The Pickens sentinel-journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1909-1911, February 02, 1911, Image 6

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8a10ou Not All Drink Merchants Black erH10R as Painted By SAM IBURNS HE saloonkeeper of tradition, as pictured by the average tem perance lecturer, is a coarse person who sends his victims down death, doom and perdition by dispensing rum, not to mention the more popular mixed drinks, which, by the way, the lec turers never mention. That saloonkeeper of storied reputation merely sends his prey te'the brink for the purpose of gloating over his evil victories. He doesn't apply strict business principles to the sinful work, as one drink merchant recently was alleged to do. At the bar of this man's place two customers leaned one Yno long ago. One was a transient. The other dropped in every other ay or so and presumed to address the proprietor by his familiar handle "Bi." As they stood there a miserable looking fellow shuffles in. He most collapsed against the bar and pleaded faintly for a diink. A search his pockets disclosed no coins. The barkeeper looked at him for a e, then turned about and poured out a finger of fiery concoction. iiimal specimen gulped it eagerly, murmured "thanks," and ed out. ee that poor fellow that just went out," whispered the more or egular customer to the transient. "On his last legs, isn't he? Well, would you believe it, that man was sent to the bad by liquor bought here. The proprietor knew that he wasn't going to last long, so he went and secured an insurance policy on him. What do you think of that? The old boy can have as many drinks as he wants and the saloonkeeper pays the premiums. When the poor fellow dies Bill is going to make a profit on his ddath. There's a keen business sense for you!" All this was shocking to the transient. The regular customer de partedrbut the other remained, determined to make an investigation. He called to the barkeeper. "Sav," he called. "What is the-name of that old wreck who was in here a few minutes ago?" "His name?" said the man behind the apron, plainly puzzled. "How should I know his name?" "Isn't he an old customer of yours?" demanded the visitor. "I should say not," declared the barkeep. "It's the first time I ever saw him in my life, and I've lived in this neighborhood twenty-one years. I took pity on the old scout and poured him out one to send him along. The drink mixer's air was convincing. The vis itor departed brooding on the beautiful sermon that had been knocked to splinters. As I am a native of France my declar ing it to be God's country will be pardoned. I am thinking of the beauty of the land and the thrift of the people. Not long ee I'wa~s ofeitere afndnmade s~me study f labor conditions. and ThfIn France and Germany the state inter venes between the employer and his work ~ ieopi ~men and the rights and obligations of both are clearly defined. They must also be strictly lived up to on pain of official dis By S. CASPARIS pleasure. If a French laborer does not show up for work on any day he must sub sequently present his doctor's certificate to ion that he was physically unable. Trhe employer cannot discharge his *en peremptorily, but must give notice a good way in advance. These things make for permanence and stability of mdustrial opera ion and they look good, but I am a true American citizen and would not !dke to see such a status in this laud. Our orkn~mn under such a regime could become as servile as ~E'roea~Sand content to be only workingmen all their lives as they are ucropstens im croher su ror efficiency is due to their greater manliness and inde - ~(1flc action and thought. nendence wageearners are not now getting sufficient remuneration '' ~i ti.Their wages, in view of the enormous advance in te cost 1 ig ncesitisare pitifully inadequate. ing nciian do more than live on $1.50 a day, with a family to Hpotwi a profound mystery. ie can never hope to save enough to supp o, Mes holin salaried clerical positions are even worse off, fory uhome. ep up a certain style and maintain an appearance of pros-. The dic itv of domestic service will be revived just so soon as the housewives learn the much-neglected lesson that the girl who Reviveworks in the home is not a menial and Didniy of should not be treated as such. Why is it that a well-to-do wife may per DomestiC form her household '>itics wiithout lowering her dignity, while when the same work is Servi done by a so-called servant it is considered moenial labor? And the servant must enter Si'cJ by the rear door even though it be necessary t'i th2 A A DRESCH to walk through an alley or a dark cellar. fltUk i~I .And, if she be allowed