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jest ez soon's possible. I shan't fergit
what good S'maritans ye an' yer darter

He looked back with a farewell smile
as Simeon gathered up the reins and
clucked to the ancient sorrel horse.

'Who be they?' inquired Mr. Sims.
'I heerd thet some women hed took
the ole Dorman place.'

'She's a widder from Tiverton,'
Grandfather answered, 'an' thet gal is

her only child. Hiram Greene is a-run-
nin' the farm fer her on shares.'

'The gal 's a mighty pooty little cree-
tur,' observed Simeon.

'H'm,' returned Grandfather. 'I
affairm the mother must a-ben some
considerble hamsomer in her young
days. A mighty pleasant-spoken, sen-
sible woman.'

'Wal, she did n't take ye (et none
of Methusaly's kin,' said Simeon dryly.

Grandfather made no reply to this
remark, and Mr. Sims's thoughts re-
verted to his team.

'I swow I b'lieve thet cat of Hit's
bewitched them cattle,' he suddenly
exclaimed. 'He sot an' eyed 'em all
the time you was parleyin' with her. I
bet she sent him ter punish me fer
talkin' agin her ter you.'

'Like ez not she did,' Grandfather
assented. 'Injun blood is revengeful.
But don't ye fret none. Ef ye s'tain ary
loss on my accoimt, I'll make things
right. I affairm I'd ruther spend my
larst dollar then hevLeander git spliced
ter a Weeden.'

Mr. Sims's gloomy anticipations
were, however, not destined to be real-
ized. As he drove the sorrel horse into
the Crane barnyard, Ann Julianna ap-
peared, a stout cudgel, borne musket-
wise, across her shoulder.

'They're down in the lane,' she said
to Simeon. 'By the time they got here
they was sorter tuckered out, so I
headed of 'em off.'

'Is the cart broke?' Simeon asked

"T ain't hurt a mite,' Ann Julianna

'Wal, I snummy!' Simeon ejacu-
lated. ' Lurd ! ' he said to Grandfather,
as Ann Julianna withdrew, ' thet young
one is more than a match fer Hit
Sharp. The idee of her tacklin' a pair
of crazy cattle!'

'Ann Julianna is sartainly faculized,'
Grandfather responded.

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After Mr. Sims had departed with
his now docile team. Grandfather and
his assistant had dinner. Ann Juli-
anna ate like a true soldier, preferring
a tin cup and plate to china ware. She
swallowed her food hastily, as if she
expected to be ordered to strike camp
and march at any moment.

*I'm a-goin* ter do the dishes,"
Grandfather announced when the meal
was ended. 'I want ye should drive
thet rig back ter Mis' Clapp's. Ye kin
hitch ole Whitey ter the waggin an'
ride hum on her. An', now I think on 't,
I ruther guess we'd better not mention
my journey ter Leander. He's liable
ter worry ef he thinks I'm ja'ntin'
'bout, gittin' throwed outer teams,
when his back is turned. An', Ann Ju-
lianna, ye kin carry a mess of rozbrys
along with ye. Thar ain't nary rozbry
bush on the Dorman place. An' be
sure an' give my compliments ter Mis'

^in Julianna, who had stood at at-
tention while her commanding officer
was speaking, now said abruptly,
'Husband 's ben dead a year. Drinked
himself to death. Foll^ says he was
a good reddance.' Then, selecting a
basket from a number hanging on
the kitchen wall, she marched off to
execute the commissions entrusted to

Grandfather began to clear the table.
Suddenly he paused before a looking-
glass that hung above the dresser. For
some moments he surveyed critically
the reflection of his face.

'Wal, I dunno ez I do look my full
age,' he murmured as he turned away.
*I've got my front uppers and unders,
an' e'en a'most the hull of my ha'r. I
b'lieve the widder did take me fer a
youngish sort of spark.'

Leander returned home late in the
afternoon, bringing various purchases,
and, also, news of cheer from Dighton.
David Jillson was hale and hearty, and

all the members of his family were en-
joying the best of health.

