The leader-enterprise. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, November 05, 1912, Image 3

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Newspaper Page TextAuction Sale of H At Gray Brothers Stable o UR s s Fitzgerald, (za. Dol RN et W N i Ny '4 @V@ eﬁq 2 5 g I'igg:‘“w : 2 5 Head ige Head These Horses are coming direct from Greens burg, Ind. Among this load of Horses there can be found a number of good Brood Mares and Business Horses, also some Speed and Highclass Harness Horses. Come rain or shine and bring your fricnds. These Horses will be sold to the highest bid der without reserve. Remember the date Saturday November 9th., at Gray Brothers Stable. 0. G. CLARK, Auctioneer N ® : : Owners. Gillette Horse and Mule Co. 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By a convention signed in 1904 the French in Newfoundland have an equal footing with British subjects. THE LEADER-ENTERPRISE, TUESDAY, NOVEMFTR 5, 19:2 Lobsters, Lobsters have n great dread of thun der and when peals are very loud will swim to deeper water. The Root e of Evil By THO—A;A; DIXON Corm‘iﬁht.g;—l_.—!‘w Thomas SYNOPSIS Stuart, southern lawyer in New York, is ih love with Nan Primrose. His friend, Dr. Woodman, who has a young daugih ter, is threatened with the loss of, his drug business by Bivens, whom he be- Iriended years before. Stuart visits the Primroses, “I'll mever forget them,” Stuart broke in. “We used to cry over Uncle Tom's woes.” the doctor continued. *And yet there are more than 5.000.000 white people in America today who are the slaves of poverty. cruel and pitiiess. The black slave always had food and shelter, clothes and medicine, My busi ness is to heal the sick—mind you! shall 1 give it up to exploit them?" “But could you not use your greater wealth for greater good if you joined tae trust?”’ the lawyer asked. “Won't they make drugs more economically than you do and drive you to the wuil at lust? Isn't this new law of co-oper ation the law of Hrogress—in brief, the iw of (od?” . “That remains to be proved. 1 don’t nelieve it."” “Well, I do. and 1 think that if you tight it will be against the stars in their courses”— “I'm going to fight.” was the firm response. *“The law is on my side, isnt iy’ “The written law, yes. But you are facing a bigger question than one of statutory law.” “So I am, boy, so I am! That's why 1 gave you a glimpse tonight oi the "Jg\!v‘ ) E—‘ e @ o f.\"‘ »{h,\":‘r,“q( & % = 8 S If' = 31, : oy ek < CRbii NG I‘s“f‘f':” e S < 1 \ =y '.",M‘ {g"l - I R aNg o /48 2 J it ‘?v @ LI 1\ = :// \ T | Ll VA A | > 11 | / ‘ = t : L | ! { /C s i) ; &/ (/{‘-?) 0i ‘ AT C - Panite= gl “There are things that can’t be bought or sold.” world in which I live and work and dream.” “Bivens bhas put up to you a cold blooded business proposition”— “Exactly. And there are things that can’t be bought and sold. lam one of them!” The stalwart figure rose in simple dignity. and there was a deep tremor in his voice as he paused. “But I'm keeping you. It's 9 o’clock and somebody’s waiting—eh, boy?” “Yes,” Stuart answered apologetical ly. “I'm afraid I've not been of much use to you tonight.” The doctor bent closer, smiling: “] understand—of course. The angels are singing in your heart this evening the old song of life that always makes the world new and young and beau tiful. And yet—it couldn’t be meas ured in terms of barter and sale, could 1t?" The doctor gripped his hand tenderly in parting. The smile died from the younger man’s face, and his answer was scarce ly audible: “No.” CHAPTER 1l A Leovers’ Quarrel. HEN Stuart reached the Gra mercy park house a maid answered at last and ush ered him into the dimly lighted parlos. “Miss Nan is at home, Berta?’ he asked eagerly. The little Danish maid smiled know ingly: “Na, but Meesis Primrose”— With a groan Stuart sank to a chair. The entire house had been redecorat ed. Anm oriental rug of daszling me dallion pattern was on the newiy pol tshed floor. Instead of the set of Chip pendale mahogany the Primroses had brought from the south a complete outfit of stately gilded stuff fillled the room, and heavy draperies to match hung from the tall windows and fold | ¢oors. ‘The mother’s velvet hand ne saw at once. Ur course she had not borrowed the money from Bivens. She was too shrewd for that. But she had borrowed it berond a doubt. and she had evidently gone the limit of her credit without a moment’s .hesitation. fZe wondered how far she had got with Bivens. Could it be possible that Nan was with him tonight? No—preposter ous! Mrs. Primrose greeted him with un usual effusion: *Oh, Jim, this is such a