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tumorous flepartmcnt. Diplomacy.?"This is a pretty time to come home, I must say!" squealed the wife of a very good friend of ours no longer ago than Tuesday night, according to the Cleveland Plain Dealer. "And it's a fine condition you are in too! what have you to say for yourself!" "It was like tis, darling girl," enunciated our friend distinctly. "I asked you what you had to say for yourself!" "Well, gee whizz! You got me all mixed up now. I had a lot o' things to say, but when you jump on me that way, I can't think o' one of them." "Come into the house and don't make a spectacle of yourself.' * "Ah! Now you are getting all the evldenshe on your side! Ain't that Just like a woman? I could 'a made money outa the excuse I had fer not coming home tonight. Several of my friends said they was real lltrachoor. But they don't go with you. No, air. Tou nip genius in the bud, you spoil your own chances as the wife of a successful author?and for what? So to ruin me, you persist in petty annoyances to my comfort?you?" "Oh, darling!" she sobbed, melted to tears. "I didn't mean it. I didn't know I was doing all that. I only wanted to know why you were out so late!" "Well, now, that you know, I'll promise not to refer to it again if you will promise never to talk that way again." And darned if he didn't get away with it! Everybody Happy.?A vicar of a cer tain English parish was sitting in his study one morning when in burst the verger in a great state of excitement. "Mr. ?," mentioning the curate's name, "wants you at once, sir," he exclaimed. "He has married two couples and married the two men to the wrong women, and he does not know what to do." "Have they signed the register?" inquired the clergyman. "No," was the verger's response. "Then they can be married again," said the vicar. "Tell Mr. ? I will be at the church in a minute or two to perform the ceremony." "In due course the Incumbent made his way to the church and found the parties gathered at the entrance. Before he could say anything one of the bridegrooms approached and said: "We have been talking it over, sir, and we have made up our minds to remain as we are," and they did so. Whafs In a Placa??It was never a happy day for Sammy's painstaking father when his young hopeful's school report arrived at his Boston home. As for Sammy himself?well, he was a philosopher. The awful day had come once more, and father was in the lowest depths of misery. "Sammy, Sammy," he groaned, "why is it that you are at the bottom of your class again " "What does it matter, father, whether I am at the top or the bottom?" queried that wise youth. "They teach the same at both ends, you know." Tried It On Jones.?During the American civil war, Gen. Sedwlck had on his staff a very dull lieutenant, who seemed never to be able to do anything without making mistakes. One day a friend asked the general: "Why do you keep Jones on your staff? He seems to be a perfect dunce." "Do you know," replied Gen. Sedgwick, "Jones is one of the most useful members on my staff? Before I issue an order I always have Jones read it. If he can tell what it means I am sure that there can be no chance that anyone will misunderstand it." Cause of Ma's Displeasure.?Worn out by a long series of appalling French exercises, a helpless high school mistress declared her intention of writing to Florence's mother. Florence looked her teacher in the face. "Ma will be awful angry." "I am afraid she will, but it is my duty to write to her, Florence." "I don't know," said Florence, doubtfuly. "You see. mother always does my French for me."?St. Louis Globe- Democrat. Advice With Motive.?"I am much bothered," he said; "I can marry a wealthy widow whom I don't love or a poor girl that I do love Intensely. What shall I do?" "Listen to your heart," advised his companion, "and marry the one you love." "You are right, my friend. I shall marry the girl." "Then can you give me the widow's address?" ?t*'Visitor (comforting Tommy, who had upset a bottle of ink on the new carpet)?"Never mind, my boy; no use to cry over spilt milk." Tommy (lndlgnatly)?"Any dunce Tommy (indignantly)?"Any dunce spilled, all you have to do is to call the cat an' she'll lick it up cleaner"n anything. But this ain't milk, an' mother'll do the lickin', is what ails me." Set Right.?A stout old gentleman was having trouble with the telephone. He could hear nothing but a confused jumble of sounds, and finally he became so exasperated that he shouted Into the transmitter: "Who's the blithering idiot at the end of this line?" "He's not at this end," answered a cool feminine voice. Such Language.?"Mamma," exclaimed the little Boston girl in horrified tones, "please speak to brother Emerson. He's been playing with those common little boys round the corner again, and he's using dreadful language." "What's he saying?"' asked mamma. "He's splitting one infinitive after another!" A r.trafnl Rftu ?Wpnrv u'uu VPPV proud of the new kittens, and fetched them to show to the visitors, said a woman at the Woman's City club. His mother heard them coming along the hall, and. called out: "Don't hurt the kittens, Henry." "No, mother," came the reassuring answer, "I'm carrying them very carefully by the stems." Competition.?"Why did your sister drop her welfare work?" "While she was out trying to uplift the children of others another welfare worker came along and tried to uplift her children."