The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 9, 1899, Page 19

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 9, 1899. 19 PITH, AN OPIUM-PIPEN, Dow IF YYeu 6 THE HAIRTLY « “|f You Go To Heaven WE \WiLL DRAG You Y THE FEEFQ © To HELL WE WILL DRAG Yeu UP BY T 7 o'clock Friday evening Ross alley was all astir. A raid on a Chinese slave den was imminent. Another woman slave had grown weary of captivity. Small wonder, then, that the clash- ing cymbals, shrieking strings and tom-tom rat-tat-tat-plan in front of the theater, failed to draw the crowd: it preferred to jostle and sandal {tself, tip-toe and breathless from cobble to cobble; it was agog with excitement, because Miss Cameron, of the Presby- terian Mission, had stepped into the entrance of No. 18 to try and rescue Yuen Ho, a beautiful Chinese slave. All Chinatown that could squeeze its shoulders between the notorious walls of this Mongolian byway was watch- ing and hoping that the Christians would fail, but the prayers ascending from the slave within and the strong arms and hearts of the friends with- out gave promise of better things. Besides this Love had a hand and Love usually wins the game. Poor, frightened, trembling Yuen Ho, whose -name in English means Double Good, had lifted the latch of her prison door on Friday night for the last time. Two nights before this she had crossed her threshold to the entrance chamber and had done precisely the same thing—lifted the latch and each time stole cautiously back to her own little den to wait for” deliverance. But Double Good did not despair. for the man who loved her whispered words of courage and hope, of the new life that would be hers in the world outside, hers if she would only be brave. He tolfl her that the Christians’ God was kind and that He would put it into the hearts of His people to take her from her life of shame and give her a home of peace until he should prepare one for her. Double Good could not do much but hope and pray, but she did what she could; she slipped noiselessly across the uncarpeted floor and aised the latch with her careful fiugers. then hurried back to her room with quak- ing limbs and hid her fluttering. ter- rified little self in its darkest corner. She waited patiently, fearfully. and with the fortitude born of the misery which had been crowded into the too eventful, harrowing vears of her life in this land of the free. It was her wish to wait for freedom if her unknown friends should suc- ceed. It was her purpose to prepare for death if they should fail. For failure meant to prolong an ex- istence already as useless as a funeral paper god, and if she were to be dis- covered in the plot by her owner. Sing Yee, the consequences would be too terrible to bear. In either event, life or death, the goddess of mercy would be kind. If the fates decreed life, it would be one of love among the blossoms of 8pring. If death, why her body dead would no longer feel the smarts of the blows dealt by Sing Yee, the she-monster who owned her. True to the philosop~y of her peo- ple, Double Good reasoned in her own quaint, stoical way: She had praved to the heavens; but the heavens were too high to hear her prayer; then she prayed to the de and the devils were too cruel to heed it So there was but one thing more to do, she would —~ay to the earth. the earth on whose husks she fed. and by whose sins she suffered. Would it also turn a deaf ear? Two years of dumb, pitiful, sighing prayers, and these had been offered up hour after hour and day after day from the heart of a child. For two vears this pretty slave girl had never seen the light of day, not even so much as sometimes creeps through cruel iron bars to gladden a lonely prisoner; for her room, save the artificial light, was as dark as a dun- geon and its only opening is a door that swings into a dark. opium smelling hall. For two years she had never peeped at the stars, nor whispered her offer- ings to the pale moon. She had to pay the penalty of exceed- ing beauty. She was a ‘“kept-in” slave. Then the heaven dragon spread a gentle zephyr over the earth and across the water and filled the salils of a vessel bound for San Francisco and brought a son of China to her rescue. Loul Yong was the most uneasy pas- senger on that belated ship, for he was coming in search of Yuen Ho, who had been his little playmate in the far-off province of Kwang-Tung. Nearly sixteen years before she had been born in a village not far from Hongkong and her days were those of happiness, for she spent them playing with her sister. These were days of innocent joy, and bright colored butterflies and funny little dolls made up her -world of pleas- ure. Then Loui Yong joined them in play and the affection of childhood at last .became a closer bond; she was his promised wife. While Loul Yong was awdy at school Yuen Ho and her sister were suddenly made orphans. In true American fashion the inheri- tance soon dwindled away and the two little girls were left without a home, preys to the wily agents who thrive on the market of human chattels and find victims in Hongkong. Yuen Ho was just fourteen years old to the day when a wicked old woman told her of California, the wonderful land of perpetual sunshine and riches