man went like a shot.

"And that is the kind of material--just as it stands, sometimes not
half so civilised--that we allow into our country to over-run it by
the thousands, allowing it to rub shoulders with us, to come into
speaking distance with our women folks; their children--out of homes
and hovels fathered by beings like that--sitting side by side with our
own dear little mites at school."

"Yes! but, after all, who brings them here?" commented the practical
Jim.

"Who?"

"The farmers and the ranchers who are too mean to pay high enough for
decent white labour; and the ordinary white labour itself who refuse
to condescend to the more menial work on the farm. They have been the
means of their coming here and--and now they are kicking themselves
for their short-sighted stupidity, for John Chinaman is beating them
to a frazzle at their own game and he is crowding us out of house and
shelter like the proverbial camel did.

"John always was a better truck farmer anyway. He can make a fortune
off a piece of land that a white man would starve on. He will outbid
the white man every time in the matter of price when renting land for
farming purposes and the land-owner doesn't give a darn then whether
he rents to white or yellow--so long as he gets the highest bidder's
money. The chink spends hardly anything on clothes, he lives in a
hovel; eats rice, works seven days in the week, pays no taxes except a
paltry Road Tax of something like four dollars a year--and generally
manages to evade even that;--doesn't contribute to Church, Charity or
Social welfare, and sends every gold coin he can exchange for dollar
bills over to Hongkong where it is worth several times its value
here. And--when all is said and done--he is still the best of three
classes of Orientals our Province is being flooded with. There is the
Jap, with his quiet, monkey-like imitation of white folks' ways, yet
all the time hanging on to his Japanese schools right in the midst of
us; and the Hindoo who, as a class, prefers to herd like cattle in a
barn and never will assimilate anything of this country but its
roguery."

"Well, it oughtn't to be too late to work a remedy," put in Eileen.

"It may not be too late--it is not too late--but it seems to be much
too big a proposition for any of our own politicians to tackle
single-handed; while our politicians in the East and Over-seas haven't
the faintest notion of the menace. You have to live among it and s