'I declare, Grandfather, I believe it
does you good to have me out of the
way once in a while,' the yoimg man
said smilingly. 'You look twenty years
younger than you did this morning.'

'Eel greasel Eel grease!' Grandfa-
ther returned. 'I hain't shore thet I
shan't git ter be ez spry ez ever I was ef
I keep on usin' of it. I affairm I might
hev an'inted myself with turkle ile a
year an' not got a quarter ez limber ez
I be arfter tryin' eels these two days.'


A fortnight elapsed ere Mr. Sims
again visited the Crane farm. Various
things conspired to detain him at home.
First his hired man was taken ill, next
some relatives from 'down east' paid
him an unexpected visit, then he was
obliged to shingle his hen-house. When
at last, one warm afternoon, he looked
in at the door of Grandfather's kitchen,
he could scarcely believe the evidence
of his own senses.

No Are blazed on the ample hearth.
Grandfather's armchair was drawn up
beside an open window, and Grandfa-
ther, in his shirt-sleeves, was softly
whistling 'Money Musk' as he sat bus-
ily engaged in sorting gayly colored pins
into little piles on the window-seat.

' Wal, dance my buttons ! ' ejaculated
Simeon. He leaned against the door
jamb overpowered by the spectacle be-
fore him.

Grandfather looked up.

'Hullo, Simyim,' he exclaimed cheer-
fully. 'I begun ter think thet Hitty's
cat hed kerried ye off ter the infarnal

'What on airth be ye doin'?' Simeon
inquired. 'Goin'tersotupezatailor?'

'I'm goin' ter fix a lemon fer luck,*
Grandfather answered. 'My gran*-
mother alwuz uster keep a lemon stuck

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full of colored pins ter fetch her good
luck. I affairm it 's handy ter hev one
on 'em in the house.'

Why, ain't thet charm workin'?' in-
quired Mr. Sims.

*0h, Lurdy, yes/ Grandfather re-
plied. 'Jest like a merricle. I hed n't
gin Leander but three dosetins afore
he up an' said thet he was n't goin' ter
Freetown no more. Said he'd made
'rangements ter hev Tim'thy Lake,
over thar, notify him ef them thieves
cut down any more hoop-poles. I told
ye Hitty'd fix things fer me.'

Mr. Sims opened his mouth and then
suddenly closed it. Again he opened it,
only to close it once more.

Grandfather surveyed his visitor's
strange facial contortions with surprise
not unmingled with impatience.

'What be ye champin' yer teeth
that-a-way fer?' he demanded. *I af-
fairm I should think thet I was a mush-
rat an' yer jaws was a trap a-tryin' ter
kitch me. Hev ye got a jumpin' mill-

*My teeth is all right,' Simeon re-
turned in some embarrassment. * I was
goin' ter r'mark thet ye don't seem ter
be any wuss fer yer upset.'

*Me wuss?' Grandfather chortled
blithely. *I'm a durned sight better 'n
I've ben in twenty years. Eel grease,
eel grease, Simyun! It's a-makin' of
me young agin.'

*I'm glad 't is,' said Mr. Sims. He
turned abruptly. *Wal, good day,
Ezry. I*m on my way ter the black-
smith's shop. Thought I'd stop an*
see how ye was farin'.' Not waiting for
a reply, he walked quickly away.

Grandfather shook his head as he
looked after him.

'Should n't wonder ef he'd hed a
slight sunstroke,' he murmured. * Never
knowed him ter act so durned narvous
afore. Whar in tarnation is Ann Juli-
anna? She's an almighty long time
makin' the trip ter-day.'

Mr. Sims, after his hasty departure,
did not return to the highway by which
he had reached the Crane farm; but,
passing through the barnyard, struck
into a 'cross-lot' path which led him
over a couple of meadows to a tract of
woodland. As he reached the edge of
this tract, he heard the sound of voices
and, peering through the underbrush,
beheld Leander and Ann Julianna
standing side by side beneath a clump
of pine trees.