untold; of the Eden where Chinese women were scarce and rich husbands were easily secured—husbands who obeyed their wives in all things, and if she wished to return from there to the Flowery Kingdom, oh, it would be quite the easiest thing. It would be but hers to ask and his wish to obey. They could come back to China and live ever after in real Oriental splendor. And so pretty, ignorant Double Good took a chance on matrimony in the Orient of the West. There was no light in the East, but there would be light in the West. A pao of rice is better than a tou of rice and Loui Yong was not there to advise her. She was measured and stood just four feet and five'inches high, and com- ing through a market where the Chi- nese woman is valued in the ratio of inches to dollars she was sold for $450. Nearly two years ago the steamer City of Peking carried seven other slave girls besides Yuen Ho from the port of Hongkong. Wondering, chattering children they were, whose futures were bright with the anticipation of happiness and gold Just over the great oc Before the vessel touched this wharf, however, they knew that life held for them a worthless store. 3ut to whom could they appeal? Heaven, they thought, too high to hear their praye and the devil was too cruel. They were war the Christian missions before tt ¢ tered this port, of the awful treatment of the Chinese girls should they fall in the hands of the white barbarians, that they would be frightfully treated and eventually killed. They were still young bezun, so they nd life had not yet yromised to obey the she-monster who them here, and to avoid the rbarians, and particularly the an missions Yuen Ho was taken from the City of Peking and deposited in the black little den which she had called home for the past two years. This den was the house of Wan Kee. But the yellow-visaged old woman who paid $2000 for her is Sing Yee. She saw in the gi beauty a bar- galn, a .prize, and with the genuine Mongolian sagacity she took rigorous measures to keep it. From her cruel, physical treatment the girl is still suffering. Her body Is blue with the marks of the old hag's fis Sing Yee's list of unprintable crimes would shame the most vicious inmate of San Quentin. And pretty Yuen Ho w her for a period of five y sum of $2000. It was a desperate undertaking to sever these bonds; but Cupid managed the whole siege with a skill all his own. As soon as Loui Yong in his far-off home in China was informed that his promised wife had been sold into slav- ety in San Francisco, he rested neither night nor day until he had secured pas- sage on a salling ship bound for Amer- ica. He came on a sailing vessel for the simple reason that he wished to save his money in order to search, if need be, one year among the mysterious as bound to ars for the labyrinths of San Francisco; from chimney top to underground dens he would seek until he had found his lost Yuen Ho. He arrived here nearly four months ago, and day by day and night after night he clmbed the’ terrible China« town steeps, and haunted the dark cel- lars, always looking for Yuen Ho, the bright sunbeam that had crossed his life and was now gone. At last he found her in prison at 18 Ross alley, suffering the most cruel tor- tures from Sing Yee—tortures intended to end a life within a life. Louil Yong was broken-hearted until some one told him of the Christian mis- slons, and then he met and confided in Miss Cameron, and together they planned the slave girl's release. It is not the first Chinese love affalr that Miss Cameron has helped to win but there has never been one yet in which she has taken more active inter- est, nor has there been any so easily won as this. Yuen Ho promised to flourish a green silk handkerchief that she might be dis- tinguished from the five slave giris who lived in this house, and this was the only instruction that the brave little heroine failed to keep. She was afraid that the unusual cus- tom of carrying a green handkerchief might excite the suspicions of her wary mistress and prevent her escape. Officer McMurray was the first to en- ter the door of the den, which stood slightly ajar. After a hasty survey he beckoned us to follow. Crowds of curious Chinamen were close at our heels and soon filled the alley; but above all and over all of the e ed mob there was one Chinaman whose eyes were fixed upon a doorway and whose mouth was agape with pain and expectation. Hope, fear and de- spair found lodgment there and re- vealed the man's identity. He was Loui Yong, the lover. A feeble light glowing from the dying punks upon the hearth was all that the reception-room to this red-painted house afforded. Through the dark length of a heavy- curtained hall floated the chattering voices of the slaves. Suddenly all was hushed and the frightened, timid girls one by one crept back to their rooms, all but Yuen Ho, who came out boldly and stood near Officer Kane, with the sweet trust of a child, while her lips were trembling and her little hands fluttered from her gorgeous sam to her embroidered foo. Oh, it was a motley crowd that was packed in this dark house. Childhood, youth and wrinkled old age were there nted. An old man of eighty lay on the bed hugging his opium pipe, while a little boy of