The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1926-01-15

dence on the voice Of culture as well as
strength, and the longing being satisfied,
experienced a distressing shock. For
those lacking in judgment the diamond
lost its luStre, the gem was revealed as en-
numbered with it's drOss. He was Lanca
shire-with trimmings, and the trimmings
Jared. The Lancashire was all right. If
he had always said "yigh' for yes and
move" for no and tina for you, few
would have found Offense; but most Of
MS reTlnementS vanished when passion in
one Of its varying forms laid hold Of him.
Then he had recourse to a crude blend in
which his native tongue predominated. He
had been known to address a political au-I
dience as "Gentlmen" at the beginning Of
the speech, and finish by calling it "YO'
chaps" WhereupOn his son, if he were
present would hang his head or miserably
fail to look uncOncerned, while strangers
without vision had been trapped into a
Singer and afterwards into a hOmily on
the frailty of artificial veneer. But here
both the son and the strangers were wrong.
Beginning where so many of the cotton
lords or the cotton lords fathers have be-
gun, he focused every atom Of ambition on
himself. 1t was for Stephen ClOugh that
he drove four looms and then worked over
time. Later on, having achieved the rank
of manager, he concentrated ell desire Of
gear and gain on his young wife. When
his son was born, the young babe became
enthrOned, and finally, after the passage
Of years, he surrendered himself to the
lure Of commercial sovereignty.
By his mills he had been made, for his
mills he lived, for them he laid hands on
the unborn years. He thought in terms
of cotton, death with most of the concerns
Of life on a standard of cotton. Without
any Of the outward signs Of rapture he
reveled in the outlook from the window Of
his breakfast rOOm-a stretch Of garden
ground with the dingy pile of his factory
at the other side of the wall. The cOncen-
trGted rumble of his looms and spinning
mules was majestic as the music of the
spheres, The smoke belching from his
chimneys more glorious than the dawn or
i the nnnn1nR of the flowers As for his
son., he came to appreciate him chiefly as
his heir, was more concerned about the
succession than the successor. He desired
that Roger ClOugh should be worthy, not
so much because he was bone Of his bone
but because he would one daySbe the owner
Of his mills. This kingdom he had found
ed must not perish.
By his own telling stephen Clough was
fortunate in his period, I'D luck at the
start" he would relate. Il got nicely 60
ing on a rising market. Ny cotton webs
turned to webs Of gold. Since then w,
had my lean years wi the rest, but they've
been mostly fat. I've been like that gian'
in tn fairy tale, him with the big boots.
When Roger was five years old StepheI
had scraped together q few hundred
pounds, and a daring mortgage transform
ed the slave Of cotton into one Of the lord
lings, made him master of a modest weav
ing shed with two hundred and fit!
looms. By the time Roger came Of age hi
father owned the largest concern in Shire
burn, whose shuttles, so the natives proud
~ tell you, turn out more cotton clOtl
than those Of any other town in the world
He counted his looms by the thousand an
his spindles by the tens Of thousands. Il
his own place he ranked in the cOttOl
sense, as lord Of lords.
Looking down from the circling hill
into the gigantic bowl across whose bril-
the town has now overlooked, he beheld a
it's mightiest atom the monstrous bloc
from which he helped to elOthe the werlC
ana was a~Dundantly satisfied Until ROge
9egan to carve his own destiny. The
doubt gripped him. For his creature b
desired Immortality, could not bear th
} thought that it might perish, and now
because OF his son-he was not sure.
Anxiety from this hour fed upOn unceI
tainty. Most. Of his days he spent in
state Of watchful suspense, his nights 1
brOoding. Patient remOnstrance being mC
BY impatient scOrn, he became bitterly CT
tlcaL. SO, along a hard road he travele
70 that day when he summoned his son {
his room at the mill. And Roger ClOughi
Ilrst words gave a clew to the manner {
their meeting.
els it very Important" he inquired AZ /
entered, dressed for the outer world in
Norfolk suit and cap. 81 was Just gOin
OFF with Burt for the day"
"Tha shOOtin' can wait" Stephen ClOuq
/. responded, calm but contemptuOus. &C
! mebbe it were fishin', or some sort
game WI a BALL or happen a wench. j.
never sure which comes first. SIT tn.
Ga Gown. ina can let play alone for a spe
Wen have business first-f0r once"
- Rarely was Roger thus addressed by h
father, and he was clearly surprised ar
"a disturbed he was. disconnected too, I
his fathers eyes, the way in which til.
seemed 70 be appraising him. uda
eNternals, he presented nothing to whi
- any man could a X exception. On q
4. contrary ne was all that q father cOu
,OL reason % expect 10 q pleasant name
Fe he added q finely built frame, clothes 60
rect % the point Of f~aetidiousness, ont
tplace certainly Ia the weaving shed or &