glorious sur prise! Nan didn’t expect you till morn ing, and she will be heartbroken to have missed you even for a half hour. My dear, dear boy. you have no idea how lonely both of us have been with out vou the past two weeks.” “You missed me, too, Mrs. Prim rose?” “Of course I missed you, Jim! You've come to be like one of us. You know I've always loved you next to Nan.” She spoke with such fervor that Stu art shivered, It was sinister. She evi dently felt sure of his ruin. “We needed you here so much to help us fix up. We've had the good luck to rent our second tloor to a youag millionaire’ “Mr. Bivens, yes"— “Why, how did you know ?” she ask ed with a start. “Dr. Woodman has just received an important letter from him, dated here, and he asked my advice about it.” *Oh" - “Where's Nan?" Stoart asked, with sudden anger in spite of his effort to keep cool. “\Why, she s giving a little box party at the theater tonight— “ And our muiua! friend. John C, Calhoun Bivens, is presiding 7" “Why. Jim,” how conld you be so absurd?" she protested indignantly. “I've heen saving money for a month to give Nan this chance to return come courtesies she has received rrom rich friends. [ necd Mr. Bivens' mon ev to pay the rent of this big house. But any attention on his part to Nan would be disgusting to me beyond measure.” “Yet he's the sensation in high finnnce just now,” Stuart said. with an unconscious sneer. “They say he's destined to become a multi-million aire.” “Come, come, Jim, it's not like von to he nasty to me. You know as well as 1 do his origin in North Carolina. His people are the veriest trash. He was at college with you''— “And how did you know that?" “Not from you. of course. You've never mentioned his name in your life. He told me. He thinks you are going to bhe the greatest lawyer in New York. And I told him we'd known i that for a long time.” Stuart turned his head to hide a ' smile. “But of course he's not in Nan's so cial set. I told her the day he came that we would treat him politely, but draw the line strictly on any efforts he may make to pass the limits of ac quaintance.” A carriage stopped at the door. “There’s Nan now!” the mother ex claimed, rising to go. *l’ll leave yon to surprise her, Jim.” Stuart heard the carriage door slam. and in a moment the girl he loved stood in the hall, the joy of an even ing's perfect happiness shining in ber great dark eyes. He watched her a moment unobserved as she laid aside her opera cloak and stood before the big mirror proudiy and calmly survey ing her figure. Never had her beauty seemed to him so dazzling. The smile was one of conscious power. The cor. ners of the full sensuous lips curved the slightest bit as the smile faded and a gleam of something like cruelty flash ed from the depths of her eyes as her head lifted Stuart, unable to wait longer, was about to spring to her side when she caught the tiash of his laughing face in the mirror and turned. *Oh, you rascal! To surprise me like this!' she cried, with joyous laughter. “In all your pride and vanity!” “You can't help being a little vain yourself, Jim, any more than I can. You know you're a stunning looking fellow. These Yankee girls all love you at first sight—the tall, straight. sinewy figure, strong and swift in ev ery movement, the finely -chiselled face, the deep set, dark brown eyes under their heavy brows, that big masterful jaw and firm mouth”— Stuart suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her into silence. “Hush, Nan. [ don’t like the way you say that.” “Why? Am I too modest?” “No, too deliberate and coldly mis tress of yourself. 1 wish you loved me a little more tumultuously as 1 do you.” “Well, let me whisper then that your return tonight has made a perfect end ing to a perfect day. Oh, Jim, Uve been so happy tonight! Seated in that big stage box 1 felt that I was some body. This is the first really decent dress I've ever had in my life.” “And you are proud and happy!” “Proud for your sake, Jim, yes; and bhappy in your love.” Stuart’s face clouded and he turned away, startled for the first time by a strange similarity in the tone of Nan's voice to her mother’s. The painful impression was sudden ly broken by a quick touch of Nan's hand on his arm. “Oh, Jim, I'm glad you came a day earlier. I've something to tell you. something wonderful, something that will bring our happiness near’— Her voice sank to the tenderest accents. “You know Mr. Bivens?” “Yes,” Stuart answered evenly, con trolling himself with an effort. “Well, he has taken our second floor. 