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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
THURSDAY, ''FEBRUARY 2, 1934
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Orphan
ci SAM 311101111.
went to .work early the next mor-
ning, with nothing on but my under-
clothing and trousers, save a pair of
,gloves, that excited the ridicule of my
fellows. With this livery and the
righteous determination of earning
two dollars a day, I began the inele-
gant task of "pounding rocks"—no
merry occupation. I assure you, for a
]tot .summer's day on Manhattan
Island.
We were paving Park Place and
we had to break stone and lay them
and shovel dirt and dig with a pick
and crowbar.
My face and neck were burned
crimson when we quit work at five,
and I went home with a feeling of
having been run over by the cars, I
hada strong sense of soul and body.
the 'latter dominated by a mighty
appetite. \lcClingan viewed me at
first with suspicion in which there
w•n& a faint flavor of envy. He invited
me at once t, hi' room, and was
amazed at seeing it was no lark. I
told hint frankly ,chat I ,vets doing'
and why and where.
"I would not mind the loaning of a
rt
felt- dollars," he• said, "as a platter o'
personal obligernent I would be most
happy to do it—most happy, Brower,
indeed I would."
I thanked him cordially, but declin-
ed the favor, for I was bound to have
it out with ill luck on my own re-
sources.
"Greeley is back," said be, "and I
shall see him to -morrow. I will pat
him in mind o' you."
1 went .away sore in the morning,
hut with no drooping spirit. In the
middle of the afternoon I straightened
up a moment to ease eny back and
look about me.
There at the edge of the gang stood
the great Horace Greeley and Waxy
llcClingan. The latter beckoned me
as he caught my eye. I went aside to
greet theist. Mr. Greeley gave me his
hand.
"Do you mean to tell methat you'd
rather work than beg or borrow?"
said he.
"That's about it," I answered.
"And ain't ashamed of it?"
"Ashamed! Why?" said I. not quite
sure. of his meaning. 1t had never oc
Burred to me that one had any cause
to be ashamed of working.
He turned to MCdliagan and laugh-
ed.
"I guess you'll do for the Tribune,"
he said, "Come ,and see me at twelve
to -morrow."
And then they went away.
If I had been, aknight of the garter
I could.not have been treated with
more distinguished courtesy by those
hard handed men the rest of the
day, I bade them good -by at night
and got my order for four dollars.
One Pat Devlin, a great hearted Ir-
ishman, who had shared .m • } confid-
ence and some of my •dowghnuta on
the curb at luncheon time, I remem-
'ber best of all.
°'le'll nicer fengit the toimm Ole
wurr.uked together under Boss Mc-
Cormick," said 'ite,'
And to this day, whenever I meet
the good man, now 'bent and grey, he
says always, "Good day t' ye, Mr.
Brower. D' ye mind the toinie we
pounded the rock 'under Boas Mc-
Cormick?" -
Mr. Greeley gave me a place on
the local staff and invited me to dine
with him at 'his 'home that evening.
Meanwhile he sent me to the head-
quarters of. the republican, central
campaign committee, on Broadway,
opposite the 'New York Hotel. Lin-
coln had been nominated in May,
and the great ,political fight . oft 1860
was sha'kingethe city with its thunder.
I turned in my copy at the city
desk in good season, and, although
the great editor had not yet left his
room, I took a car at once to keep
my appointment. A .servant sho'we'd
me to a seat in the big back parlor of
Mr. Greeley's home, where I spent a
lonely hour before I heard his heavy
footsteps in the hall. He' immediately
rushed upstairs, two steps at a time
and, in a moment, I heard his high
voice greeting the babies. He carne
down shortly with one of them cling-
ing to his hand.
"Thunder!" said he. "I had forgot-
ten all about you. Let's go right in
to dinner."
He sat a.t the head of the table and
I next to him. I remember how
wearied by the day's burden, he at
oun,sing heavily, in careless attitudes.
