Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-10-06

! that hath shall be given, and from him
/ that hath not shall be taken away even
that which he hath IL is the law OF
/ nature Ii is the law of God.
YES. 1 confess It he continued.
am I'm a sense narrow and provincial.
/ love nine own people. Their past IS mine
| their present mine. their future Is ol-
/ vino trust. I hate the dish water Oh
modern world-citizenship. shallow cos
/ nopolitanism Is the mask of death for the
/ Individual It is the froth of civilization,
as crime is its dregs. Race, and race
pride. are the ordinances of life. Inc
/ true citizen of the world loves his coun-
try. His country is part or GOO
/ world
50 T confess love my people. 1 love
] the south-the stolid silent south. that
for q generation has sneered at paper
! made policies. and scorned public opinion!
| The south. old-fashioned. medieval, pro-
vincial. worshipping tire dead, and raising
men rather than making money, family
loving homo building, tradition ridden!
/ The south. cruel and cunning when fight
I ing n treacherous foe. with brief volcanic
! bursts OF wrath and vengeance! me
| south. eloquent bombastic. romantic
1 chivairous. lustful, proud. kind and hos
| pitable! The south with her beautirul
| women and brave men! The south, gener-
Gus and reckless, never knowing her own
| interest. but living her own life In her
own way!-Yes. / love her! In my soul
are all her sins and virtues. And with IL
all she is worthy to live!
The historian tells us that all things
PASS in time Wolves whelp and stable
| in the palaces Of dead kings and forgotten
civilizations Memphis, Thebes and Baby
lyn. are but names today. So New Orleans
and New York may perish. African an
tiouarians may explore their ruins and
speculate upon their life; but we may
safely fix upon a thousand centuries OF
intervening time. On your shoulders now
rests the burden OF civilization. We must
face it's responsibilities. For my part 1
believe in your future.
THE courage Of the Celt, the nobility
of the Norman, the vigor OF the VIKING,
the energy of the Angle, the tenacity or
the Saxon, the daring Of the Dane, the
gallantry of the Gaul, the freedom OF the
Frank the earth-hunger Of the Roman
and the stoicism of the Spartan are all
yours by the lineal heritage OF blood,
from sire and dame through hundreds OF
generations and through centuries of cul-
ture.
''yVin you halt now and surrender to
mob OF ragged negroes led by white cow
ards who at the first clash of conflict Will
hide I'm sewers?
II ask you, my people. freemen, North
CaroIinians to rise today and make good
your right to livel The time for plau-
tudes is past. Let us as men face the
world and say what we mean.
This is a white mans government, con-
ceived by white men. and maintained by
white men through every year OF its
history-and by the God of our Fathers
IL shall be ruled by white men until the
Arch-angel shall call the end of time!
"If this be treason, let them that hear
IL make the most of It.
From the eighth day of November we
Will not submit to negro dominion another
day, another hour, another moment! Back
of every ballot is bayonet, and the red
blood of the man who holds it. Let towards
hear, and remember this! Man has never
yet voted away his right to revolu-
ton.
Citizen kings. / call you to the con-
seriousness of your hngship!''
CASTOR closed and turned toward his
seat, while the crowd hung breathless
waiting for his next word. When they
realized that he had finished, rumble
like the crash in Tnidheaven Of two storms
rolled over the surging sea of men, broke
against the Orders of the roof like the
thunder of the Hatteras surf dashed by a
hurricane! Two thousand men went mad.
With one common impulse they sprang to
their feet, screaming, shouting, cheering,
shaking each others hands, crying and
laughing. With the sullen roar of crash
ing thunder another whirlwind Of cheers
swept the crowd, shook the earth, and
pierced the sky with its challenge! Wave
after wave of applause swept the build
ing and flung their rumbling echoes among
the stars These patient kindly people,
slow to anger, now terrible In wrath, were
trembling with the pentup passion and
fury of years.
What power could resist their wrath!
Through it all CASTOR sat silent behind
the group of the majority of the platform
committee. with eyes devouring a beauti-
full face bending toward him from the
gallery. She was softly weeping with love
and pride too deep for words.
While the tumult was still raging, be-
fore he was conscious Of his presence,
General Worth's stalwart figure was
bending over him, and grasping his hand.
My boy. give 1t up. You have beaten
met I'm proud Of you. l forgive every
thing for that speech. You can have my
girl. The date you've fixed for the mar
rage suits me. Let us forget the past"
CASTOR pressed HIS hand muttering
brpkenly his thanks, and his soul sank
| within him at the thought of this proud
| old IRON willed warriors anger if he dis
| covered their secret marriagei
The general turned toward the side OF
/ the platform; for he had seen the fash
of Sallie's dress on the stairs OF the bal
/ cony leading to the stage. He knew her
! keen eye had seen HIS surrender and his
| heart was hungry for the kiss of reconcile
alton that would restore their old perfect
| love.
He met her at the foot Of the stairs and
| she threw her arms impulsively around
| his neck.
oh! papa. dear! / am the happiesJ
| girl in the world! The two men of all
i men-the only two love-are mine for
/ ever!"
While the applause was still echoing
and re-echoing over the sea of surging
men, and thousands OF excited people were
| crowding the windows from the outside
/ and blocking the streets in every direction
I clamoring for admittance, a tall man
! with gray beard and stentorian voice,
| sprang on the platform. 1t was General
| Worth's candidate for governor. He had
not consulted the general but he had an
| important motion to make. The crowd
was stilled at last and his deep voice
rang through the building:
/ Gentlemen. I move that the minority
| report offered by Charles CASTOR again
a thunder peal of applause" be adopted
| as the platform by acclamation!"
storm of ayes" burst from the
Threats of the delegates in a single breath
Ike the crash of an explosion Of dyna-
| mite!
And now that our eyes have seen the
! glory Of the Lord, as we heard His mes
| senger anointed to lead His people, ! move
| that this convention nominate by acclama-
ton for governor-Charles Gaston"
Again two thousand men were on their