Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-08-25
Blu REV. THOMAS DIXON, JR. /
COPYRIGHT 1902
Blu Doubleday, Page 8 Co !
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of JOY,
He sat there In the moonlight for an
hour dreaming of his love and the great
strenuous life of achievement he woulc
live with her TO inspire him. IT seemed
too good to be true. And yet IT was the
largest living fact Like throbbing music
the words were ringing in his heart keep
ing time with the rhythm of It's beat, Il
do love your
! And then he cid something he had not
done for years-not since his boyhood-he
kBelt in che silence of the moonlit room
and prayed! Love the great Revealer had
led him into the presence Of God. The inn
pulse was spontaneous and resistless
Lord, have seen Thy face, heard Thy
voice and felt the touch of Thy hand to-
dayl bless and praise Thee! Forgive my
doubts and fears and sins, cleanse and
make me worthy Of her whom Thou has
sent as Thy messenger So he poured out
his soul
Next morning he grasped st. Clare's
hand as he entered the room. Bob, I'm
the happiest man in the world!
Congratulations You look 1t.
"She loves me! I'd like to climb up OH
the top Of this house and shout 1t until
all earth and heaven could hear and be
glad with mei'
well. don't do it, my boy. See her IA
Their first!'
'She says be likes me-"
'Then you're elected"
I'm going to tackle him before l go
home"
Don't rush him. There's superstition
prevalent here that the old gentleman has
10 idea of ever letting his daughter leave
that home, and that he will never give his
consent, when driven to the wall, unless
his son-in-law that is to be, will agree TO
settle down there and, take his place in
those big mills. He has two great loves
his daughter and his mills, and he don't
mean to let either one of them go If he
can help It,"
"Do YOU believe it's true?"
Eyes, do. How do you like the idea?"
Its not my style. I've a pretty clear
idea of what I'm going to do In this
world"
"wen, you'd better begin to haul in your
silk sails, and study cotton goods. is my
advice"
"Pn manage him"
At don't know about 1t. but If you've
got her. you're the first man that ever got
far enough to measure himself with the
general. wish you luck"
''You the same, old chu1. May you con :
quer Boston and all the Pilgrim fathersr
Thanks. The vision of one of them dis
turbs my dreams. One will be enough.
Then followed six golden days on the
, banks of the C5tawba. Every day he in
sisted with boyish enthusiasm on return
ing to that rock and seating her on her
throne. He called her his queen and wor-
shipped at her feet.
He had the frie1dliest little chat with
her mother, and told her how he loved her
daughter and hoped for her approval. She
answered with frankness that she was
glad, and would love him as her own son,
but that she disapproved Of kissing and
extrevagant love-making until they were
ready to be married, and their engage
ment duly announced.
So ne could only hold Sanie's hand and
kiss the tips Of her fingers and the little
dimples where they Joined the hand. and
sometimes lie would hold 1T against his
| own cheek while she smiled at him.
I But when they rode homeward one even
ing ne dared to put his arm behind her.
high en- the phaeton's leather cushion, as
they were going down hill, and then low
cred 1t a little as they started up the
grade She leaned back and found 1t there.
At first she nestled against it very tirnid-
ly and then trustingly. She looked into
his face and both smiled
isn't that nice, Sallie?''
Yes. 1t isl don't think Mama would
mind that do your
"Of course not"
"Wen, / never promised not to lean back
In a phaeton. did IT.
Certainly not. and it's all right"
Toward the end of the week the general
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est He invited CASTOR to go over the
| mills with him. The mills were located
| back of the wooded cliffs a quarter of
mile up the river. There were now four
| magnificent brick buildings stretching out
over the river bottoms at right angles to
/ its current And there was big dye
! house, a ginning house and cotton seed
oil mill. The general stood on the hill top
and proudly pointed 1T out to him.
Isn't that q grand sight, young man!
| We employ 1000 hands down there, and
| consume hundreds of bales Of cotton n
| day. We began here after the war with
/ out a cent, except our faith, and this
magnificent water power. Now look!'
you have certainly done great work, .
! said CASTOR, II had no !dea you had so
many industries in the Enclosure"
Eyes, sit down here on the hill some
nights IN the moonlight and look into
| this valley, and the hum of that machin-
cry is like ravishing music. The machinery
| seems to me to be a wing thing, with
millions of fingers of steel and great
| throbbing soul dream of the day when
| those swift fingers will weave their fab
RIGS of gold and clothe the whole south in
| splendor-the south 1 love, and for which
fought. and have yearned over through
! all these years! An, young man, wish
| You boys of brain and genius would quit
! throwing yourselves away in law and dir
| ty politics and devote your powers to the
souths development"
Eyes, but general, the people of the
south had to so into politics instead OF
business on account of the enfranchise-
ment of the negro. 1t was a matter of
life and DEATH
ct didn't do it,
No. sir, but others did for you"
"How?" he asked incredulously, with
! just touch OF wounded pride.
| ''WeH how many negroes do you en-
| ploy In these mills?"
None. We don't allow a negro to come
| inside the Enclosure"
Precisely so. You have prospered be-
cause you have got rid of the negro"
i've simply let the negro alone. Let
| others do the same"
! but everybody can't do it. There are
now nine millions of them. You've simply
shifted the burden on others shoulders.
! You haven't solved the problem"
"If we had less politics and more bust
! ness we would be better off,"
| "But the trouble is general, we can't
have more business until politics have set
! tied some things"
/ bah! You're throwing yourself away ir.
| politics, young man! There's nothing in it
/ but dirt and disappointment"
| ITO me, sir, politics is religion"
"Religion Politicsl l didn't know you
could ever mix EN-. 1 thought they were
| about as far apart as heaven is from
| hellr' exclaimed the general.
| They ought not TO be, sir, whatever the
i terrible facts. believe that the govern
ment is the organized virtue of the COM