The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-11-13
The Other Side.

1t was evident that the judge was a
hospitable man. The coming of his
guest was unexpected, the guest him
self was unknown, and consequently
no preparation had been made, but the
Judges greeting was cordial, and the
fudge himself attended to the wants Of
the horse.
The Judge, it should be stated, was a
farmer, but it was generally under
stood In the country round about that
he had at one time been Judge in the
oity. At any rate, he certainly had
been a lawyer, for he even now gave
legal advice to his neighbors when re-
quested to do so, and so he just natur-
ally became known as ''the Judge" al
though he said little about his city life
and experiences, and never obtruded
his legal learning upon any one.
No one would have taken him for a
Judge when he came forward to meet
Ernest Bullard. He wore dilapidated
straw hat, clothes that showed contact
with the soil, heavy boots, and his face
was tanned to good Imitation OF
leather.
"Glad you stopped" he said, pleas
antly. Just had supper, but | guess
there's some left"
'Why, thank you," returned Bullard.
II was going to ask If l could arrange
for bite to eat, and then I'll push on
to Gibson"
"Too far" said the judge. 9TH be
dark long before you can get there,
and you'd stand a good chance Of los
ing your way. | shall esteem 1t priv
ilege to have you stop with me for the
night"
Bullard looked at the farmer in sur
prise. He knew nothing Of the judge
or his history, and, while he was pre-
pared for the hospitable treatment one
usually gets in the country, he was
not prepared to have the invitation ex-
tended in exactly this fashion.
II am pretty tired" he said at last.
"I'm not used to long drives, and l
lost good deal Of time by getting into
the wrong road. Otherwise, should
have been at Gibson before this"
Ellen" called the judge, and a
pleasant faced but tired looking woman
appeared in the doorway. I'VE have a
guest tonight. Can you scare up lit
lie supper.
"I'll be ready by the time you've
put up the horse" she answered.
So Bullard, seeing that the Judge
took personal charge of the horse,
went him to the barn and assisted so
far as his inexperience would permit.
II have only one man." explained
the Judge, "and he's so busy with the
chores just now that it's hardly fair
to put anything more on him. at
tend to the little odds and ends in the
evening while I'm resting up for the
next day. I've reached point where
. day of from 6 to is about my physi-
cal limit. have to take It reasonably
easy the rest of the time. / even up
with the man in the morning, when
am fresher."
"A workday of from 6 to 6 is more
than enough for any man." said Bull
lard. tits too bad you CANT give some
of the work to the idle city men who
need it."
"Yes," said the Judge, drily, 'ft's too
bad; but the farm owner finds that he
has to go the limit of his physical en-
durance in order to succeed. If ply
sically able, he must work longer
hours than he can ask or expect any
employe to work ! did so as long as
my strength would permit it."
THAT is equally true of the city, .
said Bullard. There is no eight hour
day for the employer who succeeds
at least not while he is gaining sue
cess. He must work hard, of course,
but our real sympathy must ever be
fCf the man who has no work to do.
There are thousands such IN the cities
now"
The judge made no reply, and pres
emily led his guest to the house, where
q substantial supper was then ready
for him. Later they went outside to
smoke. There was pleasant view
from the porch, and two old chairs
made them reasonably comfortable.
''You are interested In the unem-
ployed?" said the Judge, inquiringly.
Greatly" returned Bullard; Il
might almost say that l am making