Simeon was about to continue o'n his
way when Ann Julianna discharged a
volley of statements which, piercing
his comprehension, held him transfixed
with amazement.

* I jest come from Mis' Clapp's,' said
Ann Julianna. 'Kerried her yergran'-
father's best snuff-box. The one with
Gin'ral Washin'ton's picter on the
kiver. Thet box was full of love-snuff.
I got it, yisterdy, from Hitty Sharp fer
him. Could n't git a chance ter tell ye
'bout it las' night.'

Leander bent forward eagerly.

'Did she accept it, Ann Julianna?'
he demanded.

Ann Julianna gave a sniff that sound-
ed like the snap of a trigger.

'Accept it? I ruther guess she did!
Took a pinch of it ter once. She
knowed what 't was well ^nough. Any
woman, 'specially a widder woman,
knows thet when a man gives her snuff
it's gin'rally love-snuff.*

Leander knitted his brow thought-

'He probably won't pop the question
till he thinks the snuff has had time to
work,' he said.

'Hitty allowed *t would take a week
ter git from the head ter the heart,'
rejoined Ann Julianna. 'But bless yer
stars, Leander, Mis' Clapp don't need
no witch-work ter make her fancy yer
gran'father. She's ben ready ter marry
him ever sence them cattle dumped
him an' his kitchen cheer head over

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heels at her feet. Ter-morrer I've got
ter go ter Hitty agin. This time it's
fer a charm ter make ye fall in love
with Esther. Yer gran'father's sot on
hevin* her fer a step-darter an' a gran'-
darter-in-law, too.'

Leander gazed at his companion in
astonishment. Then he burst into a
peal of hearty laughter.

*Sh-h,' cautioned Ann Julianna. 'I
\e ben gone a long time an', like ez
not, he's out lookin' fer me. I better
go now.'

As she spoke she began to creep cau-
tiously along a narrow foot path, peer-
ing through the bushes with the wary
eyes of a scout. Leander smothered his
mirth and, shouldering an axe that lay
on the ground, strode away in an oppo-
site direction.

Mr. Sims sank down on a fallen tree

* I knowed it ! ' he exclaimed hoarsely.
*I knowed thet ef Ezry hed ary dealin's
with Hit Sharp she'd cut him a caper.
I warned him, but he would n't hear ter
me a secont. Massiful George! Ter
think of him a-plannin' ter marry Mis'
Clapp. Eel grease! Sweet ile of wid-
der's tongue is the name of the rem'dy
thet's made him young agin.'

He drew a handkerchief from his
pocket and wiped the beads of perspir-
ation from his forehead.

*What'd I oughter do?' he rumin-
ated anxiously. *I come nigh a-tellin'
ter-day, an' I should ef I hed n't ben
afeered Hit an' her cat might do me
a harm. When I thought how mad
they'd be, my tongue cluv ter the ruff
of my mouth. An' yit, here's Ezry a-
stannin' right afoul of a turrible dan-
gerous pit, an' there don't seem ter be
nobuddy ter yank him oflPn the aidge
but me. I dunno what I be a-goin' ter

He rose heavily to his feet and again
plodded on his way.

During the following week Simeon

Sims was a very unhappy man. His
appetite deserted him and sleep refused
to visit his pillow. Mrs. Sims, consid-
ering that he had 'a tech of hypochon-
dry,' brewed various doses of *arb
drink,' all of which he swallowed un-
complainingly, for not even to his wife
could he unburden his tortured soul.
But a reaction came, at last, as it usu-
ally does come. On the sixth morning,
after a restless, nightmare-haunted
night, he arose, pale and haggard, but
with the exalted look of a hero on his

* I 'm a-goin' ter tell him,' he exclaim-
ed. * 'T ain't neighborly, ner Christian-
like, ter keep silunt. An', ef Hit in-
jures me, I got ter stan' it like ary
other martyr.'

