The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-09-18

supremacy under party system is
always held by a minority The domi-
| nant faction of party rules the party.
and the successful party rules the
state. IT the negro only numbered
! one-hfth the population and they all
belonged to one party. they could die
/ tate the policy of that party
"You know that few white brains
really rule that black mob"
| Yes; but the black mob defines the
limits within which you live and have
your being.
castor. the time has come to shake
Off this nightmare and face the issues
bf our day and generation. We are 60
ing to win in this campaign. but
want you. ! like you. You are the
| E1nd OF man we need now to take the
field and lead in this campaign
How are you going to win?'
We are going to form a contract
with the Farmers Alliance and break
the backbone of the, bourbon Democ-
! racy of the south. The farmers have
now compact body Of $4,000 voters.
thoroughly organized. and combined
with the negro vote we can hold this
state until Gabriel blows his trumpet"
That's a pretty scheme. Our farm
ers are crazy now with a large variety
of fool IDEAS said CASTOR, thought
fully.
Exactly, my boy; and we've got
them by the nose.'
IF you can carry through that pro-
gram you've got us in hole"
! in a hole! l should say we've got
you in the bottomless pit with the lid
bolted down. You'll not even rise at
the day of Judgment 1t won't be nec-
essaryr' laughed Mcleod, and as he
laughed changed his tone in the midst
Of his laughter.
"And what is the great proposition
you have to make to me?' asked Gas
ton.
/ "Join with us in this new coalition
and stump the state for us. Your for
tune will be made, win or lose. I'll
see that the national Republican COM
mittee pays you $1,000 week for your
! speeches. at least five a week-$2OO
apiece If we lose, you will make
I $4,000 in the canvass and stand in
line for good Office under the national
administration. If we win, I'll put you
in the governors palace for four years.
| There's tide in the affairs of men,
you know. It's at the food at this
moment for you"
CASTOR was silent a moment and
looked thoughtfully out of the win
| dow. The offer was a tremendous
temptation. A group Of old fogies had
dominated the Democratic party for
ten years. and had kept the younger
men down with their war cries and
old soldier candidates. until he had
been more than once Disguised. He
felt as sure of McLeod's success as If
he already saw it.
1t was the dream of his life to have
money enough to buy back his moth
er's old home. beautify it and live there
in comfort with a great library of
books he would gather. The posi-
bility of a career at the state capitol
and then at Washington for so young
man was one of dazzling spleRdor to
his youthful mind. For the moment
it seemed almost impossible to say no.
Mcleod saw his hesitation and al
ready smiled with the certainty of tri-
umph. cloud overspread his face
when CASTOR at length said:
"Pll give you my answer tomorrow.
Gall right. You're gentleman;
can trust you. Our. conversation is, of
course, only between you and me-
certainly; l understand that"
All that day and night he was alone
fighting out the battle in his soul. 1t
was an easy solution of life that
opened before him. The attainment of
his proudest ambitions lay within his
grasp almost without struggle.
All that he had to do was to give up
his prejudices on the negro question
On the issue of the party platforms he
was in accord with the modern Repub'
lican utterances at almost every issue
and so were his associates in the south
ern Democracy The negro was the
point What was the use now of per
sisting in the reiteration of the old
slogan of white supremacy? The ne
gro had the ballot. He was, still the
ward of the nation. and likely to be
for all time, so far as he could see. The
negro was the one pet superstition OF
the millions who lived where no negro
dwelt.
The possibility of a reunion in friend
ly understanding and sympathy be
tween the masses of the north and the
masses Of tho SOl1fh seemed remote
and impossible in his day and genera
ton. T..
He did not confer with the Rev. Johr
Durham on this question, because he
+ knew what his answer would be with
out asking. Again and again he ha6
said to him, with the emphasis ht
could give to words: h.....
"My boy. the future American mus
be an Anglo-Saxon or mulatto. W.