tive orders of creations is just as wide in the one
case as in the other. Follow this caste idea to its last analysis. The
lower orders must give way to the higher. The mineral is absorbed into
the vegetable and we get the herb, the cow comes along and crops the
herb, the man comes along and eats the cow. The higher order is given
the power of life and death over the lower. Can't you see that your race
is simply preserved because it is not yet in the way of the white race?"
said Mr. Hostility.

"Proceed," said Ensal.

"Even now, when have you heard of a white man's being hanged for the
murder of a Negro, however cold-blooded the murder? Can't you see the
awful significance of that fact? Over seventy-five thousand Negroes have
been murdered in the South since your Civil War and I know of just one
hanging of a white as a result. Again, the worst houses to live in are
assigned to your people; the lower forms of labor, involving the most
exposure and danger to life, are reserved for your folks. Phosphate
mines and guano factories shorten human life wofully and your people are
sought for these 'life shortening' jobs. Mark my words," said Mr.
Hostility, rising and bending across the table, "when the Anglo-Saxon
feels the need of it, he is going to exterminate you folks. Theories to
the wind! When has a theory or sentiment of any kind been allowed to
stand in the way of his interests?"

"Well, what are we to do?" asked Ensal, anxious to draw the man out.

The man dropped back to his seat. "Now that's right," said he; "'Where
there is a will there is a way,' you Americans say." Reaching into his
vest pocket he pulled out a bottle which was hermetically sealed.
"There, there, lies your salvation," said he, tapping the bottle.

"How so?" enquired Ensal.

"This thing came to me like a revelation," said the man. "The way to
attack an enemy is to get at him where you can do him the most harm at
the least risk to yourself." A sinister smile now played upon the man's
face. "Your color is the thing that operates against you Negroes. You
can take what is your curse and make it your salvation."

The man was delighted with the interest that was plainly evident on
Ensal's face.

"Listen!" said he, bending forward and speaking in low tones. "The
pigment which abides in your skin and gives you your color and the
peculiar Negro odor renders you immune from yellow fever. This bottle
here is full of yellow fever germs. Organize you a b