He stirred his dinner into a hash of
eggs, ,potatoas;• aq'casb and .parsnips,
and ate it leisurely with .a spoon, his
Stead !braced often with his left fore-
arm, its elbow resting on the table. i
It was a sort of letting go, after
the immense activity of the day, and
a•casual Observer would have thought
he affected the uncouth, •which was
not true of him.
all about
hfn
tell1leaskerlrnetoa
my father and his farm. At length f
saw an absent look in his eye, and
stopped talking, ;because 1 'thought he
had ceased to listen.
• 1 said he.
1
e141 verys
"Very w rye !
I looked up at hint, not knowing
What he meant.
"Go onl Tell me all about it," he
add
"Ied. .like the .country best," said he
when I had finished, "'because there
I see more truth in thingp. Here the
lie has • many 'forms—unique, varied,
ingenious. The rouge and powder on
the lady's cheek --'they are lies, both
of them; the baronial and ducal crests
are 'lies and the fools who use theist
are liars; the people who soak them-
selves in rum have nothing that lies in
.their heads; the multitude who live
by their wits and the lack of thein in
others—they are all liars; the many
•tubo imagine a vain thing and .pre-
tend to be what they are not—liars
every one of them. It is 'bound to be
so !n the great cities, and it is a nark
of decay, For truth you've gat 'to get
back into the woods. Von can find
men there a good deal as God made
them—genuine, strong and simple
When those men cease to come here
you'll see grass growing .in Broad
way."
I made no answer and the grea
commoner stirred his coffee a atom
ent in silence.
'"Vanity is the ,curse of •cities," he
continued, "and Flattery is its hand-
maiden, • Vanity, Flattery and Deceit
are the three disgrce•s. I like a man
to be what he is—out .and out. .If he's
ashamed of himself it won't be long
before his friends'll be ashamed of
him. There's 'the trouble with this
town. Many a fellow is pretending to
be what he isn't. A man cannot be
strong unless he is •genuine."
One of his children—a little ;girl -
carne and stood 'close to hint as he
spoke. "Ile put his big aril around
her and that ,gentle, permanent smile
of his 'broadened as he kissed her and
patted her red cheek,
"Anything new in the Soittli " Mrs.,
Greeley inquired..
"'Worse arsd worse every •day," he
said. • "Serious trouble coming! The
Charleston dinner yesterday was a
east .of,treason and a ,R
ow of'criminal
dietoric, The Union was the ` Chief
dish, Everybody Mashed it With. his
knife and jabbed it with his fork. It
was slaughtered, roasted, made into
mincemeat and devoured. O e !orator
tor
spoke of rolling 'back the tide of'fan-
aticism that "finds root in the con-
science of the people.' Their met-
aphors are as bad as their morals."
He laughed heartily at this example
of 'fervid eloquence, and then we rose
from the •talble. He had to go to the
office •that evening, and I Dame away
soon after dinner. I had nothing to
do and went home reflecting upon all
the ,great man had said,
I began shortly to see the truth of
what he had told me—men licking tate
hand of riches with the tongue of !Rat-
tery; men so stricken with the itch of
vanity that 'they groveled for the
touch of praise; men even w'ho would
do perjury $or applause. I do not say
that most of the men I •saw were of
that ilk, but enough to show the ten-
dency of life in a great town.
I was filled with' wonder at first by
meeting so many who had been every-
where and seen everything, who had
mastered all sciences and all philos-
ophies and endured many perils on
land and sea, I had met liar's 'before
—it was no Eden there in the north
country—and some of them had at-
tained a good degree of efficiency, but
they lacked the candor and 'finish of
the metropolitan school. 1 confess
they were all too much for me at
first. They borrowed my cash, they
shared my .confidence, they taxed my
credulity, and I saw the truth at last.
"Tom's breaking down, .said a en-
laborer on the staff one day.
"How is 'that? I inquired.
"Served me a mean trick."
"Indeed!"
"Deceived me," said he sorrowfully.
"Lied, I suppose?"
"No. He told the truth, as God's
my witness."
Tam had been absolutely reliable
up to 'that time.
CHAPTER XXXVI
Those were great days in mid
autumn. The Republic was in 'great
peril of dissolution, Liberty that had
hymned her 'birth in the last century
now Hymned her destiny in the voices
of bard and orator. Crowds of men
gathered in public squares, at bulletin
boards, on street corners . arguing,
;gesticulating, exclaiming and cursing.
