The Tupelo journal., 1909-04-02

"Of course, I stick to you; I'm too
old to be tickle. Did you ever know
a Winter who wouldn't stand by his
friends? I belong to the old regime,
BERTHE; we had our faults-glar1ng
ones, | dare say-but If we condoned
sin too readily, we never condoned
meanness; such a 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, | know" unused the colonel;
"and turn Tracy, the president, down
the one who gave him his start on
his b~ucaneering career. Tracy de-
clines to be his tool, being, | under
stand, a 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 n
troll: though he couldn't get enough
of the stock; and he means to
grab the road to use for himself. Poor
Tracy, who loves the road as a child,
they saw. will have to stand by and
see it turned into a Wall street foot
ball; and the equipment run down as
fast as it's reputation. | think I'm
sorry for Tracy. Besides, it's a bad
lookout. the power of such fellows;
men who are not captains of industry,
not a little bit; only inspired gamblers.
! Yet they are running the country. |
wonder where is the class that will
save us"
81 don't know. l don't admire the
present century, BERTHE. We had peo-
pie of quality in my day; we have only
| people Of culture in this. ] confess l
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 ~sontented
with respect from our interiors and
courtesy from our equals
And what from your betters, Aunt
Rebecca?'' drawled the colonel.
1--WE had no betters, Rupert; we
were the best. | think partly it was
our assurance of u position. whlcn
nobody else doubted any more than
we. that kept us so mannerly. Nova
DAYS nobody has a real position. lie
NAV have wealth and a servile follow,
ing. who expect to make something
out of him, but he hasn't position. The
newspapers can make fun OF MIN
The common people watch him drive
by and never think of removing their
caps. Nobody takes him seriously ex
cent his toadies and himself. A1d as
for the sentiments of reverence and
loyalty, very useful sentiments IN
running a world, they seem to have
clean disappeared, except she
smiled a half-reluctant smile-"except
with youngsters like Archie, Wit
would find it agreeable to be chopped
into bits for you, and the ONE VIII
have not lived in the world, like Janet
who makes a heroine out OF me-
upon my word, BERTHE, je tai fall
rougir!!"
mot at ALL said the colonel; ar
1
Illusion of the sunset; but What d.
you mean when you say people o
quality required less than people o
culture?"
"Oh, simply this; all we demanded
was Difference; but your cultivated
gang wants admiration and submits
sion, and will not let is possess GU
secret souls, even. in peace. And
then, the quality despised no one. Du
the cultivated despise every one. An
we'll
Those good old times are past and gcne
1 Ugh for them in vain,-
Janet. | wish Archie would fish hi
mandolin out and you would sing t
me: / like to hear the songs ! 70:
youth. Not rag-time, or c~oon-songs
but dear old Fosters melodies; "Oh