"Indeed there was," said Miss Laura, emphasizing the statement with an indignant nod. "He was a very disagreeable man, and insisted on seeing the lady of the house, so at last I went to the door. I found him horribly impolite. I had to tell him three times that I was the lady before he would believe me." "What sort of looking man was he? And what did he say?" I asked. "Oh, he was well-looking enough--a man of good size, about thirty, with a black mustache and an insolent way. What he said was that he hoped we didn’t employ any Chinese. I just told him that I was much obliged to him for his interest in us, but as I couldn’t see that it concerned him I would ask to be excused. Then he got saucy, and said that if I wouldn’t listen to him I would have to listen to a mob--that wasn’t what he called it, but that’s what he meant. He said he was a delegate from some anti-coolie club or convention, or something of the sort, with a hundred thousand members, and they were going to see that the Chinese were discharged and white men put in their places." "That’s rather a large contract," said Mr. Baldwin. "I hope you shut the door in his face. I should like to have given employment to one white man to boot him off the place." "Well," continued Miss Kendrick, "I was too mad to tell him that uncle is so opposed to the Chinese that he’s never allowed one about the house. I just said that we hadn’t any Chinese now, but if he would come around in about two weeks we would try to accommodate him." "A soft answer," I said. "I hope it turned away wrath." "Well, he got saucier, and I told him to go, and he went. I’m afraid I wasn’t polite. But I’m as sorry as sorry can be now, for he told me he had been out of work for six months because the Chinese had taken the factory that had employed him, and I’m sure it is a very unpleasant thing to be turned out of the place where you make your living." Miss Kendrick’s voice had softened with her last words, and the light of womanly sympathy shone in her eyes. "You are right, my dear," said Miss Fillmore. "It has been a hard year for many. We have been appealed to by scores of men who have been turned out of one place and could find no other." "Serves ’em right," said Mr. Baldwin shortly. "If they can’t keep their jobs, they ought to lose them. This talk about Chinese competition is absolute nonsense. A competent man can find work any time. The anti-Chinese howl comes from the fellows who don’t want to work, and wouldn’t work if there wasn’t a Chinaman within eight thousand miles." "I hope you are right," said Miss Kendrick. "It isn’t good for the spirits to think of men going hungry when they are willing to labor."