Leander had just started down the
road to pasture the cows when Simeon
reached the Crane barnyard. Long be-
fore he opened the gate he was startled
by the deep bass tones of Grandfa-
ther's voice as they boomed melodi-
ously upon the still summer air.

* Ef a buddy meet a buddy

A-comin* thr-rough the rye,
Ef a buddy kiss a buddy
Need a buddy cr-ry ? *

*Gosh all hemlock!' murmured Sim-
eon, *I'm afeered I'm too late.'

' Ev'ry lassie hez her laddie,
Nane, they say, hev — *

The ballad ceased suddenly as the
spectre-like face of his visitor appeared
before Grandfather's vision.

*Cricky!' cried the startled singer.
* What's the matter? Is your bam
burnt down?'

Mr. Sims walked into the kitchen.

* Ezry,' he said solemnly, * I think it 's
my duty ter tell ye suthin' thet hez
laid like a stun on my mind ever sence
I heered it. I tried ter tell ye las' week,
but I was belt back from doin' it. Yer
tryin' ter spark the Widder Clapp.
Wal, the Widder Clapp is ole Jed

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Weeden's youngest darter. She come
here from Tiverton because she mar-
ried a Tiverton man. An' her darter
Esther is the gal thet Leander's ben
a-wantin' all along. Folks said he was
arfter Rufe Weeden's darter Lucreshy,
but they was mistaken. He was run-
nin' over ter Freetown ter see this
Esther who was visitin' Lucreshy. I
proph'sied thet Hit Sharp would work
more evil than good on ye» an' my
proph'cy hez come true.*

Grandfather began to beat up some
batter in a bowl that stood on the

* Much obleeged ter ye, Sim3am, I 'm
shore,' he replied, 'but I knowed all
this before.*

Simeon sat down in a chair suddenly.

^ICnowed all this before 1* he re-
peated. 'Knowed all this before!*

'Sartin,* said Grandfather calmly.
'Esther come an' told me four or five
days ago. A mighty nice gran'darter-
in-law I affairm she'll make. She see
thet me an' her ma was kinder carstin'
sheep's eyes ter one another, an' she
knowed, from Leander, thet I did n't
favior the Weedens none. Leander
knowed I never had no opinion of ole
Jed So she come over ter see me, on
the sly, an' up an' out with the hull
story. Would n't practice no deceit
even ter kitch Leander.*

Simeon rubbed his bewildered eyes.

'An* yer a-goin* ter marry Jed Wee-
den's darter?' he cried.

'I be,' Grandfather answered, stir-
ring the batter briskly.

Mr. Sims groaned.

'Ezry, yer bewitched,* he said husk-
ily. 'Hit Sharp hez d'luded ye with
magic. Bimeby ye'U be b'wailin* ter
me thet she's made a fool of ye.*

' I 'U resk it,' Grandfather responded.
•Clarissy — thet*8» Mis* Clapp, Mis'
Crane thet is ter be — is ez fine a wo-
man ez ye'U find in all Bristol Coimty,

or out on't. We're goin* ter hev a
double weddin*, an' I want ye should
come, bein' ez ye hed a hand in makin*
the match.*

Mr. Sims made a final effort to break
the spell which he was convinced sur-
rounded his friend.

'Ezry,' he said, 'what be ye a-goin'
ter do ef yer wife should set out ter
bile corned skunk?'

'Taste on't an' see how I like it,*
Grandfather returned promptly. 'Cla-
rissy says she thinks I'll relish it. Ann
Julianna et some, once, an' she ad-
mired it.'

Simeon's righteous wrath biuist forth.

'It's a true sayin' thet thar ain't no
fool like an ole fool,' he exclaimed,
springing from his chair. 'Hit, an' Le-
ander, an' thet Ann Julianna hev all on
*em manoovered ye jest ez they want-
ed ter. Thet thar Ann Julianna is ez
desateful a little critter ez ever I rim
acrost. Ye think she's ben a-workin'
in yer in'trust, but I kin tell ye thet
she was a-holpin' Leander along all
she could.'