1 had a long talk with him last week. By the merest accident I learned that his big trust. the American Chsemical hireling. Yon would lay the law dowD for them to follow.” “No. A modern corporation has no soul, and the man who serves this master must sell both body and seuk for the wages he receives. 1 am a lawver of the old school. My work is illumined by imagination. My busi ness is to enforce justice in the rela tions of men.” “But some of the greatest lawyers i America are corporation attorneys’ “All the reason more why I shonld keep clean. Lawyers once constituted our aristeeracy of brain and culture. I can't |»f()stitllte my talents to a work I don't believe in. A man's work is @ revelation of what he is. And what he is will depend at last on what be does.” “But you mean to be rich and pow erful, Jim?" “If it comes with the growth of manhood and character. yes. Bui & will not degrade myself with work 1 hate or take orders from men 1 de spise. The world is already full of suciy slaves.” Stuart paused and laid his hand cently on the girl's white, round arm. and she turned, with a start. 1 didn't hear your last sentence. Jim.” “Of what were vou thinking®%” . “Of what a woman is always think ing—consciously or unconsciously, of my homoe—whether it shall be a hovet or a palace.” *lt all depends on whether love i 3 the builder”— “1t all depends on the man T mar ry,” was the laughing answer. “I've always dreamed of you as a than of wealth and power. Your splendid tal ents mean this. When you came to New York 1 was more sure of your than ever. You've simply got to make money, Jim. Nothing else counts i the world today. 1 hate poverty—l fear it—l loathe it!” “And yet.” the lover said, drawing closer, 1 hold the touch of your little finger of greater value than a!l the 2old on the earth or beneath it.” “Don't interrupt me, please, with ir relevant remarks,” Nan cried, laughing in spite of herself. *“Seriously, Jim— vou must listen to me. I'm in dead earnest. You must have money. if for no other reason because 1 wish it. 1 can't he happy in poverty. The mamn I love must be rich. Oh, Jim, yoix shall be! Wealth is the only road now from the vulgar crowd—the only way to climb on top.” “But suppose [ don’'t wish to climla on the top of people?” “You can't be such a fool!” “But suppose | am? True civiliza tion has always placed manhood aboye money."” “Jim, are you crazy?”’ “It's true, dear., My father gave up: his law practice to bend over my “mother's bedside for siy months. He: - was a giant in mind and body—she a: Tp()or little, braken, withered invalid. | He lost money "und clients and never regained them. Did it pay? Does any thing that's born of love pay? Surelw not children. [ was always a dead ex pense. The biggest fee 1 ever received as a lawyer in New York was a shout of joy from a poor woman whose boy I freed from a false charge of crime. She fell sobbing before me and actu ally kissed my feet.” “Oh, Jim, why can’'t you be practi cal? Why are you not willing to fizht for a fortune—as other men”— “DRecause, dear,” he answered quick ly and tenderly, “we haven’t time— you and 1. Life is too short. Love is too sweet. The fields are too green. company, needas anotner lawyer, ']'Yl(’j" pay an enormous salary with all sorts of chances to get rich. They are mak ing millions on millions. 1 told hinx that you were the very man for the place and that you were going to Iw= the greatest lawyer in New York. Imagine my joy when he net only agreed with me, but said he wotid double the salary if you would aceept it. He thought you wouldn't, merely because you lived in the house of oi@ Woodman with whom the company may have a fight. 1 told him it was aonsense, that 1 knew you would ae cept. You'll accept, of course?” “Empbstically no!™ & “You can't be so absurd!”’ ‘““Have you been receiving the atten tions of this distinguished young mil lionaire, Nan?” “I've been cultivating him.” “Cultivating?" “Yes, for your sake only, you big. handsome. foolish, jealous beoy! Youw can’t be in earnest when you say that you will refuse such an offer?” “Yes, becaase 1 will not become the hireling of a corporation, to say noth-- ing of this particular one headed by Mr. Rivens.” “Nonsense, sim. You wouldn’t be & To be continued in our next issue FOR SALE—Some Of the best ~ farms in Pierce county. Fulk - particulars furnished upon re ~ quest. ‘ McGauley & Thomas. -834 t. Blackshear, Ga. FOR SALE—S. C.B. Orpingtons, poultry fencing, 2 colony coops, 2 brooders and 1 Cycle bhatcher. E. J. Hammond, No. 118 W. Magnolia St. 83-tf Three days and 3 nights to the Fair for $1.00; 6 ad missions only 16 2-3 cents for admission. 400 vote s with this ticket.