Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1916-06-23

D. wasting Dreatn!' cried STUDIOS.
'It's sound sense. Mr.. Willett. When
took hold Of this no-license move
ment, where was it.? Hopelessiy dis
tanced. Year after year the anti
saloon vote of this city was so small
you had to hunt for II with micro
scope. I've had political experience
In all sorts of campaigns, Mr.. Willett.
and my work In this one is based
on what l know about the ma
chinery Of the game. don't want
anything out of it. III be satisfied to
see rum driven out of Sheffield bag
and baggage, lug and luggage, because
my father and my brother both died
from 1t. You can call 1t revenge. IL
you want to; but let me tell you. the
fellow who feels the blight personally
is the one that's going to form the
backbone of your fighting forces. Nor
alizing's all right, but it doesn't have
much force coming from the lips of
some SNUG chap who only believes
rum is a curse because another moral
izer has told him So"
What you ask is quite out of the
question" John Willett said. kindly
and quietly. Even II l were to be
in this country during your campaign,
j could not go into politics. So far as
my personal attitude goes, 1t is and
always has been against the saloon
and the entire liquor trade. vote
that way, shall continue to vote that
way. l make no secret of my opin-
ion."
'Oh, yes" said Stubs. picking up
his hat. II know you're very con-
scientious man, but wish your con-
science had a little less ego and a
little more 'we-go.'"
"By which you mean-Y
II wish that you had little stronger
social consciousness. l wish you
thought for the group, instead of the
Individual. wish your conscience en-
braced the whole of Sheffield, it's pow
erty, its wickedness, its suffering.
IT'S" ~
Hush, Amos" said WilIett, little
testify. II do my share. You talk
like socialist. Great heavens, man!
You're not"
NO." said Stubs sadly, turning to
go, I'm only politician. And that
reminds me. You said something about
a check?"
For the campaign fund? Certainly,
Amos" Willett wrote busily for a
moment, then: Here you are, my boy,
and God bless you. Just to show
there's no hard feeling. I've made it
twice what gave you last year."
And so the Willetts sailed away for
the carefully planned vacation; and in
spite of Johns check and others, Amos
Stubs fought losing fight. missing
success by less than a hundred votes.
1t marked the high water Of no-license
enthusiasm, and the next year retro
gression set In. Stubs fought on for
two or three more campaigns, but the
golden opportunity had passed. So the
courageous young lawyer went into
another branch of work. where he
could reach individuals.
Maybe the time isn't ripe in Shelf
field yet" he said; "but some day
well. when the tide hows again. it'll
sweep the country"
Three days before the date set for
the Willetts' departure for Europe, the
big Willett touring car slid up to the
Thomas home. In the tonneau with
John Willett, Charlie, peering out
through the window, saw a stranger.
q brisk little man who followed Mr..
WiIlett into the house by the front
door. The democratic millionaire usu-
ally entered through the side porch
and kitchen; this new visitor must be
someone Of Importance.
Charlie, from his wheel-chair in the
sitting room. heard the rumble OF
voices in the front hall. where Martha
had gone to admit the callers. When