company, she must entertain them in the kitchen. dia a'i~"~ hv this distinction? Arc we not all servants? "No man ~tn n~ ~ msl. We are all dependent upon some one else, from the ni. peddler to the most prosperous business man. s 9 no he same respect shown to the girl who does housework .i'M~e girl T1>ehis has always ben a mystery to me and no doubt - rs.an intelligent, capable girls who realize that the wages ~ ke mand, and that the work is not so nerve-racking as in rx stre.g s orzealso that the girl s~ho works in the home, with pleasant ~tI5that womanly charm which she soon lo5s in the , mes wold, where she must take her stand among men and th rghs But they will not submit to such treatment as is re the ghtssfortunate sisters who can do nothing but housework. ~, ~. our reiant with kindness and consideration if yo would Two for By M. J. Copyright, 1910, by As. "Pshaw! This is no night for elec tioneering." On the back seat of the car the c-airman and secretary of the county c.3mmittee were arguing as to the best sort of speech for Coombs to make at the Bristow schoolhouse, for which they were headed. .On the front seat the chauffeur steered the car straight into the harvest moon which was rising like a great shield at the end of the white road. Beside him Coombs, candidate for congress, was sectetly indulging himself in one of the let-downs which come even to the best regulated candidates. He was heartily sick of the campaign; of the daily association with small politicians who treated him with more or less familiarity; of repeating the same things over and over to audi ences friendly, hostile and indifferent. He was tired of the whole business; for the moment he sincerely wished he were back at Demottville pegging away at his law practice, and letting some one else work and fret for po litical honors. And if he were. &e would be enjoying this perfect eve ning-an August changeling set down in late October. Buggy riding with a pretty girl on a moonlight night naturally appealed to the bachelor Coombs. And there were pretty girls in Demottville. . The car came upon a group wend Ing its way to the schoolhouse. There were five of them-two boys twelve cr fourteen years old, and three young women. "Oh, you candidate!" called one of the boys, as the car was roll ing by. "Stop," commanded Coombs. brief ly. He had been taught never to "overlook .any bets," in the parlance of the politician. Every person had possibilities, no matter how humble. Every one wielded some influence possibly commanded a vote, and a vote was a vote, wherever garnered. "All aboard!" he invited, cheerily, as the car stopped. They came promptly, the boys with whoops of delight. They dragged Go After Frank Scott's Record. one of the young women. laughing and protesting, between them. They tugged at her like young bears, and before Coombs realized 'what was happening, the girk was deposited in his lap, the others had bestowed themselves on the running board, and the car was on its way. "I hope you'll pardon this en thusiastic response to your invita tion." said the girl, striving to rise. "I had no option, you see; it was 'come. or get torn to pieces." "And it seems to be stay for the same reason," repliled Coombs, for the boys stood guard, shouting: "You've got to stay right there, Cousin Beth!" "Besides," continued the candidate. "I welcome the opportunity to make a convert. In return for this ride I shall expect your vote election day." "Indeed?" questioned his passen ger, restraining herself unwillingly to the situation. "And what special qualifications can you urge for con gress? Are you competent or exp~eri enced? Do you wield influence in Washington? Are you an orator? Can you do better than the man who has represented this district for ten years?" Coombs considered. Then he re rlied, with a laugh: "To all your Gaestions I fear I must answer no." They had reached the schoolhouse. Thae girl smiled at him as she stepped O'ut of the car. "At least you have. t.he virtue of modesty," she said.. The chairman and secretary had r~rrived at a conclusion, and the for rfoer now took the candidate asi~de to say in the hoarse whisper per'iliar to politicians: "This part of the county is strong for you, and they like to see the animals stirred up. Go ,after Frank Scott's record; go aft.eri hi-. personally. You can't make a. mis take by putting his hide on thie frence cut here." Their late passengers ha-:. front seats in the schoolhouse Coornbs dis ccvered when he made his way to the rcstrum and waited for t'a' chair mran to ca 1 the gathe"ring to. or'lcr. The two boys winked and giggled r-hen they caught his eye, arA2 then One Seat PHILLIPS ociated Literary J'ress I the girl