Grandfather chuckled.

'Ann Julianna is the most faculized
young one thet I ever see,' he an-
swered. ' I wisht I could send her over
ter Europe ter tackle ole Bonn3rparty.
I ruther guess thet she'd out-gin'ral
him. Ye don't onderstand her gifts.
An*, ez fer Hitty, ef she hain*t fetched
me good luck I dunno what — '

'I*m a-goin' hum,' interrupted Sim-
eon grimly, 'an' the nex' time thet I
mix er meddle in ary ole wid'wer's love
messes ye jest lemme know it. I'm
done with 'em.'

Grandfather followed him to the

'I affairm, Simyim,* he said, 'thet's
the most sensible idee thet I've heerd
ye advance this momin'. Wal, good-
bye. The weddin' is sot fer the fust
day of October.*

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I HAVX been greatly an
article with this title in a recent magpi-
zine,^ in which the writer seeks to show
that there is a glaring logical inconsist-
ency in the conduct of those who favor
a large measure of social control in eco-
nomic affairs, and are less disposed to
submit to such control in matters of

He points out that the change from
mediseval feudalism to modem indus-
trialism was a change *from a social
concept of life to an individualistic con-
cept of life/ — in Sir Henry Maine's
phrase, 'from status to contract/ With
this was evolved the doctrine of Lais-
sez-faire, enunciated by the economists
of the first half of the nineteenth cen-
tury. Parallel with this he discovers a
similar tendency in religion. 'When
the rest of thought beoune individ-
ualistic in this way, religion, as one
who perceives the unity of life might
expect, became individimlistic, too. . . .
The man who thought that he ought to
be allowed by society to do as he saw
fit, also, as a matter of course, thought
that he should be permitted to believe
as he saw fit.*

It may perhaps be questioned
whether the tendency to individualism
in religion was an outgrowth of the
economic tendency. The Reformation
considerably antedated the French Re-
volution, and it might be maintained
that the movement in the world of
thought was the cause rather than the

t See the AiUaUus for May, 1914.
VOL. U4' NO. 8

effect of the movement in the indus-
trial world.

Not to insist on this, however, it is
true that both these movements were
taking place simultaneously; that the
individual found his importance great-
ly enhanced, in both the economic and
the religious realm, at the end of the
eighteenth century. It is also true that
this has resulted, in the religious world,
in a great multiplication of sects; but
the report of this process which the es-
sayist offers is not accurate. *The one
thing,* he says, 'which held people to-
gether was their devotion to a com-
mon fetich-book, the Bible. When at
length modem scientific criticism had
torn the Bible from its fetich-throne
and restored it to its proper place, the
state of religion became plain as a
state of anarchy.' The historical fact
appears to be quite otherwise. The de-
votion to a common fetich-book has
been the principal cause of the multipli-
cation of sects. They are all based on
Biblical interpretation, and all assume
Biblical infallibility. Since modem
scientific criticism has begun to get a
hearing, the tendency to division has
been checked, and movements toward
unity have been gaining strength.

It is also true that within the last
quarter of a century this individual-
istic philosophy has been subjected
to sharp criticism by economists and
publicists, and that Laissez-faire has
ceased to be regarded as a panacea for
all social ills. It is becoming evident
that the individual does not come to
himself in isolation; that, in truth, he


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lives and moves and has his being in
the social group. The philosophy which
makes him central is seen to be a de-
fective explanation of the facts of life.
For this reason there has been a move-
ment toward a larger measure of social
construction. That function of the
state which in the preamble of our na-
tional constitution is described as the
'promotion of the general welfare,' has
been greatly accentuated. In our
closely packed urban populations the
fact is recognized that not only health
and education, but many of the eco-
nomic needs of life such as water, light,
and transportation, are common needs,
and can best be supplied by the co-
operative action of the community.
There is, no doubt, a strong tendency
to increase the amount of economic co-
operation; this is the socialistic tend-
ency. That there are limits to its suc-
cessful extension is the belief of many;
and if so, the great question of practical
statesmanship is the question where
the line should be drawn between so-
cial cooperation and individual initia-
tive. But that the area of social co-
operation has already been greatly
extended, and is likely to be still more
extended in the future, is not to be