?Louisville CourierJournal. I A/T*A/T^A/Tk A/t^A<TX A/t^A/" ? ^>T?J wVTy tSTVTSJ TVTuJ wVT The BOY Or a Member of ! By i4 5 i4 Z3 Copyright, 1915, by American Pre! /tva/TIA m.t./fkA /f>A?rkA AAAij f'iWT wTwv wTwT wt wv WT^T xvw\?n CHAPTER II. Sam found Bill Googe sitting on a box whittling. "Hello, Bill!" said Sam. "Networking these days?" "No; you bet I ain't," answered nMI ,,T *'* n' thnt durin' CrOP I X311I. X fe?v vi?vmo? v. time." "Well, what do you find around here?" asked Sam. "I never come to town except on business." "For one thing," Bill replied. "I'm here tryin' to make some kind of arrangements for supplies this year. Didn't make enough to quite settle up with old Jim Anderson, and he's cut me off. Lots o' times, though, us fellers come to town to git together and talk over our troubles. Misery loves comp'ny, you know, Sam. And sometimes we chip in and send off for a 'gallon of Old Crow. When a man gits a few swigs o' that under his belt, Sam, he Jes' forglts all about bein' so doggone poor and ornery." "Yes," said Sam, "and he makes a fool of himself and wastes his money, and after it's over with he feels worse and is poorer than he was before." Bill Googe was a peculiar kind of fellow. He was almost always in a good humor, and you could hardly say anything to make him mad. But he didn't like to work. According to Bill, it was always too wet or too dry. He spent most of his time fishing and hunting, and he was a fine companion to have along on such a trip. He could tell you more funny stories than you could possibly remember. In the locality where he lived there was rarely any lack of rain, but Bill would often sit down on a log and picture in glowing colors what he'd do if he was "fixed to irrigate." Bill had at one time owned the farm on which he now lived. But he got the fever "to go west." At last he found a man to buy him out, and he departed for the land where a man could live without working. He was gone about a year and came back "broke" and went on the farm he had left as a renter. All during the sunny days when the grass and weeds were flourishing and choking out the crops not a glimpse could you catch of Bill in the field, but you could hear the deep mouthed bay of his hound, Trailer, and the sullen boom of his muzzle loader off in the woods along the creek. Bill chuckled at Sam's remark. "But let that go," Sam continued. "I didn't come down here to preach. "What I want to know is this: Will you plow my field for me some time soon?" "What!" exclaimed Bill. "You ain't thinkin' of goln' back on that clay pile, air ye?" "Yes; that's what I am going to do." "Well, you're crazier than I thought you was. Wish I was away from out there; you wouldn't ketch me goin' back. How do you think you're goin' to make a livin' on that farm?" "I'm going to make it off the land, of course." "Don't you git no such fool idea into your head," Bill exclaimed with conviction. "Why, boy, that land won't sprout peaa." "It's going to do it anyway," replied Sam. "And more'n that, it's going to grow 'em after they're sprouted. And, besides that, it's going to raise some of the finest corn and cotton In this county." "You'll never do It," Bill asserted. "I know that land. You can't raise a disturbance on it" "Look here, Bill," said Sam, "you've been on the farm a long time, and I guess you've learned some things about the business, but one thing is certain, you don't know how to farm, and the proof of it is that you don't raise good crops." "Ain't nobody goln* to raise good crops when it's too dry or too wet. You got to have things right." "No; that's not the trouble. Good crops can be raised with the seasons Just as they are. And I don't knowmuch about farming, but I'm going to show you how to do the trick better than it's been done in the neighborhood." "Where'd you learn so much. I'd like to know?" Bill inquired in an amused tone. "I learned it from books and from men that know how to farm." Bill Googe slapped his thigh and laughed merrily. "Gee. but that's a good one!" he said, "I wish Miles Fagan could hear that." "he'll hear me say it. all right," Sam replied. "But I'm not going to argue with you fellows. I'm going to prove it. And, now, what about the plowing? You didn't tell me whether you'd do it?" "Sure I'll do it. I ain't got nothing else to do." "I thought maybe you'd want to do your own plowing." "No. I never fool with that till spring. I believe in letin' the land rest. Sometimes I don't plow it at all ?jes* streak it off and plant it." "Well, I want this land plowed deep and when I say deep I mean deep. How much will you charge to do the work that way?" "Let me see. You want the whole field plowed?" "Yes, all of it." "Well, that stumpy acre will be pretty knotty." "Don't figure on that. I'm going to have the stumps out. I heard father say that a man couldn't be religious and cultivate a stumpy field. I believe he was pretty near right. A fellow's going to blow them out for me with dynamite." "Plow 'em out with dynamite! By jac ks. I didn't think there was no way to git up a stump except to break your back and grub it up. Would $20 be loo much for that work, Sam?" 'No, I'm willing to pay that. I'll l' t you know as soon as I've got the land ready for you to go to work. What'U you take for the manure in your lot?" "Oh. you won't find much there, I reckon. You can have it if you'll haul it off." "All right. I'll be after it." Sam left Bill Oooge and went down to see the owner of a livery stable. "Want to hire somebody to haul that manure off?" asked Sam, point- { ing to a large pile that had been rak r\ A/TV A/Tv A/TiA/fi A/Tl A/TX J,/1 jj wTw TtS'Tw TwTvP TTa/I w TWTu; ^2 FARMER the Corn Club. 