Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1902-01-12

and it's the same old thing-credi'
trade opening up" | walked
across the street and asked another
grocery merchant if he couldn't
change his business like some OF
the dry goods houses and sell for
cash only. He said yes, If he
didn't care about selling many
goods he could, but a cash grocery
house could do no business here.
Most of the people of this county
he said, "will have to be carried
4 from now until cotton comes "a
market again, for they have no
money and will have none until
Ifal. Our people produce nothing
to exchange for goods but cotton,
and have TO be carried over from
one selling time to the next, and
that's all there is TO it,"
At this time wagon drove M
to the door and began to unload
goods for the grocery man. There
were several sacks Of potatoes and
onions, and another wagon drove
up with load Of canned goods
corn, tomatoes, okra, peas, beans,
etc. A dray came up with big
load Of meat.
| am not given TO seeing sights,
but | went TO my Office in a deep
study, aud, burying my face in my
hands, / seemed to see some far-oil
place where most of these goods
/ had seen unloaded were produced
| saw neat farms with prosperous
looking farmers, healthy children
and happy homes. They had large
barns, cellars, hay ricks, pastures
full of fat stock aud pens and pas
lures with hogs. They had well
titled acres of products, such as we
are buying from them, and ample
means TO save and care for what
they produce. | thought also of
our own debt-ridden country, and
my head grew dizzy. | arose from
nv chair, swooned and fell.
With my head resting on a large
book that fell from the table (con-
tanning list of delinquent sub
scribers), and my feet thrust into a
pile of Exchanges" while some
bills owed for newspaper and
printers supplies fell into the paste
pot near my nose. ! remained I'M
conscious for many minutes-un.
conscious, yet with my fancy wan
dering in strange dreams Of far
off time.
The paste-pot could not have
caused it, iorit didn't smell like
roses, yet the fragrance of the flow
ers of June smote my senses and |
seemed to wander amid new scenes.
II was, so it seemed to me, the
eighth year IN the new century
June, 1909 Scene: Bryan, Brazos
county, Texas.
Yet il did not seem like the Old
Bryan. There was great improve.
ment noticeable everywhere. a
farmer was calculating the interest
on money he had loaned fellow
who was starting in business the
year before, and another farmer
me on the side Of the head
with his bank deposit book as he
passed me, going to his wagon in
the street. / looked around upon
a large business house full of goods
and people buying, and heard the
cfink Of silver as they paid for
their stufror received pay for things
they had TO sell. Yet this was in
the month of June, and wondered
at the strange scene.
Farmers had money as well as
other folks, and went about town
with a kind of swing that seemed
to say: 1--WE are the people and
this is our business. and we go
where we please to buy goods and
don't buy If they don't suit us.
You fellows have TO put things
down right, or you don't get our
dough. We are IT"
/ saw a familiar face that I had
known away back in 1901.
"Why, Pots" said he, "where
have you been all these yearsY'
"Been asleep a long time, | sup
pose, from the looks Of things. I've
Just got in from the Philippines.
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