This process is described as a reac-
tion, — as *a return to a social empha-
sis.* Is it a reaction? Is it a tendency
toward feudalism? With Mr. Ruskin
the revolt from Laissez-faire took that
form; but is it true of those whose sym-
pathies are with progressive or social-
istic policies? I do not so understand
it. I should doubt if the feudalistic
state could rightly be characterized as
putting a social emphasis on the facts
of life. At any rate we are not going
back to any such forms of social con-
trol as those which prevailed in Europe
two hundred years ago.

The present social movement, as it
looks to me, is not a reaction, but an

advance. We are not going back to
something we have left behind, we are
going forward to something better than
we have ever known. Are we not, in-
deed, proving the truth of the Hegelian
triad, — of a progress from simplicity,
through complexity, to unity? The
status of feudalism has been broken up
by the individualism of contract, and
that is now being superseded by the
higher imity of a true commonwealth.
It may be that there are those among
the Socialists who would establish a
collectivism so rigid that all individual-
ity would be suppressed; that indeed is
the peril to which all socialistic schemes
are exposed. That would be practi-
cally a return to the status of feudal-
ism. But we may be sure that such a
programme as this will not succeed; we
shall never relinquish the substance of
the freedom we have won. Instead of
going back to the uniformity which
was secured by the suppression of the
individual, we shall go iorwa^rd, through
the realization of individuality ^ to the
unity which is won by consenting wills.
And the only way in which that unity
can be realized, is by the free consent of
individuals. It cannot be established
by any kind of pressure. Neither the
militant suffragettes nor the Industrial
Workers of the World can show us the
way to it. Their paths lead us straight
away from it. Their methods would,
indeed, drive us back to the bondage
from which we have escaped; but we
shall not return.


Such seems to me the rationale of
progress in the economic realm. Is
there, now, any analogy between the
movements in this realm, and the
movements in the religious realm? It
is urged that whereas these movements
ought, logically, to go forward pari
passUf they are in fact failing to keep

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step; and that this implies, on the part
of those who are trying to keep along
\(rith both of them, either muddle-
headedness or insincerity. I hear, it
said that while in economics there is a
decided reversion to the principle of so-
cial control, in religion that principle is
flatly rejected. I read, for instance, in
a late periodical, these sentences: *The
strange, the almost startling incongru-
ity about our modern situation is that
the same people who ineist on the right of
democracy to control all individuals eco-
nomicaUy, are the very ones who are loud-
est in their demands thai the democracy
control no individual religiously.^

The italics are not mine. Let us con-
sider this. I find myself correctly de-
scribed as holding in substance both
these sets of opinions, and yet I have
been, hitherto, wholly unconscious of
any incongruity between them, and
was not aware that I was 'indulging in
one of the most remarkable feats of
mental gymnastics ever known in the
history of man.'

I should desire, indeed, to phrase
a little differently the demand first
named. It may be that there are those
who insist on the right of democracy to
control all individuals in all parts of
their economic action, but not many
intelligent Socialists make any such de-
mand. We all agree that the democra-
cy shall control us all in some parts of
our economic action. The democracy
will insist on directing the methods
by which some considerable part of our
gains shall be spent. It will compel us
to pay our taxes. It has always done
so. We agree that it has a right to do
so. And most of us agree that it may
limit considerably the methods by
which our gains may be made. It will
not permit us to make money by coun-
terfeiting or swindling, or highway rob-
bery, or selling adulterated food.

It is true, however, that most of the
action of the democracy referred to.

which touches our economic interests,
consists not so much in controlling or
attempting to control our economic ac-

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