three was playing with a doll. In an instant Wan Kee had grabbed the child and with one hand touched a spring and opened a trap door. Up the narrow steps Wan Kee started, through a stairway that was only nine wide, and whose depth was as lack as midnight. We followed in pursuit and on the first landing passed through a door punctured with iron bolts and soon found ourselves in where all was hurry-scurry. A watchman ran shouting through the streets, “Lock your doors; close your windows.” Slam, bang, went the doors; jingle, jingle went the door- bells. The alarm was given, the warning heeded, and in a Jiffy the alleys had the appearance of a deserted village. But what of Sing Yee, the slave- owner, and the girl who was fighting for liberty? When the slave-owner fully compre- hended her loss she raved and cursed in her sharp, threatening tongue, and called upon the thundering god of hell to strike the girl dead when she crossed her. threshold. Then she screamed by way of fare- well as Yuen Ho and her rescuers hur- ried into the carriage: “If you fly up to heaven I will catch you by the heels and bring you back again; if you go down to hell T will snatch you by the head and drag you back; such is my power to hold you"‘ . The sequel of this story will be told in another chapter. In a few months there will be a quiet wedding at the Presbyterian Mission, but it will not oc- cur until the beginning of the festival of the moon, and then Yuen Ho, the slave gir]l, will thereafter bear the name of Mrs. Yong Ho. SEOROEDEOXOKOKDEDEOROXORPHDOHDKR D % B £ OROXOROXOEOROXOHOKOADH SN OAORDAOKOXOAPAPAOXOXOROHD, MARY BAKER EDDY'S LETTER . TO GHRISTIAN SGIENTISTS HE following address was sent by the Rev. Mary Baker G. Eddy to the First Church of Christ, Sclen- tist, at Concord, N. H.: “My Beloved Brethren: In the annals of our denomination this church becomes historic, having ecompleted its organization February 22— Washington’s birthday. Memorable date, all unthought of till the day had passed! Then we beheld the omen—Religious Lib- erty—the Father of the universe and the father of our nation in concurrence. “To-day, with the large membership of seventy-four communicants, you have met to praise God. I, as usual, at home and alone, am with you In spirit, joining 'm your rejoicing; and my heart {s ask- ing: What are the angels saying or sing- Ing to this dear little flock, and what s each heart in this house repeating, and what is being recorded of this meeting 88 with the pen of an angel? “Bear in mind always that Christianity 18 not. alone a gift, but a growth Christ- ward; it is not a creed or dogma—a phil- osophical phantasm, nor the opinions of a sect struggling to gain power over con- tending sects, and scourging the one in edvance of it. Christianity is the sum- mons of divine love for man to be Christ- like—to emulate the words and the works of our great Master. To attain thereun- to men must know somewhat of the di- vine principle of Jesus’ life work, and prove thelr knowledge of doing as he bade—'Go and do thou likewise.” “We know principle only through sci- ence. The principle of Christ is divine love, resistless life and truth—then its sclence must be Christ-like, or Christian Bcience. More than regal is the majesty of its meekness; and its might is the ever-flowing tides of truth that sweep the universe, create and govern it—and its radiant stores of knowledge—the mys- terles of exhaustless being. Seek vyo these, till you make their treasures yours. - “When & young man vainly boasted: ‘I am wise, for I have conversed with many wise men,’ Epictetus made answer: ‘And I with many rich men, but I am not rich.' The richest blessings are obtained by labor, and a vessel full must be emp- tied before it can be refllled. Lawyers may know too much of human law to have a clear perception of divine justice! and divines be too deeply read in schol- astic theology to appreciate or to dem- onstrate Christlan charity. Losing the comprehensive in the technical, the prin- ciple in its accessories, cause in effect, and faith in sight—we lose the science of Christianit; a predicament quite like the man who could not see London for its houses. “Clouds that swing In the sky with dumb thunderbolts parsimonious of rain, are seen and forgotten in the same hour; while those with a mighty rush that waken the stagnant, waters, and solicit every root and every leaf with the treas- ures of rain, ask no praising. Remember, thou canst be brought into no condition, be it ever so severe, where love has not been before thee, and its tender lesson is awaiting thee. Therefore despair not nor murmur, for that which seeketh to save, to heal, and to dellver will guide thee, if thou seek this guidance. “Pliny gives the following description of the character of true greatness; ‘Do- ing what deserves to be written, and writing what deserves to be read; and rendering the world happier ind better for having lived in it.' Strive thou for the joy and crown of such a pilgrimage— the service of such a mission. “‘A stout heart touched and hallowed by one chord of Christian Science can accom- plish the full scale; but this heart must be honest, and in earnest, and never weary in struggling to be perfect—to re- flect the divine