who had sat on his lep. Coombs fancied that she blushed. Now that he could get a good look at her, Coombs realized that she was very pretty. He wondered idly who she was. Probably the daughter of some wealthy farmer of the neighbor hood, who had been able to give her advantages beyond the ordinary. Her good looks and her becoming dress were of the city rather than the country. Hi speculated whether her eyes were dark gray or brown. Coombs arose to make his speech. The audience applauded the hand some, boyish-looking candidate. They listened closely while he sketched national affairs and conditions in their own state, then in their own district. The moment had come for the attack on Congressman Scott. but Coombs did not make it. He looked into the eyes of the girl on the front seat. Doubtless she thought him like all politicians--ready to climb at the expense of another; anxious to tear down that other's reputation that he might build up his own. Well, he would show her he was not an ordi nary politician. The Bristow neighborhood was rather disappointed in the tameness of the speech; the chairman and sec retary w-ere grumpy,. But Coombs didn't care; he walked out 4with the girl. "You will ride back with us?" he asked. She shook he:, heid, and held out her hand. "No; but thank you for what yo. did not say tonight." "What do you mean?" asked Coombs. He wNa oblivious of the fact that two score voters, whose ballots might eleft him, were also waiting to shake hands. "I mean," she said, "that I am Frank Scott's daughter." The campaign drew to a close. Coombs was scheduled to spend the last week in this county, and he man aged to see a good deal of Beth Scott between meetings. They avoided politics, but found nany other sub jects to talk about. They had read the same books and Edmired the same plays. There were so many things to discuss that Coombs took to run ning over to the home of Miss Scott's uncle, where she was visiting, morn ings or afternoons o: evenings whenever the har'dworked patty motor car could be spared, and he had an hour to himself. Election day came, and Coombs was beaten. He made a good run, better than shrewd politicians had expected, for Frank Scott was de servedly strong. Coombs, somehow, did not mind the defeat; there wa6 no sting in it. Demott'ile gloried in his good show ing, and received bin almost as a hero when he came home. He be came, almost in a nii.ht. a prominent citizen. In two weel-s his law busi ness doubled. lHe had "arrived." Miss Scott. was going home. and Coombs had come t> say good-bye. Likewise he planned, as he had been nlanning for a mont.h. to say some :hing else. But it wi's hard to get It out; Beth was so unconscious of what was going on beneath the sur. face of his mind. At last he plucked up courage te speak: "Ever since that night at the Bris-. tow school I've been wondering how Iyou'd like Demottv.ille." "It's a pretty little city, isn't it** she asked, with interest. "Yes . . . I have a little home there, surrounded by fifty-year-old Imaples. There's a fireplace in 'the living room, and a deep-padded leath er chair that I like to draw up before the fire. That chair would hold two just as easily as-as an automobile seat." '3h." breathed Beth Scott, compre hendingly. "But there's no use talking about it I suppose." went on Coombs. wist fully. "Your father has won, and you are going back to Washington. the most wonderfu? city in the coun try. That's the only reason I'm sor rv I lost. If l'd been successful. there'd have been something to offer you." "Do you think." said the girl soft ly. "that would raake any differ ence. if one-cared? And I've seern Washington. But i've never seen De mottvile and-arnd that chair!" When the next s'ession of ce-ngress opened Frank Scott was hailed as a Nap<Geon of politics by his coT ~leagues. They had tried many schemes to retain the magic letters, "M. C.," after their names. But to marry one's daughter to one's most dangerous opponent-that was more than scheming; it was genius! The Proper Answer. Richard Harding Davis rece'ved some time ago from a magazine a~ gushing request that he furnish it gratuitously-with a New Year's greeting and a few appropriate mot toes. Mr. Harding Davis replied pr onpt ly: 'I can't 'greet' people I don't know, but you are welcome to my ;motto, which is. 'Nothing for nothing, and Ivery little for sixpence.' " A college education enables naa'y a, young man to refer to the allowance from his father as his income. A Sample Quip. "Thomas W. Lawson's* Thanksgiv fng proclamation was a very good piece of oratorical writing." said a Boston banker. "Lawson is always full of quips. 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