'A TRICK & Association. mxAA mAAA AAAA JiA/TiA <f>A/t^A /TIJ WTwT wvo?T wVwV WxXTV WTX7V ed up at the back of the stable. "Well, don't know exactly," said the man, figuring to drive a bargain. "If you'll do it reasonable I might make a deal with you. How much a load will you haul it for?" "I'm going to school," Sam told him, "and don't have any time except afternoons after school, but if you'll let me do the work along as I have time, I'll haul it for 25 cents a load." "Well. I'll Just take you on that, bud. I've been paying 50 cents and it's too much. I don't care when you haul it, just so as you keep most of it out of the way." "All right," said Sam. "I'll be after a load tomorrow afternoon and another next Monday." Sam Powell hurried home, delighted with his arrangements. He greased the one horse wagon, mended the harness and got everything in readiness for work. That night he told his mother and sister about his plans. "That land is mighty poor," he snid "hut I'm srolne to make it grow something. I'll get 25 cents a load for hauling manure from a stable down town, and I'm going to put every load of it on our farm. I'll tell you how I'm going to manage it. I'll go down and load up one evening and drive home with It; then the next evening I'll haul it to the farm. That'll be three loads a week from town, and on Saturdays I'll haul manure from Bill Googe's or ashes from the gin." "I didn't know ashes were good for land," said Mrs. Powell. "Wood ashes are fine," Sam explained. "They burn wood at the gin and there's a little mountain of ashes there. Mr. Burton, the owner, gave them to me. Some of these days it won't be so easy to get fertilizer for nothing. They don't know what it's worth now." "Oh, I'm so anxious to get out to the old home again!" exclaimed Florence. "When do you think we'll move, Sam?" "I expect It will be in March or the 1st of April," was the reply. "I do hate for you and Florence to miss any of the school," said Mrs. Powell. "I'd forgotten to tell you, mother," said her son, "that school will be out in April. We'll miss only a week or two. They have to cut the session short because they've run out of money to pay the teachers." "Well, that's not so bad," Mrs. Powell reflected. "Although you miss school, just the same, it really can't be helped." The next day being Friday, Sam went down to the stable after school hours and hauled the flrst load of manure home so as to be in readiness to drive to the farm next morning with his companions, who were to be on hand at the appointed hour. Early Saturday morning the boys? Fred, Joe and Andrew?were on hand at the appointed hour. Sam soon had the horse hitched to the loaded wagon and the four boys rolled away over the gravelly road to the farm. In an hour's time they had reached their destination, and the horse was unharnessed and turned loose to graze in the field. Sam found the farm in a worse condition than he had expected ana ne naa expeciea 11 10 ue oau. oners and bushes and tall grass grew thick along the rail fence all around the field. Here and there next to the ground rails had rotted and allowed hogs to come in and go out at will. The last tenants hadn't taken any trouble to mend these gaps, and the hogs that ran outside had destroyed a part of the crops for two or three years. "My! There's certainly some work to do here!" remarked Sam. "What's to do?" Fred Martin asked. "For the first thing," Sam replied, "this fence row is to clean out, and then I'll have to cut some poles to put in the place of those rotten rails." "Let me and Joe cut the poles," said Fred, "while you and Andrew clean out the fence row. Where's the ax. and how long must the poles be?" "Go ahead, Fred, you and Joe," broke In Andrew, smiling. "We know you don't like the looks of these briers and bushes, but we'll not kick." "You'll find the ax In the wagon," said Sam, "and you can cut the poles the same length as the fence rails. I think they're about ten feet long." When Fred and Joe had gone down in the woods, Sam brodght a brier hook and a sharp grubbing hoe with which to begin work on the tangled mass alohg the fence. "My," he exclaimed, "but that's going to be a woolly Job! Those boys had an eye to business, Andrew, when they took the chopping. It does seem like there ought to be some easier and quicker way of doing it than this." "How long do you think it will take us?" asked Andrew. "Well, I did think at first," replied Sam, "that it wouldn't take long. But now, since I've had a second look at it, I think we won't more than get darted good today." "If we could burn it out first," suggested Andrew, "it wouldn't be nearly so bad." "No, but we'd burn up the fence." "Couldn't we follow along with water and put out the rails when they caught fire?" "Good for you, Andrew!" Sam exclaimed. "That's the very idea. The fire will burn up nearly all the bushes and briers and kill all the boll weevils and other Insects that are wintering in there at the same time. That's why fence rows ought not to grow up like this. Insects live in there in winter and come out to work on the crops in summer." "Well, let's get the water and start our fire. I'm anxious to see how it works," said Andrew. "I have two barrels up at the house," Sam explained. "We'll unload the wagon and go up and haul them down full of water." The horse was harnessed again, the manure scattered and the boys were soon back with two barrels of water and a bucket.