Cheering multitudes went up and
down the city by night, with bands
and torches, and there was such a
howl or oratory and applause on the
lower half of Manhattan Island that
it gave the reporter no rest. Will H.
Seward, Charles Sunnier, John A.
Dix, Henry Ward Ileecher and
Oharles 'O'Connor were the giants of
the stump. There w a9. more violence
and religious fervor in the political
feeling of that time than had been
mingled since '116. .A sense of outrage
was in The hearts of men. "Honest
Abe" Lincoln stood, as they took it,
for their homes and their cofintry, for
human liberty, and even for their God.
I remember coming into the count-
ing room late one evening, Loud
voices halted me as I passed the door.
Mr. Greeley stood back of the coun-
ter; a rather tall, wiry, gray header]
man before it, Each was shaking a
right fist under the other's nose.
They were shouting loudly as they
argued. The stranger was for war;
Mr, Greeley for waiting. The pub-
lisher of the 'Tribune stood beside the
latter, smoking a pipe; a small Iran
leaned over the counter at the strang-
er's elbow, putting in a word here
and there; half, a dozen people stood
by, listening. Mr. Greeley turned to
his 'publisher in a moment.
"Rhoades," said he, '1 wish ye'd
put these men out. They holler 'n
yell, so I can't hear myself think."
Then there was a general laugh.
I learnedto my surprise, when
they had gone, that the tall man was
William H. :Sewart, the other John
A. Dix.
Then one of those 'fevered days
.canto the Prince of Wales—a God-
send, to allay passion with curiosity.
It was my duty to handle some of
'the latest news by magnetic tele-
graph,",.and 'help to get"the plans and
progress of the campaign at head-
quarters. The Printer, as they called
Mr. Greeley, was at his desk wlhen I
came in at noon, never leaving the of-
fice Ibu•t for dinner, until ;past mid-
night, those clays. And he matte the
Tribune a B ugh'ty power in the state.
:His faiths'in its efficacy was sublime;
and every line went under his eye
'before it went to his readers. I re-
member a night when he 'called me
to his office about twelve o'clock. He
was up to his 'knees in the rubbish of
t'he day -newspapers that he had read
i
that ees Ity
AND, while we're still in a fanciful mood, let's
suppose he has suddenly become seriougly ill—
Then, imagine yourself to be in financial difficulties
—your income, never more than $900.00 a year, has
ceased altogether because the factory has shut down
temporarily.
You think your little boy may be dying—the doctor
orders you to rush with him to the Hospital for Sick
Children — you learn it's Pneumonia of the most
serious type — that serums alone will cost over $400.00,
to say nothing of the special graduate nursing and
expert medical attention required, nor of the cost of
bospitalization itself.
Could you be turned away because of this? There
is only one answer to this question. It has been the
answer of the Hospital for Sick Children for 63 years—
a youngster's real need for hospital care and medical
attention is the only ticket of admission required.
Race, creed or financial circumstances are not consid-
ered. We know the people of Ontario want, it that,
way.
This Hospital has metevery emergency which has
developed during the 63 years of its existence. It is
•
famous throughout the civilized world for the success
and efficiency of its medical and nursing staffs and
for the low cost at which it is operated.
And who pays for this humanitarian work? The
doctors give their time absolutely free. The Ontario
Government pays 60c per patient per day and the
patient or the patient's municipality pays $1.75 on the
same basis. That leaves over $1.00 per patient per day
of bare cost for which we must appeal annually to
humane and generous citizens. This Hospital does
NOT share in the funds collected by the Federation
for Community. Service because patients are admitted
from all over Ontario.
This year, over $83,000.00 is needed. That means
over ten thousand donations if they were to average
$8.00 each—or over twenty thousand averaging $4.00.
Certainly, a staggering total! So, please make your
gift as large as you .possibly can. If you cannot afford
more—remember that even a dollar bill helps pay
for the care of somebody's baby.
Kindly mail your donation to the Appeal Secretary,
67 College Street, Toronto. We cannot afford to use
any of our much-needed revenue for canvassers or other
organized effort to collect money.
