The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1906-07-03

! marks Of Mrs Thaw. Wei. she said
to her husband Immediately after the
shooting nos YOU have got your
self IN 4 pretty mess Next day she
visited him 1t his cell She ran her
eye over his figure IN it. unaoeu
TONED surroundings You don't look
very pert N-ntur-d the woman 10
revenge the outrage If ~hue honor
is claimed to have taken human
life.
IN all the story two cha acteTs stand
forth in a pleasing light. the two 4
suffer most. the wife Of White. faith
fuI. brave woman maintaining ner
dignity In the face OF neglect, the
mother Of Thaw. weak old woman
who had pampered him. Yet loving
mother heart tina had borne with his
failings when all the others of the
family had deserted him. Who sacri-
feed herself with q mothers prodi-
gality for the son in whom an the
world could not shake her trust. Who
had undertaken to teach his model
wife to be a ona but who at the
time of the shooting was fleeing to
Europe whittier she had been driven
by the violent abuse OF the boy 10
whom She chung,
But il is the question Of the facts,
rather than the facts themselves,
which make this episode, which marks
country. There meet two men,
equally bad. one the product of con
ditions, the other his own personal
achievement; II a d~issolute parasite,
the other a forceful integer of So
ciety. The same society produced
them both, vicious man and vicious
ignoramus. The suggestion is that
Of ancient Rome, where c~onquerors
WalloWed like cattle in the mire along
with scented handles. 1t is the dan
gerous question If the hour, because
it grows with wealth like mushrooms
in the grass. And, 50 growing, it
makes dangerous the whole field. 1t
marks the condition Of decay which
will inevitably proceed beyond the rich
unless there is q reVulsiOn in the rich
and q change in the regard OF the
poor for wealth. There is here a pow
erful sermon which strikes without
mercy. Luxury is a disease that does
not yield to poverty, that does NOT,
as the life of Stanford White elo-
quently illustrates, yield even to Ia
Dor. In its train, amid its silk en-
pillows, its scented baths, it's ever
progressive lusts, Turk the seeds of
decay and misery and death. 1t strikes
at the manhood, not only of the in
dividual, but of the nation. The
worse. There, is labor and strength
prostitute to base ends. Work
have a goal other than what
it will get. Brilliant as it may be
it We're better that its creations were
never born than that they should
serve to set up as an example of sue
cess the indulgence of vice!
How like a banquet scene in "QIo
Vadis," it all is-the lights and silks
and music; the wines and heaped
viands; the goblets of gold; the lcer-
ing faces of m lustrous-eyed
With desire: the strong warrior in
dolent on his couch, stepped With II
languor waking the fire of passion
in his cold blue eye; the cGrlel OK
uuisitc at his elbow; and then thc
of a little girl of h people,
Wit, Il face like a flower, an! a 1iG-
ure light and graceful as a marble
statue-a girl with red lips and eye
which, abashed at the magniticen"e
of the scene, yet regard it without
fear and with anticipation! And the
strongAman and the dandy both awake
again in motion.
A picture rotten at the core: ana
painted in blood around a Heart o: