VII
CHAN TOW THE HIGHROB
Chester Bailey Fernald
Before me sits the Chinese—my friend who, when the hurlyburly's done, spins me out the hours with narratives of ancient Yellowland. His name is Fuey Fong, and he speaks to me thus:
"Missa Gordon, whatta is Chrisinjin Indevil Shoshiety?"
I explain to him as best a journalist may the purpose of the Society for Christian Endeavour.
"We', dissa morning I go down to lailload station. Shee vay many peoples getta on tlain. Assa conductor, 'Whatta is?' Conductor tole me: 'You can't go. You a heeffen. Dissa Chrisinjin Indevil Shoshiety.'
"Dissa mek me vay tire. 'Me'ican peoples fink ole China heeffen. Fink doan' know about Gaw of heffen. Dissa 'Me'icans doan' know whatta is. China peoples benieve Olemighty Gaw semma lika you."
Fuey endures in meditation several moments. Then he says:
"Missa Gordon, I tay you how about Gaw convert China clilimal?"