* The Are was started and allowed to burn only In one direction?the way the wind carried it. Sam followed close behind with the bucket and poured water on the rails that now and then took fire. Andrew drove the wagon alongside and refilled the bucket from the barrels for Sam. Once the flre got well started It burned rapidly and In a very short while It had gone entirely around the field. Nothing remained of the matted tangle except a few charred bushes and coarse briers. Taking the brier j hook and the grubbing hoe, Sam and i Andrew had these down in less than J | an hour. I "Well, that Job's done," Sam ex claimed when they had finished, "and j it wasn't half as hard as I thought It 1 ' was going to be." "If we hadn't figured out a new " J way to do it, though, it would have been hard enough," said Andrew, "Yes," Sam agreed, "we've saved a lot of hard work there by using our minds a little. It doesn't pay to work without thinking, and I'm going to mix a little of it with my work from now on. Let's drive down after a load of poles and see how the choppers are getting along." "Hello, there!" yelled Fred Martin when he saw Sam and his companion driving up. "You haven't deserted that Job, have you?" "No," the two replied in unison, "of course we haven't deserted it. We finished it, that's all, and now we're down after some poles." "Aw, get out!" the two choppers scoffed. "Don't tell ua you've cleared out that streak of briers. Why, a rabbit couldn't get through it." "No," admitted Sam, "we didn't clear quite all of it ourselves, but what we didn't the fire did." "Oh, you burned it, did you?" "Sure, we put the fire to it, and the rats and rabbits had to hunt a new country." "Well," Joe Watson remarked, "we have got the poles for you?about forty of them." "Forty! My, but you must have been working," Sam congratulated. "Forty will be enough to mend the fence, I think." When it came to mending the fence Sam had real reason to be glad that his comrades had come with him. By himself he would have been forced to tear down a panel of fence wherever a rotten rail was to be replaced. With help, though, it was the work of only a minute to pry up the corners and put in a new pole. By noon the fence had been mended all around and the boys retired to a grove of walnut trees near the branch to eat their lunches. "That's job No. 2 done," said Sam when they were seated, "and goodness knows how long it would have taken me to do it if you boys hadn't come along." "Well It wasn't verv hnpd wnrlr " ? replied Fred Martin; "Just enough exercise in it to give us a good appetite. If you don't believe it Just watch what we do to this bacon and corn bread and these onions." "My, but they taste good," said Andrew, with his mouth full. "It's strange, but I couldn't eat these at home, and now there's not going to be enough of it for me." (To be Continued). TOLD BY LOCAL EXCHANGES. (Continued from Page One.) This about doubles the business of the local office. * * Gastonia Gazette, March 5: Mr. G. R. Grice and Miss Lela Rudlsill, both of Gastonia, were quietly married Wednesday night at the home of the groom's brother-in-law, Mr. John A. Gardner, in Charlotte. Only a very few of the most intimate friends of the contracting parties knew that the marriage was to take place and consequently the announcement will be the occasion of surprise to a large number of friends of both persons here and elsewhere. The ceremony was performed by Dr. W. M. Vines, pastor of the First Baptist church of Charlotte, in the presence of a few friends Mr and Mrs. R. D. Craver and Mr. Harry Jenkins left on No. 37 for Universal City, near Los Angeles, Cal., where they will spend some time. They will go by way of Chicago and will Join there tomorrow a party of moving picture theatre managers and others connected with the movie business, who will go to Universal City on a special chartered train. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Rockett have the sympathy of a large number of friends in the sorrow which has come to them through the death of their little son, Delma, aged eight years and eight months. He died Wednesday morning at 4 o'clock at the North Carolina school for the feeble minded at Kinston as the result of injuries sustained a day or two previous when he was accidentally scalded. The body was brought home on No. 43 Wednesday night and was tenderly laid to rest in Hollywood cemetery yesterday morning, following funeral services conducted at 10 e o'clock at Main Street Methodist i phurph hv th#? nn stnr Pav M M t Jordan. When four and a half years t old, Delma suffered an attack of I meningitis which left his mind In a t feeble condition. Five we?ks ago his a father took him to the state institu- c tion at Kinston In the hope that the t treatment there would prove bene- i flcial. The little fellow's death is ren- c dered all the sadder because of the a fact that Mr. Rockett had planned to go to Kinston Sunday and bring him t home Word has been received by f relatives here of the death of Mr. J. D. i Hovis of Nevada, Mo., which occur- f red early Sunday morning at the state r hospital for the insane at that place, f Some three weeks ago Mr. Hovis, who r was 82 years of age, went suddenly in- t sane. He was not violent, but lost o his mind entirely and was taken to the a state hospital at Nevada, near which a town he had lived for many years, v Mr. Hovis is survived by his widow, s who is the eldest sister of Esq. Thos. f H. White of this city, and two sons, c Mr. R. L. Hovis of Memphis, Tenn., a and Mr. Miller Hovis of Kansas City, 1' Mo., The deceased was an uncle of \ Mr. Frank Hovis of this city and Prof. I S. B. Hovis of McAdenville. He left s Gaston county thirty years ago or t more. He was one of seven brothers. of whom three, Martin, George and s Mike, deceased, were residents of this t county. He was born and reared in l the Long Creek neighborhood and is c remembered by many of the older c citizens as a man of excellent traits r of character. r . 