OSPITAL FOR SICK C
!LD `.E
67 COLLEGE STREET, TORONTO
PROFESSIONAL CARDS
Medical
SEAFORTH CLINIC
Dr. E, A. McMaster, M.B., Gradu
ate. of University of Toronto.
J. D. C•olquhoun, M.D., C.M., Grad-
uate of Dalhousie University, Halifax.
The Clinic is fully equipped with
complete and modern
x-ray and other
up-to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
equipment.
Dr. Margaret K. Campbell, M.D.,
L.A.B,P., Specialist in Diseases in
be . at the
Infants and Children, wtill
Clinic 'last Thursday in every month
v er y
froom 3 to '6 p.nt.
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist in
Diseases of the Ear, Eye, Nose and
Throat, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 4 to
6 p.m.
Free well -baby clinic will 'be held
on the second and last Thursday in
every month from 1 tp 2 p.m.
W. C. SPROAT, M.D. F.A.C.S.
Surgery
Phone 90-W. Office John St., Seaforth
. DR, H, HUGH ROSS, Physician
and Surgeon Late of London Hos-
pital, London, England. Special at.'
tention to diseases of the eye, ear,
nose and throat. Office and eesidenee
behind Dominion Bank. Office Phone
No. 5; Residence Phone 104.
DR. F. J. BURROWS, Office Main
St., Seaforth, over Dominion Bank.
Hours 24 and 7 to 8 p.m. and by ap-
pointment. Residence, Goderich St.,
two doors west of United Church.
Phone 446.
DR, F. J. R, FORSTER—Eye
Ear, Nose and Throat. Graduate in
Medicine, University of Toronto 14997.
Late Assistant New York O'phthal•
mit and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye, and Golden Square throat hospi-
tals, London, At Commercial Hotel,
Seaforth, third Wednesday in each
month from 1.30 p.m, to 5 p.m.
Auctioneer.
GEORGE ELLIOTT, Licensed
Auctioneer for the County of Huron.
lrrangements can be made for Sale
Date at The Seaforth News, Charges
moderate and satisfaction guaranteed
F, W. AHRENS, Licensed Auctiot
eer for Perth and Huron Counties.
Sales Solicited. Terms on Application.
Farm Stock, chattels and real estate
property. R. R. No, 4, Mitchell.
Phone 634 r 6. Apply at this office.
WATSON & REID
REAL ESTATE
AND INSURANCE AGENCY
(Successors to James Watson)
MAIN ST., SEAFORTH, ONT.
All kinds of Insurance risks 'effect-
ed at lowest rates in First -Class
Companies.
THE ticK1LLOP
Mutual Fire Insurance (Y
HEAD OFFICE—SEAFO'RTH, Ont.
OFFICERS
President, Thomas Moylan, Sea -
forth; Vice President, William Knox,
Londesboro; Secretary Treasurer, M
A. Reid, Seaforth.
j AGENTS
1. Mckercher, R.R.1, Dublin; John
E. Pepper, R.R.1, Brucefield; E. R. G.
Jarniouth, Brodhagen; James Watt,
Blyth; C. F. Hewitt, Kincardine;
Wm. Yeo, Holmesville.
DIRECTORS
Mex. Broadfoot, Seaforth No. 3;
James Sholdice, Walton; Wm. Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhardt,
Bornholm No. 1; Frank MoGregor,
4aintc.n No. 5; James Connolly, God-
erich; Alex lsIcEwing, Blyth -No. 1;
Phomas Moylan, Seaforth No. .5;
Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact other business, will be
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above named officers
addressed to their respective post-
dfices.
and thrown upon the floor; his desk
was littered with proofs.
"Go an' see the Prince o' Wales,"
be said. t(That interesting young man
had arrived' on the Harriet,•Lane that
morning and ridden ap Broadway be-
tween cheering hosts.) "I've got a
sketch of him here an' it's all
twaddle, Tell ,us something new
about hint. If he's got a hole in his
sock we ought to know it,"
Mr. Dana carte in ,to see him while
I was there.
"Look here, Dana," said the Print-
er, in a rasping humor, "Gy the gods
of wart here's two columns about
that performance at the 'Academy,
and only two sticks of the speech of
Seward at St,
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