The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-06-07

able to all this night rider business.
 She would of like to been a night rider herself, but the old man he says law and order is the main pint.
 "But you were in the Kuklux Klan yo'self,' says Miss Lucy.
 The old man says the Kakluxes was working fur a principle-the principle of keeping the white supremacy on top of the nigger race, fur if you let 'em quit work and go around balloting and voting it won't do. It makes lem biggity, and a bigg1ty nigger is laying up trouble fur himself, because sooner or later he will get to thinking he is as good as one of these here Angle Saxtons you are always hearing so much talk about down south.
 He was sure very quiet, peace able old man, MT. Davis was, and Bud says he was so dern foolish about law and order he had to up and shoot a man about fifteen years ago who hearn him talking hathaway and said he reminded him of a Boston school teacher.
 But Miss Lucy and Bud they tells me what all them night ridings is fur. It seems this here tobaccer trust is jest as mean and low down and un- princip1ed as all the rest of them
  ed considerable tobaccer-more'n they did of anything else. The trust had showed the price so low they couldn't hardly make a living. So they organ 1zed and said they would all hold their tobaccer fur a fair price. But some of the farmers wouldn't organ1Ze-said they had a right to do what they pleased with their own tobaccer. So the night riders was formed to burn their barns and ruin their crops and whip 'em and shoot 'em and make lem jine, and also to burn a few trust warehouses now and then.
 So fur as could see they hadn't hurt the trust none to speak of, them night riders, but they had done con siderab ble damage to their own coun- ty, fur folks was moving away, and the price of land had fell Still, I guess they must of got considerable satisfaction out of raising the deuce nights that-a-way, and sometimes that is worth hull lot to fe1ler. As fur as could make out both the trust and the night riders was in the wrong.
 I asts George one day what he thought about it. George, he got mighty serious right off, like he felt his answer was going to be used to decide the hull thing by. He was car rying a lot of scraps on a plate to hound. dog that had kennel out near Georges cabin, and he walled his eyes right thoughtful. and scratched bis head with the fork he had been scrap ing the plate with, but fur awhile noth- ing come of it. Finally George says:
 ''I'se spec nah jedgment des about de same as Marse Willyum's an Miss Lucy's. rse notice hit mos 5ngin'lly am de same"
 That can't be. George says I, 'tfur they think different ways
 'tDen if dat am de case," says George, "dey ain't no one kin settle hit tweL hit settles hitse'f.'' Then he told me about the war and the KukluKes, and he said:
 "pen arter de KukIuxes dey was de time Miss Lucy Buckner gw1ne ter ma'hy Marse Prent .McMakin. An she don' want to ma'hy him, if dey give her her druthers about hit. But OF Marse Kunnel Hampton, her grampa, and her aunt, my Miss Lucy hyah, dey ain't gwine give her no druthers. And dey was mo gwines on. But dat set tie hftse'f too"
 George he begins to chuckle, and RSt him how.
 tFYass, sah, dat settle -hitse'f. But spec Miss Lucy Buckner done hep