Life, Truth, and Love. “Stand by the limpid lake, sleeping mid willowy banks dyed with emerald; see therein the mirrored sky—and the moon ablaze with her mild glory will stir thy heart. Then, in speechless prayer, ask God to enable you to reflect God—to be- come his own image and likeness—even the calm, clear radiant reflection of Christ’s glory, healing the sick, bringing the sinner to repentance, and raising the spiritually dead in trespass and sins to life in God. Jesus said: °‘If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.” “Beloved in Christ, what our Master sald unto his disciples when he sent them forth to heal the sick, and preach the gos- pel—I say unto you: ‘Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves.” Then if the wisdom you manifest causes Chris- tendom, or the disclaimer against God, to call this 'a subtle fraud,’ ‘let your peace return to you.” “I am patient with the newspaper wares and the present schoolboy epithets and at- tacks of a portion of Christendom: ““1. Because I sympathize with their ig- norance of Christian Science. 2. Because I know that no Christian can or does understand this Science and not love it. “3. Because these attacks afford oppor- tunity’ for explaining Christian Science; and, ‘4. Because it {s written: ‘The wrath of man shall praise thee; the remainder of wrath shalt thou restrain.’ “Rest assured that the injustice done by press and pulpit to this denomination of Christians will cease, when it no longer blesses it. ‘This I know, for God is for me.'—Psalms. And in the words of St. Paul, ‘If God be for us, who can be against us? “‘Pass ye the proud fane by The vaulted alsles by flaunting folly trod, And 'neath the temple of uplifted sky— Go forth, and worship God.” —————— - HE weight of the brain varies in adult and healthy human beings. Among the white races the average between the ages of 30 and 40, when it attains {ts maximum develop- ment, {s 1358 grams for men and 1256 for women. Placing the weight of the female brain at 100, the male brain would weigh 112, other things being equal. This difference cannot be ascribed to the relatively smaller size of women as com- pared with men. It has been shown that the height of the sexes Is as 92.7 for wo- men to 100 for man, whereas the weight of her brain is as 90.0 to 100. The brain is therefore really lighter in the case of women. This obtains at all ages. Tables drawn up by Broca respecting 347 healthy brains show that this organ increases up to the age of 40, remains stationary up to 50, and then loses weight. Beyond the age of 60 men lost 5.7 per cent and women 4.7 per cent of the maximum welght. The brain increases in proportion to the vascular activity which proceeds therein. This explains why the brains of certain criminals and mad persons are very vol- uminous. But of all the kinds of activity that which conforms to the purpose of the organ appears to be the most effica- cious. Such is the physiological activ- ity of which intelligence is the result. The weights recorded by many scientists prove it. The brain of the great paleon- tologist Cuvier, which weighed 1830 grams, is held to be an argument in itself, and the same applies to the no less remark- able, though iInferior, weight of the brains of Abercrombie, Bruce and Dupuytren. It {s because women develop less cerebral activity that their brains are lighter. All this had led to the conclusion that the weight of the brain increased with Ma Fong alley,* See wATEDTAarxiousLY TFor THE Pcl_ncE. HOADKOAPHOXOKOADRORDHD % @ # & HOXORPXOKOH DX PR OAPHOKOAOHONORG use and with the profession, and espectal- 1y with the degree of intelligence. At the present time it is somewhat ar- bitrarily admitted that there is a relation between the welght of the brain and in- tellectual capacity, notwithstanding that the i{dea encounters contradictory facts now and then. For instance, the brain of Gambetta was very much below the average, welghing only 1200 grams. Mr. J. Simms has just collectedanumber of other awkward instances. According to his researches, the heaviest brain on record so far is that of a London news- boy, who was rather daft; it weighed 2400 grams. After this comes the brain of Rustan, a poor, ignorant Scandinavian peasant; weight 2340 grams. The brain of a dwarf Hindoo woman weighed 2200 grams, which gives her a superiority of 70 grams over the heaviest brain of a man of intellect, that of Toor- genef, which weighed 2130 grams. Mr. Simms has found that the brains A of sixty famous persons weighed on an average 200 grams less than ten brainé of idiots and five brains of defective intel- lect. He consequently refuses to admit any real relationship between intelligence and encephalic bulk. He thinks that question should be reconsidered in order to correct an error which has obtained credit only because of the reputation of the man who promulgated it. It is certain that intellect cannot be weighed by the pound like sugar. The quality, not the quantity, of the cerebral tissue is the determining factor. But for the time being there is no way of measur- ing it. e “Queer about Clara’s wedding with that plumber?” “What was queer?’’ “Why, he came to get married at the very day and hour he said he would."— Detroit Free Press.