The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1910-03-31

toast Ger here, where begins the trail
to the of Hope. Be jolly: let the
place ring with laughter: ella the
newest story-the story that matches
the nude picture on the wall.
What's that? A dispute, angry oatns,
a violent quarrel, the crash of over
turned chairs. the CLEAN of steel. tAe
flash of uns he stream of life-blood.
the oan OF dying men?
On we'll, it might nave happened
anywhere. The hearts of mothers and
fathers, | wrench with pain: the souls
of wives. l darken in i snite
the mansion, and there are wounds
mat gold cannot salve: the nut in
wade. and poverty sinks int deeper
/ pits.
SOY and / till and / reap where 1
SOW. n my harvest-is what?
Men so brutalized that all of hu-
manity is lost save the physical
shape-men rocking with m filth,
stony of heart, bestial in vice-men
who near the name of God with a
wrathful stare, or a burst of scorn-
full mirth, men who listen to the
death rattle OF any victim of their
greed or their lusts without a sign of
pity.
And women too, How can ] htly
sing of the Woman of my harvest
time? Did you ever hear ner laugh?
1t must be the fagorite music of the
damned. Did you I'VE hear her ribald
talk? The very sewers might shrink
at bearing it away. Have you ever
heard her libidinous songs? Did you
ever watch her eyes-tnose defiant.
~nocking. hopeless. shameless eyes?
What warriors have I not vanquish-
ed? What statesmen have l laid low?
How many a Burns INC Poe have I
not dragged down from ethereal
heignts? How many a Sidney Carton
laave I not made to weep for a wasted
life? How many times have l caused
er:ninc to be drawn through the mud ?
Strong am I-irresistibly strong.
Samson like, l strain at the founda-
tons of character; n they come
topping down. in irremediable ruin
while ] escape. | am the cancer,
beautiful to behold, N eating my
remorseless way into the vitals of tae
world. l an the pestilence, stalking
NY victims to the cottage door and
W thS P6h1&C @1NC. Nv IC1PCCh0I Vi
persons, / gloat over r~idAly-garbed
victim nc more than over the man of
the blouse.
The Church. empty it: the Jail,
I I'LL IL: the gallows, / feed IL. From
me and my blazing lights. rum straight
the dark roads to the slunss. to the
prisons. to the ~breadlines, to the
nad-louse, to the Potter's Field.
I undo the work Of the School. II
cut the ground from under Law and
Order. I'm h seed-bed of Poverty.
Vice and Crime. I'm the Leper VINO
buys liberation, and who has not to
CRY "Unciean"! I'm the Licensed ally
of-Sin. I buy from the State the right
to lay dynamite under its foundations. |
For a price. they give me power to
naillffy the work of lawmakers. magis- |
trates and rulers. For a handful OF
gold. I am granted letters Of marque |
to sail every human sea and prey up |
on its life-boats.
Huge D~attle-sAips they build. cas-
ing them triply with hardened steel: |
n huge guns they mount on these |
floating ramparts. until "A mile of
nreadnaughts line the coasts5for |
what? To be ready for perils that may
never cone. But I give them a pitt |
full little purse: and. in return, they |
issue to me the lawful right to un-
mask my batteries ON every square:
and my guns play upon humanity ev-
cry day and every nignt. of every
And were my Destroyers spread
upon the Sea- they would cover
the face thereof.
Around that grief-bowed woman II
threw the weeds Of widowAood-but
I paid for the chance TO do It.; and
they who o my money knew that
I would do t.
To the lips OF that desoizte child. /
I brought the wall OF the orphan-I
but I bnnnht tina right Tn do M mmd /