Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-11-11

Pitched Voice.
afraid of anything l can say. l would
venture this, that the man Webster
is a prophet. In his Plymouth address
he hears receding into never-returning
distance the clank of chains and all
the din Of slavery. Ii will come true"
"Do you think sol" Abe asked.
"Surely-there are so many of US
who hate it. These Yankees hate 1t
and they and their children are scat
tering all over the midiands. Their
spirit will guide the West. The love
of liberty is the salt of their blood and
the marrow of their bones. Liberty
means freedom for all. Wait until
these babies, coming out here by the
wagonload, have grown to manhood.
Slavery will have to reckon with
them"
81 hate 1t, too" said Abe. IF I live
I'm going to hit that thing on the
head SOM day."
do you still want to be a lawyerr
Kelso asked.
"Yes, but sometimes I think I'd
make a better blacksmith" said Abe.
'Tm trying to make up my mind
what's best for me-"
mo, you're trying to decide what
is best for your friends and your
country and for the reign Of law n
Justice and liberty"
"But I think every man acts from
selfish motives" Abe insisted.
Doctor Allen demurred as follows:
"The other night you happened to
remember that you had o~vercharged
Mrs. Peters for a jug of molasses and
after you had closed the store you
walked three miles to return the mon
ey which belonged to her. Why did
you do lit"
"For a selfish motive" said Abe.
II believe honesty is the best policy"
"Then you took that long walk Just
to advertise your honesty-to induce
people t o call you Honest Abe as they
have begun to dor
81 wouldn't want to put 1t that
way" said Abe.
"But that's the only way out" the
Doctor insisted, land we knowing ones
would have to call you 'Sordid Abe"
sThere's a hidden Abe and you
haven't got acquainted with him yet"
Kelso interposed. 1--WE have all caught
a glimpse Of him tonight. Hes the
Abe that loves honor and justice and
humanity and their great temple Of
freedom that Is growing up here in
the new world. He loves them better
than fame or fortune or life itself.
I think 1t must have been that Abe
whose voice sounded like a trumpet
fust now and who sent you Oh to Mrs.
Peters with the money. You haven't
the chance to know him that we have.
Some day you two will get &C
Quainted."
At this moment there was a loud
rap on the door. Mr.. Kelso opened
it and said: "Hello. Eli! Come in"
A h~airy-faced, b~ow-legged man, bent
under a great pack, partly covered
with bed ticking, stood in the door
way.
Hello, Mr.. Kelso," the bearded man
answered. 1.-THE poor wandering Jew
has gone back ag'in-hey? I tink
hat to take de hump off my back be-
fore I gifts in"
Staggering beneath his load he let
1t down to the ground.
'Bring in your Trojan horse and
mind you do not let out its four and
twenty warriors until morning. I'll
have some bread and milk for you In
q minute. Gentlemen. this Is my friend
Ella wandering pioneer of trade"
II hat a wonderful line o. goods
wonderful! wonderful" said Eli, ges.
turing with both hands.
First supper-then open your Tro-
Jan horse" said Kelso.
First I must show my goods" Eli
insisted. IAN I'll bet you take dem all
everything vat l have in dot pack
an you pay my price an you tank