The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1919-04-03

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MarshaIl's Voice Rang Out.
ington has been, DO this the way we
like. or wen not take 1t of your
hands," A murmur Of angry voices
started somewhere, swelling toward
the balcony.
1--WE don't want the government"
began the rising voices. MarshalPs
voice rang out:
"But the government wants-you
Unless you will help save your own
homes, the government will have to, In
time. It's got to. Up there at Laguna,
have you seen 1t? There's nothing go
ing on. They're watching us. That's a
useless toy IL our works are washed
out. Faraday says this to you" Not
a sound In the stilied house. "Unless
you withdraw your damage suits, he
won't advance another damned cent"
Sharply he sat down before the au-
dience realized that his message was
finished. The house had not found its
voice, when Babcock's gavel was
pounding again for attention. The
question. he felt, had not been put to
them completely. Perhaps. they did
not gather the full import Of Mr.. Mar
shall's message. Mr.. MacLean would
follow Mr.. Marshall.
MacLean'sUsuperb figure rose from
a tree-paneied background. 4
: "He should sing Brown October
Ale" suggested Brandon to Hardin
humorously. ~
Hardin's eyes were on MacLean.
What did he know about iti What
could he tell those men that they did
not know? MacLean was f1gurehead
In the reorganized irrigation company.
Why hadn't they called on him, Har-
din? He knew more about the involved
history of the two companies than the
whole bunch on the stage down yon-
der. He could have told them. he
could have called on their justice,
their memory
MacLean was speaking.
"Mr. Marshall has likened the river
project to the old man Of the sea. He
has it on his back, while it Is busily
kicking him in the shins!
"Mr. Marshall has given you Mr..
Faraday's message. He has asked
you to dismiss your damage suits. /
ask you to do more than that. Put
your hands in your pockets! Come
out and help us. You don't want the
government. + am told that is the
sentiment Of the valley. When you
called to them, they wouldn't help
you; they wouldn't give you an ade-
quate price. Congress win soon be
adjourning. What is Mr.. Faraday to
say to Washington? Is he going to
close that break? That depends on
you. Withdraw your suits. Do more.
Stop fighting against US. Fight with
US"
The audience stirred omlnously,
angriiy. Before MaeLean was done, q
voice screamed from the balcony.
"You can't quit. That's a threat.
You're in too deep. You can't fool us.
You've got to save yourself. You've
got to go on. Tell Faraday to tell that
to Washington"
The uproar was released. Black,
from the Wistaria, jumped on his
chair. II am speaking for the valley.
We can't help. You know it. We're
stripped. We're ruined. You think to
threaten us with the governmental
we wait for the government to decide,
the valley is gone-and the railroads
money with it. l tell you, your bluff
won't go. We want justice. We are
going to have justice "y'
"Justicc" came from the surging
ranchers.
"Fair play" yelled Black. "You can't
trick us. We We're not born yesterday.
We have rights. The company brought
US here. What did we give our money
for? Desert land? What good is this
land without water? We bought wa
ter. Give us back the money we've
put in--that's what we're asking for.
We won't be scared out Of our rights"
There was n growing accompani-
ment from the back rows, herding to-
gether.
Order" cried .Babcock, humping
his gavel Let Mr.. Black have the
flOol."
Black had not stopped. Wildly h,s
hands cut the air. His speech. thUusa