Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-21

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 q missed my point" she admitted. ''Wait a minute"
 And for a space they rode in si- lence.
 q see it more clearly than can state it. but it's something like this. There is legitimate work, and there's work that-well. that isn't legitimate The farmer works the soil and pro duees grain. He's making something that Is good for humanity He actual ly. in a way, creates something. the grain that win i'll the mouths of the hungry"
 And then the railroads and market riggers and the rest proceed 10 rob him of that same grain" Daylight broke in.
 There ain't much difference be- tween playing halfway robber like the railroad hauling that farmers wheat to market. and playing all rob Der and robbing the robbers like do. And. besides, halfway robbery is too slow game for me to sit in. You don't win quick enough for me
 But what do you want 10 win forY' Dede demanded You have millions and millions, already; why can't you do good with all your mouey?"
 Daylight laughed
 Doing good with your moneyi Amt it funny. to go around with brass knuckles and a big club breaking folks heads and taking their money away from them until I've got a pile. and then. repenting of my ways going around and bandaging up the heads the other robbers are breaking2 I leave it to you. That's what doing good with money amounts to. Every once in a while some robber turns soft hearted and takes to driving an am bulance. That's what Carnegie did. He smashed heads in pitched battles at Homestead, regular wholesale head. breaker he was, held up the suckers for a few hundred million. and now he goes around dribbliug it back to them Funny? I leave it to you"
 He rolled a cigarette and watched her half curiossIy. half anusedly His replies and harsh generaEzatfons of g i harsh school were disconceTting, and she came back to her earlier position.
 'I can't argue with you. and you know that. No matter how right a woman is. men have such a way about them--well what they say sounds most convincing. and yet the woman Is still certain they are wrong But there is one thing, the creative joy; and it's a higher joy than mere gam bling. Haven't you ever made things yourself--a log cabin up in the Tu- kon. or a canoe, or raft, or something? And don't you remember how satis. fed you were, how good you felt. while you were doing it and after you had it done?"
 While she spoke his memory was busy with the associations she recall cd. He saw the deserted fiat on the river bank by the Klondike. and he saw the log cabins and warehouses spring up. and all the log structures he had built, and his sawmills work ing night and day on three shifts.
 Why. dog-gone it, Miss Mason, you're right-in a way I've built hundreds of houses up there and I remember I was proud and glad 10 see them go up. I'm proud now. when I remember them. And there was Ophir-the most God-forsakeR moose pasture of a creek you ever laid eyes on. made that into the big Ophir. Why I ran the water in therA from the Rinkabilly, eighty mles away. They all said l couldn't, but I did it, and I did 1t by myself. The dam and tho Hume cost me four million. But you should have seen that Ophir-pow. CT plants. electric lights. and hun. dreds of men on the payroll. working night and day. I guess I do get an