The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-01-02
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EcoerHi6HT. 1907. 7ste eoeeS.4eRkitA CO. -.
is to make 1t SO uncomfortable and
costly and inconvenient for any wit
nesses of a crime that he runs away
rather than endure it. Here we have
had to stay over SO long in Salt Lake
we nearly lost our drawing-room.
But never mind, you got your man
committed. Did you find out anything
about his gang?"
The colonel shook his head. "No,
he's = tough country boy; he has the
rural distrust of lawyers and Of sweat
boxes. He does absolutely nothing
but groan and swear, pretending his
wound hurts him. But I've a notion
there are bigger people back of him.
It's most awfully good of you, Aunt
Rebecca, to stick to me this way
"Of course, stick to you; I'm too
old to be tickle. Did you ever know
a Winter who wouldn't stand by his
friends? belong to the old regime,
Berthe; We had our faults-glaring
ones. I dare say-but it we condoned
sin too readily, we never condoned
meanness; such trick as that upstart
Keatcham is doing would have been
impossible to my contemporaries. You
saw the morning papers; you know he
means to eat up the Midland?"
Eyes. I know" unused the colonel;
land turn Tracy, the president. down
the one who gave him his start on
his bucaneering career. Tracy de-
clines to be his tool, being, I under
stand, very decent sort of man, who
has always run his road for his stock
holders and not for the stock market.
A capital crime, that in these days.
So Keatcham has, somehow, by one
trick or another, got enough directors
since Baneleigh died to give him con-
troll; though he couldn't get enough
of the stock; and now he means to
grab the road to use for himself. Poor
Tracy, who loves the road as a child,
they say, will have to stand by and
see It turned into Wall street foot
ball; and the equipment run down as
fast as its reputation. think Tn
sorry for Tracy. Besides, It's bad
lookout, tho power of such fellows;
men who are not captains Of industry,
not little bit; only inspired gamblers.
Yet they are running the country. I
wonder where is the class that will
save us"
II don't know. don't admire the
present century, BERTHE. We had peo-
pie Of quality in my day; we have only
people Of culture In this. I confess I
prefer the quality. They had robuster
nerves and really asked less Of people,
although they may have appeared to
ask more. We used to be contented
with respect from our interiors and
courtesy from our equals"
"And what from your betters. Aunt
Rebecca?" drawled the colonel.
I'VE hid no betters, Rupert: We
were the best. think partly it was
our assurance of our position, which
nobody else doubted any more than
we, that kept US so mannerly. Nova
days, nobody has real position. He
may have wealth and a servile follo1.
ing, who expect to make something
ryit of him, but he hasn't position. The
newspapers can make fun Of him.
The common people watch him drive
by and never think Of removing theis
caps. Nobody takes him seriously ex.
cept his toadies and himself. And as
for the sentiments of reverence and
loyalty, very useful sentiments in
running world, they seem to have
clean disappeared, except" - she
smiled a half-re1uctant smile-"except
with youngsters like Archie, who
would find it agreeable to be chopped
into bits for you, and the women who
have not lived in the world, like Janet,
who makes a heroine out of me-
upon my word, BERTHE, je tai fait
rougir!"
"Not at ALL" said the colonel; ian
illusion Of the sunset; but what do
you mean when you say people of
quality required less than people Of
culture?'
"Oh, simply this; all we demanded
was Difference: but your cultivated
gang wants admiration and, submits
sion, and will not let us possess our
secret souls, even, in peace. And,
then, the quality despised no one, but
the cultivated despise every one. All,
we'll
Those good old times are past and gone,
I sigh for them in vain,-
Janet. wish Archie would hsh his
mandolin out and you would sing to
me; like to hear the songs of my
youth. Not rag-time, or coon-songs,
but dear old Fosters melodies; "Old
Kentucky Home and 'Massa's in the
COL Col Ground and Nellie Was a
Lady-what makes that 80 sad,
vonder?-'Nellie was lady, las night
she died. it's all in that single line;
think it is because it represents the
pathetic idealization of love; Nellie
was that black lovers ideal of all that
was lovely, and she was dead. Is the