The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-09-11
cAAPrER VI.
The syatem al Work.


The System at Work.
John Brand was the incarnation OF
twentieth century prosperity; scrupu-
lously. almost imposingly clean; Inn
! maculately groomed. Physically he
would have passed muster anywhere.
He was only thirty-fve years old, yet
he had the bulk that suggested not
alone avoirdupois, but substantially
and maturity Of mind. His keen gray
eyes, the firm, decisive lines Of his
face, the poise and calm assuredness
of movement, bespoke strength; abso-
Lutte control Of self and mastery of
others. Inherent shrewdness was
yelled behind a mask of genial good
| fellowship and frankness Of speech.
He was the type that any man con-
Quoting great enterprises would have
| welcomed as colleague and feared as
a rival. John Brand spelled success.
He, had sought it, encompassed it end
corralled it. The doctrine of the sur
vival of the fittest, he held sacred. It
was his casus belli and his Bible,
He apotheosized himself and his kind
and actually believed the world was
better of for the breed. Modern
methods of manipulation. and chican-
cry he looked upon, not as an impedi-
ment. but as an accelerating spur to
progress. Failure was the only sin
he knew.
| He looked quizzically now at the
cheap cigar his host had given him
and then around at thes modest fur
nishings of the room.
you haven't been very prosperous
since you left SCHOOL," he asked. Il
had the idea that you had money up
! there
Bob's cheeks burned. 1t seemed to
him that Brands address was not only
businesslike. but unnecessarily blunt.
But he answered coolly enough:
mo, you see, an old aunt of mine
took care Of my education. About the
time graduated she died. I've been
working pretty hard trying to get
along the best could. I've married
and bought this little home, but it's
hard to keep it up"
The millionaire's answer to this
statement was brutally sententious.
Guess you can't be much of bust.
ness man. he said. cat least, buying
| this kind of a. house the way you
have isn't good business. I heard a
fellow say one time that every Install
ment you pay on your home or furni.
ture is like putting nail in the coffin
Of your hope, and guess he wasn't
| far wrong. Not bad, eh?''
mo, not for millionaires; not for
those who have got the price, but it's
| flippant foolery for those who haven't
it. know that am paying more for
this place than it's worth and that Pm
helping some capitalist to put the
screws down tighter. But it's the sys-
tenn that's wrong, Brand, not me- /
want a piece Of the earth to which
am entitled. want to feel that there
is something under my feet besides
the pavement that your stock watered
cement company built. Your cement
will erumble up and blow away, but
this half-acre Of ground win be here
| for me and for my children. Why,
any man who is worth anything in our
social order OF things has this longing
for the soil. Everyone knows it; you
know it. That's why you bought stock
in the Utopian Land company. We're
trimmed. or course we are. we pipe
and you sing. but how are we going
to help it,"
The millionaire laughed. I've heard
that before" he answered. Seems to
me your friend Meade has made a
convert. But wait"--he held up his
hand to stop Reynolds reply. "You
asked me how you can help 1t. I'm
going to tell you. You recollect that
you were pretty good friend of mine
at school Worked your heart and soul
out trying to get me on the varsity
eight and the eleven.
Eyes. and you didn't make them"
There's that wonderful memory
again. Buta never mind. One good
turn deserves another and I'm here
for that purpose. am a business
man and handle things from that
standpoint"
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
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