The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-06-28

~ the United States. and good people everywhere. say this must not be done. for it smacks of injustice and wrong. The railroads had the right. 1t is true. to go into the Federal Courts to test your laws. but they could with just as much safety have gone into the State Courts.
 Governor-weil, Fort. hope the rail- roads will themselves correct any abuses which may exist. 4 confess I don't understand the matter at all The more I think about 1t the more I am confused. f tried to do something. but it seems to be the general belief that set my blow too deep or started at the wrong end or something of that kind. Perhaps I made mistake in or dering these laws passed as did. They could have been put in the Political Code by the Code Committee and thus escape notice by the Legislature and give me a chance to stand from under I see now that while the farm is the heart, the railroads are the ar- tories of the body polite. and cannot be treated with rough or unskillfui hand without damage to the whole State.
 Fort--My Liege, now ask you to sign the pardon of William Barlow. which Is recommended by the Board of Pardons. His poor wife and ragged children have been hanging about the the poor fellow go and make them happy.
 Governor--You know my rule. you know my rule. you know my rule. Did this man vote for mel Fort--Oh, no! My Liege, he was in the penitentiary and could not vote. As understood the rule. 1t applied | only to applicants for office, and not pardons.
 Governor--Well, l am not SO sure about that. Had this man no father or brothers or uncles who could vote Fort-No, My Liege; he never had any parents; that is. that any one ever | heard of. As Bob Taylor would say | He was bar-foot boy from the noun tains of East Tennessee. nA l Governor--Well, well, we'll: If he Is l from East Tennessee. he has my sym | pathy. still am not so sure. no, not SC l sure, but what that is a persuasive ar | gument for keeping him in the peni- [tentiary rather than one in favor ci I turning him out. Has any one who voted for me objected to his pardon? 1 Fort--No, and, My Liege, the sad con | ditIon of his wife and children hat | wrung my heart. I ask. as a favor tc l me, that you sign this pardon. 1 Governor-Well. hand 1t here. Now it is signed. take 1t to his wife.
 Fort-No. My Liegel Complete the | good dead by letting this faithful wife receive the pardon from Your Majesty's | own hand, She is in the other 0ftict | waiting; take 1t to her.
 Governor-well. Fort. to please you I will do 1t. (Exit.)
 Fort-How beadtifuny Shakespeare puts it:
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 And earthly power doth then show | likest Gods
 When mercy seasons justice"
 Re-enter Governor:
 Governor-Fort, am glad you in sisted on my delivering the pardon fl person. I have never seen more ab ject poverty than is shown by thai poor woman and her little children, ye she has a certain air of refinement not only gave her the pardon, bu loaned her money enough to pay he expenses back home. She was yer. grateful and as she shook my hand said:
 'Farwelli if ever fondest prayer
 For others veal avaiPd on high,
 Mine will not all be lost in air.
 BNt wait thy name beyond the sky.
 I don't know when I have felt S' good and so well satisfied with myself have granted many other pardons but I feel specially pleased with thi act. Maybe self was entirely absent do not understand it.
 Fort-I do, My Ldege. Come over (, this window. Look at >the house ol wonder hill and observe the light il the window to the south, see.
 How far that little candle throws hi | beams!
 So shines a good deed in nausht' world.
 Governor-well, 1 am glad I did # You may retire, Fort
 Fort-Good night. My Liege. Governor--Good night, my true an' loyal Fort. (Exit Fort.)
 What a pity 1t Is that one canno always be doing something to mak others happy? Here is this poor wo man with all these little children, al most in rags. yet her heart is light and to her, the world is bright am full of hope and all simply from tn signing of my name. Here I sit, witl the cares of State on my shoulders and oppressed with the thoughts o my friends defeat. The first to g.
 was Lusk and then Hoke.
 .'when sorrows come. they come no
 single spies,
 But in battalions.
 The zephyr has grown into the whirl
 wind. Where will It stop. where wil if stop? There Is but an imaginar. line between Georgia and Alabama, ant whirlWinds don't stop at imagfnar, lines. I am prepared for the worst yes. the worst. It Is coming; 1t Y coming. Cyavaquake! cyavaquake cyavaquake! tEA''