ood. Had he not come from a land where a woman more or less
did not matter, and hundreds of thousands of little girls are yearly
sacrificed on the altars of Moloch? I need not give details. As a
matter of fact, there are none. Asiatic ideas about women collided
violently with facts which any Canadian takes for granted and does not
talk about! No Anglo-Saxon (thank God) is too ladylike not to have a bit
of the warrior woman left in her blood. The Hindu was thrown out of that
house. Then the woman reasoned with the blind persistence peculiar to
any conscientious good woman, who always puts theory in place of fact!
There are blackguards in every race. There are scoundrels among
Englishmen in India. Why should she allow one criminal among the Hindus
to prejudice her against this whole people? And she at once took another
Hindu man servant in the house. This time she kept him in the kitchen
and garden. Within a month the same thing happened with a little
daughter. This Hindu also went out on his head. No more were employed
in that house. That woman's husband was one of the Pacific Coast
clergymen who passed the resolution, "that the Hindus would not affiliate
with our Canadian civilization."

Personally I think that resolution would have been a great deal more
enlightening to the average Easterner if the ministerial association had
plainly called a spade a spade.

IV

With the Chinaman conditions are different. In the first place, since
China obtained freedom from the old cast-iron dynasty, Chinamen have not
wanted to colonize in Canada. The leaders of the young China party laid
their plots and published their liberty journals from presses in the
basement of Vancouver and Victoria shops, but having gained their
liberty, they went back to China. The Chinaman does not want to
colonize. He does not want a vote. He wants only to earn his money on
the Pacific Coast and hoard it and go home to China with it. The fact
that he does not want to remain in the country but comes only to work and
go back has always been used as an argument against him. Neither does he
consider himself your equal. Nor does he want to marry your daughter,
nor have you consider him a prince of the royal blood in disguise--a pose
in which the little Jap is as great an adept as the English cockney who
drops enough "h's" to build a monument, all the while he is telling you
of his royal blue blood. If you mistake the Chinaman for a p