1 i*#" Wild animals work great havoc in ^ India's wheatflelds. t X-r-' What is said to have been the j first sucessful electric automobile, r built in 1893, has been placed In a t New York museum. 9 HOW TO HANDLE COTTON j i (Continued from Page One.) ? ( (ore in the history of the state. There i is noc enough wheat planted to make i ill tne nour that will be needed tor < soutn Carolina, but there is an enor- 1 mous crop of oats, and we have the i jnance to supplement the wheat crop i witn corn, and plenty of corn means 1 plenty oi meat and lard, i am giad mat even the farmers of Marlboro ) county are going to snow more good ludgment in the use of fertilizers this j year than they have ever before. 1 i nave seen more compost piles during | me past six weeks than since I was a < boy, and if the price of cotton stays i uown?and sometimes 1 hope it will i even go lower until after the June i acreage report?our people next fall I will be in a position to warehouse their 1 cotton and demand a price for it. It i nas been a very difficult thing- to hold cotton with the market price of it running from 6 to 71-2 centB, be- 1 :ause tne borrowing power of a bale { >f cotton depends upon its market ( price. But it you ever get cotton up to ten or twelve cents a pound, and can then borrow within two cents a ( pound of the market price, you can set liiteen to twenty cents a pound for .ne crop?and it is going to take big prices to tide us over tne losses or 1914. There Is another thing: Under the ild banking system all the reserve noney of tne country was concentrate id in New York city, and the local canks all had. to go to New York to jorrow their money, and they could lot get extensions, because New York was determined that cotton should be iold abroad for gold, in order to mainaln their supremacy in the financial world. The new currency law decentralizes that vast power, and the country is now divided up into twelve listrict8, with a regional reserve bank n each of these districts. These -egional reserve banks will discount l tanner's note, secured by a state warehouse receipt, for six months, md it can be renewed for another six months. The only trouble about his is that it absolutely places the formers in the hands of the local lanks which are members of the h'ederal reserve system. The act of congress goes so far as to say that paper of that sort can be accepted iitner with or without the endorsenent of a member bank, but can only le presented through the bank, but inder the rulings of the board, they cave steadfastly refused to accept any igncultural paper not endorsed by a nember bank. Now, in order to get ;he full advantage of the new currency aw, it is absolutely necessary that the armers have a banking system thor>ughly in sympathy with them. "What ne warehouse system needs to make t a complete success is a chain of >anks?farmers' banks?to handle this tgricultural paper. There are too nany banks at present in South Carolna so completely under the domlna,ion yet of the New York banks, that hey are unwilling to do it. When the emergency currency was issued under ;he Aldrich-Vreeland act last fall, iccording to the secretary of the treas- 1 try, it was issued to the banks for the 1 in rnnon r\t anohllno thom tn allnnr * .heir customers to hold their cotton, t was let out to the banks at three >er cent, and in a great many cases vas used, not for advances to farmers, to enable them to hold their coton, but to pay up the debts of the >anks to New York, thereby defeatng the very purpose that the secretary >f the treasury had in view. The New fork banks did everything In their lower to nullify the efforts of Mr. dcAdoo, and the money which he iBiued, found its way back into the <ew York banks to still further itrengthen them, when, as a matter of 'act, the only thing that would reieve the situation was to increase the >rice of our export products and irlng in this fresh money from abroad. 1 would like to see, in this state, a >ank in Columbia, with its capital ttock owned by the farmers of this itate. If every cotton county in this itate would get men who would put in [1,000 apiece, or twenty men who vould put in $500 apiece, it would give t a capital stock of $500,000. Then if ivery one of the stockholders, and everyone whom they could influence, vnen their cotton was sold, or when hey borrowed money on the receipts, vould deposit it in that bank, it can -eadily be seen that the deposits vould make it the strongest banking nstitution in South Carolina, and it :ould handle the state warehouse re:eipts?everyone of them?and get rou the money from the Richmond >ank, or other Federal reserve banks, it 4 1-2 to 5 per cent Interest. What the farmers of this state need o realize, first of all, is that it is the :otton which they make that forms the >asis of the entire banking system of South Carolina. You furnish the :redits that gives South Carolina her ilace, and yet your credit, under the lational banking system, under the iresent currency system, is confiscated ind made a property of the banks in his state, and while the money which hey get upon credit, created by you, s doled out to you at 8 per cent dls- * :ount. We create the credit; why not >rganize and use it ourselves? It is lot only because of high storage rates hat the farmers have not