The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1888-10-03


long stupidity, eursing everybody bat
ourselves. SeIf-conceit is the great bar
which keeps men from seeing a good
[ deal in this world We want to put all
blame of npon somebody else"
I The stranger nodded grimly Wait,
and yoa will see There is a corps Of Us
I drilling. and one OF these days we'll rack
( Fris,o from stem to stern Mob Hill has
) got to come down And the crowd are
going to enjoy what their tyrants now
have.
An abstract protest trembled on Ger
/ aids tongue. Bat what use to utter it
The hard yisage beside him looked but
one way. The set wits rejected gensrali-
ties. He replied once more with ale
CORY
q see ChanticIeer looks over the
fence, sees another fowl with covey Of
hens. and cries, Get out You are
tyrant lies over, tears his comb, and
rules the covey with Just the same iron
law. In place of what you now call
tyranny Of the few you would put tyran-
ny Of the many, blightiag the rise Of
every aspiring soul, and driving back
into the ranks every man who wants to
improve. Don't prate on high moral
grounds, but say frankly that you want
your class to get the spoils, Tell me,
were you born in this country
No. was born-Hallol Here's my
station. get out here
The wheels stopped The stranger
rose and caught up bis valise. BE start
ed forth unceremoniousIy.
Gerald accompanied him. This man
with his dynamite bombs, a declared
enemy Of society. must be denounced,
He followed TO the platform. II was
small country station. A grain elevator,
cattle yard, distant grocery, waving
grain. sweep Of river, radiant sky. Bot
no police, no authorities, to arrest or in
vestigate. The dynamiter started of,
bearing his deadly baggage.
As the wheels again turned Gerald
called after him:
suppose | am rich and divide with
YOU. You go OF, squander your money,
and come back destitute. What am to
do7r
The stranger turned, and holding his
yalise with one hand while ne thrust his
other hand into a coat pocket, showed
his yellow teeth in sinister smile, and
growled, Divide AGAIN.
Gerald returned to his seat Indignant
Clearly, these United States are absorbing
more raw immigration than can be assirn-
Hated readily
He eogitated as he sped toward town.
This confusion Of liberty and license.
this misunderstanding of organic rights
must be checked. 1t seemed time to ad-
voclte new department in our prisons,
where dangerous ignorance may have a
three years couse in political economy.
Some months later Gerald noticed that
his book-keeper, Philips, was making
many errors and wore a troubled face.
As time went by these bIunGers increased
and the expression Of anxiety deepened
toward despair Philips was in trouble
Gerald hinted his interest in the matter
Therenpon Philips unbosomed himself
A year before he had morigaged his
home for thousand dollars, and bought
share in a sealing company whose
schooner Iskum caught FIRE and burned
of the Alaska coast. His mortgage came
due tomorrow, aud foreclosure was
threatened Gilfast, original holder OF
the instrument, lthe we'll known benevo-
lent banker died four months ago. 1t
had passed to Gilfast's cousin. Jorx, who
VAS inexorable. Philips begged of Ger
aid to see Jorx and arrange for It's renew
al lie himself had failed to obtain any
concessions.
Accordingly Gerald fastened to the
bank, determined if no other way was
open to buy the mortgage himself. For
Philips had been long in his employ,
and was a worthy and deserving gentle
man.
He was shown to the private office of
Mr. Jorx.
Well, sir" demanded Mr. Jorx, a
man in tidy business attire. Of squat,
stout figure, shaggy brows and pug nose
Gerald stated his business, meantime
studying in perplexity the face before
him. lie had seen Jorx before. But
where2 All He remembered the
bombs This was the anarchist,
Gerald's face lighted. By a simultane-
Gus ray of recollection in the greedy
eyes Of the banker, Gerald Faulkner saw
that be was remembered. He at once
continued:
at ought to be easy to arrange this
matter with you, Mr. Jorx, for you believe
in equality of rights recall distinctly
your liberal views upon the sharing of
capital when We met last You certainly
are not the one to oppress your fellow
man"
Mr. Jorx appeared embarrassed He
hemmed delay and wheeled to and fro in
his adjustable rattan chair At last he
stammered:
Tina. wa before came into the prop
erty Ibid not understand these things
as do now
'How? Not believe in division of cap
ital ~ persisted Gerald, gently.
Mr. Jorx hesitated and turned red in
the face
NO. Fact is, capital Is the great ben
efaction of our race. Capital in the /
hands OF energetic men, as it always is
in this country, gives work to the crowd, /
opens new fields of labor, creates nee
machinery and methods to cheaper ey- l
erything. and is the poor mans best
friend He ought to work with it and I
not against it"
~Bu; how about bombs. common right I
to property. and 50 forth p
~Only a quip OF mine p cried Ar Jorx. /
rising abruptly and with evident desire
to end the interview. AS for your
friend, Mr. Philips, 1 viii concede him
another year OF two at the same rate of
interest"
Gerald Faulkner discretelY took his (
leave. Descending the polished steps of /
the bank, he muttered
ssThis man = not the f-st fool unsfl,a Z