The news scimitar. (Memphis, Tenn.) 1907-1926, 1919-08-22

but lacked the nerve felt that FOlsy's
reckless temerity redeemed their inde-
pehaence. re did what they dMed only
20 imagine. sometimes | would hear the
men repeating one-sided insults from
the guards.
Damn scoandrels-just wait TIL l
get out Of herel The bloodhoundS
they'll whimper to my l8shl'
Such dreams Of vengeance as they
cherished. How they would get sven
for all the indignities they had suffered.
Like dogs they had fawned under the
seourge. Some day they would be freei
Foley's doom chilled the hope in every
we took up a collection for the Goat.
mol many Of us had any spending
money. Billy Raider and / contributed
80 cents each in stamps. This was .
small fortune in the prison. Except
fot men whose families kept them sup-
Piled, Ike old Garnet and Louisa, very
few had moro than a few bits at a
time.
Some gave a nickel, others a dims and
saorifice. Men went without pie or
coffee at night to get their names down
on Foley's subscription list.
Billy and ! brought the paper over
to Old Man Carnot, We expected a
handsome donation from him-a dollar,
ny word, Biiiy, what nonsense is
tHis?" The fringe Of hair stuck out
nike a double row OF red pins around
his fat face and his pursy Ups sputtered
q shower at US, Why, Foley Is a COM
mon piekpocketi He should be in jail.
It is most arrant, ~fooiishness to send a
donation to the poor white trash"
You white -livefed ola r~eprobate, II
! you!h
il was the first tiins I had ever seen
Billy angry, His long, slender body
trembled; his face seemed suddenly
blotched with rage and he leaned
Damn You, cafnot; YOU better thank
heaven I can't spring az you. II I
could stand alone, you'd hit the hay and
| never wake upln
'Is he serious, Mr.. JenhihksY" The
old fool moved back in shocked aston
ishfnent. Does he really wish the re-
lease q this ~yillainous p~iekpocketT
We've got your number, ali 81 is.
You're g rotten embezzler and you stole
&2,0o0, 600. You're a blackboard and
every cent you own Is filthy with the
tears and blood Of white trash. You're
g damn skunk and we Wouldn't let you
give q cent to a real mani =
Billy Makes One Dollar Gift.
II Foley could have seen CARROTS
distorted face he would have been COM
pensated for the loss. of the doiialn We
went to Louisa. He was busy writing
oat specifications in the contract shop.
mel"
That ended 1t. We, didn't give Louisa
ahother chance, Neither Of us wal In
the mood for explanations.
Put he down for a dollari I'll raise
my subscription, I've struck It Fich,'
We were in the postoffice that eve
ming. Billy's income had suddenly
Jumped It was an unstable account.
He kept the nail on his index finger
long and sharp. He would whiffle It IN
der the edge OF uncanceled stamps that
came on the mail to the postoffice.
Sometimes the revenue went to S. or SO
a month.
The officials knew or all these prac-
tices OF ours. They knew Of the ex-
istence of the club, they knew Of the
little thefts whereby men gained enough
made no effort to remedy conditions.
It would have beenrfutlle.
The evils were inherent in system
that compelled men to live starved and
abnQrmal lives. There were. so many
graver. crimes committed, even by the
officials themselves IN order that the
l ~ v GJbiCth Nc IllAlllNhluEu B. n
Billy had neatly Folded or seven
stamps-one OF them was worth 10
cents.
Porter Responds With Dollar.
did you ever see such an ugly red
sinner as old Cannot? I'd rather be
lackey to q niger than God to such
a sputtering lobster. ia be glad to
roast in hell for the pleasure of seeing
L hiu faf co1f gofseTinA Ltdxt ~. A. ANta ~
Hot satisfaction. indeed" the door
was showed gently open and Porter's
understanding eyes went IN amusement
over Billy's excited face.
Who's damned now?" Profanity
was not one Of Porter's weaknesses.
1T is a good vent for the ignorant. II
Is but a cheap outlet" he would rail at
hot shot of }''damns'' and by Gods"
What joint is now out Of socket In
this Paradise of the Lost?nD.
| ) We told him about the subscription
for Foley the Goat and the refusal OF
Carnot and Louisa 10 subscribe. n,
Ppsillanimous, penurious piek-pock-
cts that they are-dastardly defaulters,
who would expect largest from them +?
II but increases my respect for bank
ers of yonr type, colonel"
Porter gave a dollar to the fund, He
had sold some story-I do not remeta-
Der the name, but / think it was
Christmas by Injunction
Men Don't Think.
Il would Rave expected better Of
Louisa" Porter had a deep affection
for the clever, brilliant thinker. 4 do
not wish to see either OF. them again.
This refusal to help Foley is too
Money never meant anything to .Por-
ter-when he had it he spent it freely.
He placed no value on 1t except the
power 1t gave him to crafty the thou,
sand odd impulses that were the very
when Louisa heard Of Porter's in
dignation, he sent him a detailed ex-
PLANTATION. There were at least fifteen
typewriter pages.
zie." He showed US the. bulky manu-
script. Louisa and Porter were given
70 correspondence. The ex-banker's
letters were masterpieces. He discussed
philosophy, science and art in a way
that filled Porter with delight. Il
haven't had tins, to read it all, but
he says he did not think. He did not
give the matter Of Foley a second
thought. That's the trouble with the
world-it doesn't think. But the fellow
who Is starving or trampled OF is COM |
PEELED to think. II men would investi- |
gate the claims OF others and their JUS
tice, the human heart would beat with
a kinder throb."
We did not 20 over to the club that
Sunday. Louisa was broken-hearted,
Old mar Carnot ragged and fumed. None
of us ever bothered with him again
The happy association was ended.
With its break, a deeper friendship be-
tween Porter and myself was cemented.
CHAPTER Xiv.
we got up $25 for Foley. wrote a.
latter Of annreciatinn eytnlllnp his Nalnf.