heretofore >een holding their cotton for its full ralue, but it is the high interest that s eating us up. And one of the vorst things about the whole situation s that the men who are the least able o pay interest are the ones who are sharged the highest rate. A man with lome standing in the financial world vill borrow money at from six to sight per cent, but you know that hese people who have to borrow $50, 100 or $200, are charged from ten to wenty per cent on loans of that charicter. I know plenty of them. The inly remedy for it is to create a sysem where a pound of cotton is the mit of credit, and where a bale of :otton in one man's hands is as good is it is in another man's hands. Reviewing the state warehouse sys- t em, in this connection, I realize the t act that there are some who oppose c t on principles. They hold that the c >urpose of the government should be r estricted to the mere exercise of the l unctions of governing, and they I aise the cry of "paternalism" about I he state warehouse or anything else c f that kind. For a long time that was 1 .ccepted as a fundamental doctrine, c ,nd I have no criticism of any man s vho has opposed the state warehouse ystem because he adheres to that oldashioned principle. But times have hanged and government has gone into .11 kinds of enterprises. We have seen t in South Carolina go into the vhisky business. We have seen the federal government last year send a hip, with $2,500,000 in gold on it, to ring tourists home from England. Ve have seen the British government, ince this war started, valorize coton in Egypt and India, by offering to end the cotton planter the equivalent if eight cents per pound, or buying :otton from him at ten cents per tound. We find that Germany has lationalized the potash industry, and lolds the balance of the world, and specially the south, in tribute to it. Ve hear it now seriously argued that he government should take charge of elegraph, telephone and railroad Ines, and other public utilities. It uns a parcel post and postal savings tank. We see towns and cities of this tate running electric lighting plants Hi Bl and water works for the benefit ol their citizens and on every hand it has become a recognized principle that the government should do for the people what they are unable to do foi themselves. We have tried for twentyfive years to organize a warehouse system and to develop a proper method of handling and marketing our cotton, and in the very nature of the :ase it is something that it is impossible to do without government aid. We have seen Brazil go into the coffee business and raise the price froir four cents a pound to twenty-five I will say to these good, old-fashioned Democrats, for whon I have the utmost respect, that whethei they like it or not, governments everywhere are seeking to curb the strong and protect the weak, and, for weal or woe, our salvation is to be worked out through these meanB. Some call It socialism. I say. No. it is nothing t?ut justice; it is trying to equalize between the corporate interests and the Individuals. In the fierce race of life what chance have the individual farmers ?20,000,000 of them?scattered over thirteen states?against th< combined brains and the money of th< world. The cotton crop of the south h our greatest national asset, and the conservation of Its profits (to those who produce) demands the attentlor of our wisest statesmanship. It is not only a function, but a solemn dutj to every southern state, to do foi the cotton farmers, that which thej are unable to do for themselves. Senator McLaurin, then discussed the question of selling direct to foreign mills where the price of cottor is fixed, and referred to the enormoui profits made this year buying sIj cent cotton and selling it at 20 to 2E cents in Europe. He said the legislature was so busy abusing him, thai after extending his power to makt these sales, they must have forgotten, that it took money to go tc Europe, as they did not give him e cent. "The farmer is always expected however to 'make bricks withou' straw.'" I have been identified for more than twenty-five years with everj farmers' organization that has beer In exlstance, and I am struck witli erne singular fact?the newspapers the press, and all classes of societj unite in encouraging the farmers tc organize, and there is now going or el propaganda by the government foi the benefit of the farmers; and yel when we propose & concrete and practical plan of reform, these same have always arrayed themselves in bittei opposition to whatever is attempted So long as it is confined to mere talk they approve, but that talk crystallizes into action, then the fight begins. The reason of this is very plain If one of us was engaged in some line of business where our profits depended upon the manipulation of th< products, of the soil, we would oppose any change which interfered. If there is any one class of men ir the United States whom I honor and respect, above all others, it is the mer that for 25 or 30 years have stood al the head of these farmers' organization and fought the fight without reward and without the hope of reward. Take the early days of the Alliance, with such men as Polk Macune, Peffer, Sockless Jerry Simson, and Tom Watson of Georgia ind think of the ridicule and abuse under which they were either driver from public life or put in theii graves. And yet what was it that thej were advocating, except the pollclee which have now become a part of the platform of every political party thai 8 striving for success? The state warehouse bill in South