Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-12-06

and general proffigacy with which the
newspapers had credited him-think-
ing this, and wondering whether or
not, in maiden modesty, she would
disclaim knowledge Of it.
To his surprise, her answer was fiat
and uncomprOmising.
mo; DON'T
'I know I've been brash on some Of
those rides that got into the papers"
he began his defence, "and that I've
been travelling with lively crowd"
ST don't mean that" she said,
though I know about it, too, and
can't say that I like it. But it is your
life in general, your business. There
are women in the world who could
marry man like you and be happy,
but I couldn't And the more I cared
for such a man, the more unhappy
should be. You see, my unhappiness,
in turn, would tend to make him I'M
happy. [ should make mistake, and
he would make an equal mistake,
though his would not be so hard on
him because he would still have his
business"
'Business!" Daylight gasped.
whats wrong with my business?
play fair and square. There's moth
ing underhand about it, which can't
be said of most businesses, whether Of
the big corporations or Of the cheat
ing, lying, little corner-grocerymen. I
play the straight rules of the game,
and I don't have to lie or cheat or
break my word
Don't you see,' he went on, the
whole game is a gamble. Everybody
CANDLES in one way or another. The
farmer CANDLES against the weather
and the market on his crops. So does
the United States Steel Corporation.
The business of lots Of men is straight
robbery Of the poor people. But I've
never made that my business. You
know that. I've always gone after the
robbers
81 missed my point" she admitted.
''Wait minute"
And for space they rode in ST.
1ence.
81 see it more clearly than I 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-
duces grain. He's making something
that is good for humanity. He actual
ly, in a way, creates something, the
grain that will fill the. mouths of the
hungry
And then the railroads and market
ringers and the rest proceed to rob
him of that same grain" Daylight
broke in.
There amt 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 I do.
And, besides, halfway robbery is too
slow a. game for me to sit in. You
don't win quick enough for me-
"But what do you want to win for?'
Dede demanded. 'You have millions
and millions, already; why can't you
do good with all your money!"
Daylight laughed.
Doing good with your money!
Amt it funny, to go around with brass
knuckles and big club breaking
folks heads and taking their money
away from them until I've got pile,
and then, repenting of my ways, going
around and bandaging up the heads
the other robbers are breaking? I
leave it to you. That's what doing good
with money amounts to. Every once
in a while some robber turns soft
H. M 4rJ- - .J,as--
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 few hundred million, and now
he goes around dribbling it back to
them. Funny? / leave it to you
He rolled a cigarette and watched
her half curiously, half amusedly. His
replies and harsh congratulations of
harsh school were disconcerting, and
she came back to her earlier position.
81 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 Yu-
kon, or canoe, or raft, or something?
And don't you remember how salts
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
ed. He saw the deserted fat on the
river bank~sby 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 1 was proud and glad to
see them go up. I'm proud now, when