The Dickenson County herald. [volume] (Clintwood, Va.) 1927-1930, 1930-01-16

long as they remain on this work.
am the strutting figurehead OF finan.
cial monarchy hate that pit down
there. hate the millions going into
1t. take no pride in what seems to
thrill you all If filed my proper
place would he among the men dig.
gin2 and messing myself with clay
earning my six dollars day. But
I'm here instead. | do not have to
succeed simply because | cannot fail.
My fathers millions attend to that.
The millions cannot Lose They are
all-powerful next TO the Lord Jehovah.
They get you and hold you, and you
cannot break away My father has
never got away from them for days
play in his life. And they've got me.
hate them, but that doesn't help.
No matter where go they follow me,
haunt me, tie me hand and foot,
grimace at me. and mock ME. Some
times have had terrible thought.
| would like to see those millions
shrive up and die. would like to
feel the necessities of life with my
naked hands. would like to feel the
joy of knowing that | had to work or
go hungry. What thrill that must
give one!''
He turned toward Derwent again,
trying to stem the tide of his emo
ton with SMILE
pardon me- It's gloomy day and
feel like raving. But did love that
OLE riv tpn ont int
ribbons If my father would head his
millions the other way and save such
things instead Of destroying them,
I'd be quite happy. AS II is, suppose
must carry on until the id things
finished"
"You owe Yourself an apology" Der
went demonstrated. pocketing his pipe.
'"The engineers and your fathers
money are making the job success, of
course. But do you ever think of
morale? That's big thing, mighty
big thing And II is what you nave
kept alive in the camps up and down
the river for the last three years.
You're too serious, you don't laugh
enough. you don't Join much In our
parties and excitements, but people
like you That is whit pulls the trick.
| Even the old heads, the engineers who
| worked in Egypt and Panama, love to
| be with you There isn't Jealous
man in the workings. To have made
| that condition possible is an achieve
| ment which makes you the most valu
| able human asset in the organization.
at is good of you to say that" ac-
knowledged Paul. Funny why
| should feel so strangely out of humor
today. | think Carla'a mother is get
ting on my nerves. Have you seen her
recently?"
"This morning"
"And you still insist there is no
hope?"
positively. | had Doctor Thied-
mere come up from Quebec, as you re-
| quested. He gives her even less time
| than l. Doctor Rollins agrees With
| him. 1t cant be more than three OF
four months, think. Mrs. Hadan|
knows she is going to die and talks to]
us very calmly about it. She isn't
| afraid. The thought of it doesn't seem
| to cast shadow over her motheriy
sweetness. She is keeping herself
| that way for Carla's sake. If it were
not for Carla the thing wouldn't be
| such tragedy"
81 know It's Carla," said Paul.
Sudden sickness and death, like my
own mothers isn't so terrible. But
seeing it coming, waiting for 1t,
| counting the days and weeks-must be
horrible Carla Is losing everything
she has when her mother goes. I'm
wondering what she will do"
go on working among the children.
| She told my wife that yesterday.
When the company's school closes here
she will find another cannot I'M
| derstand her-quite. She Ii lovlier
| than Hebe, and so lovable that half
| the men l know worship her. Yet she
favors one no more than another. She
| is twenty-five. Lucy-Belle says They
| like each other and have had their
condolences. Lucy-Belle says there is
a love affair in Carla's life a broken
one, which makes II impossible for
Carla to love any other man or marry.
Carla told her that"
Paul looked out OF the window
again, with his back to Derwent.
"What rotter ! am to blow up as
| did few minutes ago." he ex-
claimed. "But was thinking of Carla
and the obstinacy of life. Mine has
been one way. Carla's another | was
born rich; she came over an immi-
grant baby. did nothing but grow
up; she fought with the pertinacity of
her race for an education after her
father died, got it, and has been fight
Ing for her own and her mothers ex-
istence ever since. Pm a man. She's
woman. | stand here and sympa-
thize with myself and curse my luck
for being what l am while she bears
up like soldier under her burdens.
saw her this morning. 1t was wet,
soggy. gloomy, but she smiled. The
sadness of oil the world Is back of
that smile. but it doesn't spoil its
sweetness or its cheer. She makes