Carolina, Louisiana and Texas, and the Federal warehouse bill that congress has Jusl passed, and which has been signed jy a Democratic president?where lid the thought underlying these great measures come from, except from the hated and despised subEreasury plan of the Alliance? What was that? Nothing in the world except that this government should lend money upon standard agricul:ural products to the farmers of this country. And what is this new cur ency law except a step in that direction? Here we have the secretary >f the treasury saying that warenouse receipts for cotton shall be accepted for discount at four and onelalf per cent. All that you would have to do to make it the sub-treajury plan of the Alliance would be :o cut out the member bank that stands between you and the government in Washington, and if you will jend to congress true representatives hf the agricultural interests of this country you will soon see that barrier removed and money issued direct to :he people on the products of the soil. Why, when war broke out, and the cry was raised that there would be no market for cotton, who was it in this country that met together and offered us the only practical plan of -elief? It was the Farmers' Union :hat met in Dallas, Texas, and sent i committee, headed by the president >f the South Carolina state Farmers' Union, Mr. Dabbs, to Washington, tc nsist that it was the duty of the rreasury Department of the United States to come to the relief of the cotton planters of the south. There ,vas nothing else that they could have ione which would mave been absoutely effective. How quick again was he same old cry raised against Bar ett. Dabbs and others, that we heard :wenty-flve years ago about Polk, Viacune, and Ben Terrell. It was delounced as the rankest socialism. \nd yet what do we find? The great inanciers of this country, take the British government as their model n financial affairs?and what did England do? Why, she did, to protect he cotton planters of Egypt and [ndia, exactly what Dabbs and Barrett were trying to get this Federal jovernment to do for the cotton >lanters of the south. Just as soon as var was declared, the British government, by ruling from the chan:ellor of the exchequer, told the coton planters of Egypt and India that he government would lend them vhat would be the equivalent of eight ;ents a pound for American cotton, ir if they preferred, the governnent would give them ten cents a >ound and buy the cotton. Now, if England could do that for the cotton ilanters of Egypt and India, why iould not the Federal government lave done it for the cotton'planters if the south? It has been demonitrated by the irresistible logic of svents that cotton is worth today on he continent of Europe from 16 to 15 cents a pound, and 12,000,000 >alcs has been taken from us at from i to 8 cents. But our government did lot do that We did not have men.in congress who had the nerve and the ourage to back up Mr. Dabbs, Mr. larrett, and the committee that went here at their own expense to make his light for the farmers of the outh, and the newspapers of the louth, instead of backing them up, >elittled the effort in every way they >ossibly could. No; if the farmers of his state could borrow money as a natter of right on their cotton, or f they would render it possible for ;otton in state warehouses to be sold lirect to the mill, the army of people itanding there and taking toll from 'our labor and from mint, and cryng down the warehouse system or inything else that we undertake, vould be cut off from their rewards, nstead of aiding and holding movenent, the only thing that could have C WHITE Shoes be Black, White or Tant Won't Come Off on the Clothes i "Easy-Opening" Box, 10c I I rv r.rt I Tn DMIII I n U V u put up the price of cotton, some with the best Intentions in the world, but misled by subsidized newspapers, start a buy-a-bale movement, in order to supply the cotton mills with cdtton at six cents a pound, anything to make us turn loose. I want to tell you right now that I have no sympathy with this cry. > "keep it out of politics." I have had, - personally, all the politics that I want, but I want to tell you that you > will never get your rights until you i elect men to the office, from the presl. dent of the United States down, who are In hearty sympathy with this ef> fort of the farrfters to hold their cot' ton and to obtain loans on It direct from the government, and to make sales direct to the mills. It is the only 1 way that you can ever accomplish I anything. The only way you can ever I make your power felt is through f your voters. And I would like to know why Dabbs, myself, or any other man i that Is lending this movement, should , be attacked because of political aml bitions. Why is politics open to every lawyer and banker, but closed to a leaders of a farmer's organization? Why, it was put up to me squarely in this fight over the warehouse bill, that I ought to come out and make the statement that I never expected to go into politics, and I refused, and I will continue to refuse to make any such cowardly statement as that. I will do anything in my power that is honest and honorable to aid the farmers of South Carolina, and of the other southern states, and I am not going to be driven from that position by the attacks of politicians and newspapers. Twenty years ago wheat was selling at 40 cents a bushel, and corn at 10 cents a bushel, in the west. In Kansas they were actually using corn for fuel. That whole western country was in debt, and plastered with mortgages. But the farmers of the west had more continuity of purpose than the farmers of the south. They organized through their Farmers' Union, and by acting together these great grain elevators were established, with banks that would use the receipts for the wheat and other products which they had on storage, and in that way they got in control of the situation, and made the banks, instead of their masters, mere channels for the distribution of money what they should be. The interest rates have been lowered, and the western farmer never sells the products of his land unless it shows a fair profit What better object lesson do we need as to what can be accomplished through organization, than we have ' in that? Go to Kansas, Nebraska, ! Ohio, and all of these western state#, . and contrast the condition of the farmers there with the condition of the \ farmers in South Carolina. Now, I am often asked the ques5 tion about the cotton exchanges, s whether they are harmful or of benefit I say most unhesitatingly that as t administered at present, they conI of Unto nne nf the ffrentent hurriens l I that rest upon the farmers of the t South. But in the regulation of those exchanges they are proceeding, in my judgment, upon an entirely false the ory. It is just like all the other leg; lslation that has been proposed for , the benefit of the farmer?instead of going to the root of the matter and , proposing a measure of real relief, i they proceed upon the line of doing i something to placate and to keep the - farmer satisfied and quiet, without r Interfering with the profits of those I who are thriving at his expense. The > theory of the cotton exchange is ent tirely correct It is the practice that > is pernicius. It proceeds upon the idea , that by permitting future sales you i can distribute a twelve-months sup; ply of cotton over the twelve months. [ But you must remember that there ? are two kinds of cotton?visible coti ton that must pay storage charges . and insurance, and the invisible cot ton upon which they speculate, run: nlng in the New York Cotton Exchange alone to one hundred and I fifty or two hundred million bales a year. The total amount of this i speculative, or paper cotton, as I call . it, In Liverpool, Bremen, New York, . New Orleans, and the smaller ex' changes, amounts to hundreds of millions of bales. Well, now, any man of common sense must realise the fact that if this speculative cotton is based upon the actual cotton which is to be carried for consumption at the mills over the 12 months; that the actual cotton has to pay the carrying charges that you put upon a bale , of cotton, whether it is freight, comi missions or charges, comes right back i to the actual spot cotton Itself, and is paid by the man who produces it. It is i not paid by the consumer. Therefore, and regulation of the exchange that i does not make the invisible cotton pay i its proportion of the carrying charges i on the visible cotton Is at the expense of the producers of cotton all over ; this country, whether that exchange i is in New York, Liverpool, or elsewhere. Now, there is but one way in which that can be corrected, and that is the Imposition of a tax on every > sale for the future delivery of cotton, i and for the money arising from that tax to be used in lessening the cari rying charges on the actual cotton, i I drew a bill at the request of Senator i Tillman nearly two years ago, which embodies that principle, and I don't i care what they do, the thing will never be adjusted to the advantage | of the farmers until some such legis, lation as that is passed by congress. In that bill it is provided that cotton , to be delivered on contract, where the . delivery is in a cotton-producing state, is exempt from the tax, and that every contract, where the delivery is in a non-cotton state, is subject to the tax. Now, that would mean, my friends, that the surplus cotton of the south would be carried in the state where it was produced, and that in that way, the surplus ; cotton, which is used always to depress the price, would be held at home, and only let loose as there was an actual demand for it. There can I be no solution of the cotton question which does not Involve the producers of cotton, or their friends, carrying the surplus, because If the consumers of cotton and their friends carry the surplus, they can at any time, by throwing It on the market, depress the price of cotton which has not [ Beautiful PRESE SAVE THE OOl OUR FAMOUS ? Luziann WRIT P. 0. BOX No. 47; FOR CATALOGUE DESCR WHICH CAN BE HAD FOI LUZIANNE Coffee h __. been sold. And there is no way on earth of carrying the surplus except through an effective and comprehensive state warehouse system. The people of Texas have at last become | convinced of the fact, and they have inaugurated the state system. We have done so in South Carolina, and as small as is our beginning, the farmers of this state must stand together as a man and support this effort, by electing members of the 4 Legislature who are In sympathy with its developement. That is why I am here today, my friends. I want nothing from you. There is nothing that you can do for me except to give me your confidence and support, so that I can, in protecting my own interests as a land owner and a cotton planter, protect yours and your children's. Danger Teaches Them 8enee,?War, says a London dispatch, has struck a blow at both military smartness and military picturesqueness. These two features, which distinguished Euro pean wars or tna past, are now yieiaing to the practical. 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