The Nonpartisan Leader Newspaper, April 6, 1916, Page 10

TEN - Here Is Crafty’s La ~ RAFTY met Slipry and Dodger C in the lobby of the Pickem hotel. He was in good spirits and greet- ed them warmly, even enthusiastic- ally. After an exchange of felicita- tions the three took the elevator up to headqnrarters. “Now,” sgid Crafty, leaning over the table and talking confidentially. “I think I'm on the right trail. T told you I had other caxds up my sleeve— and good ones tco, I’ve got one here that cannot fail to bring results.” Slipry looked at him dubiously and cast a sly wink at Dodger. The wink was not so sly but that Crafty saw it, however, and it riled him a little. His face flushed and his beady eyes snapped. “You don’t have to believe it unless you want to,” he roared, almost peev- ishly, “but I’ll show you it will work. “It’ll work just like that,” and he snapped his finger, a weak fat snap. “Ill show these rubes that they can’t run this country. I don’t care if they do constitute more than 80 per cent of the voters of the state. They are incapable, incompetent and unfit to run the state. What de they know ‘about making laws? Nothing; absolutely nothing!” “0, 1 agree with you on all that,” said Slipry, “but it looks to me like they arve goin’ to have a trial at it, unless you can pull a better card from your sleeve than you have so far.” At this, Crafty winced and Dodger turned his head and bit his lip and smiled. . Crafty sat still and fumed, for he was galled under the lash of satire. “Of course,” continued Slipry, “I'm not saying that it can’t be. done and I'm not saying that you can’t do it but I amn saying that you will have to get busy and I hope all you say is true—I surely do,—but we’re off the subject, so show us that latest card, that sure enough goat getter, as you call it.” Crafty was almost out of the notion to divulge his new scheme. He had resented the friendly joking of Slipry and was disappointed that he was not taken more seriously. But encourag- ed by the earnest appeals of Dodger he launched forth. CRAFTY DIVULGES SCHEME T DPOWN THE LEAGUE “Wel:, neye's the scheme,” he said, “There are several fairly respectable and decent papers in this state—pa- pers: that have been classified. as pro- gressive—papers that play-upon the moral strings. What we want to do is to raise some moral issues; like that of prohibition or religion and get those papers to harping on them.: “Because of the h:él standard of these papers. they will have: an influ- ence. A paper that is knewn to be T\ with us has no prestige with ‘the \ oe0 THE NONPARTISAN LEADER “Out of the Way, and Let Somebody Run That Can Run” — - | ELECTION AvE Bribe Some Paper to Kick Up the Dust; But Slipry Doesn’t Think Much of It farmers and it is useless to have them publish anything against the League. The farmers won’t believe it. But there are papers in this state in which the farmers have confidence. It is them that we must get.” “Ah forget it,” said Slipry in dis- gust. You're dreamin’ Crafty. rl!‘ha’c has heen tried alveady and failed. Just a few weeks ago a paper publish- ed up in the northeastern part of the state, a paper with a large circulation and an extensive influence, too. It recently published a long tirade at- tacking the officers of the League and charging that the organization was hooked up with the Personal Liberty league and was determined to re- establish the saloons in this state. It put up pretty plausible arguments too. “But it never went across. On the | : COOPERATION | “‘Help one another,’ the snowflakes said, As they huddled down in their fleecy bed, ‘One of us here would not be: felt; One of us here would quickly melt; But Pl help you and you help me, And then, what a big white drift we’ll be! “‘Help one another,” the maple spray - Said to his fellow leaves one day. ‘The sun would wither me here alone, Long, long ere the day is gone; But I'll help you and you help me, And then, what a splendid shade there’ll be?’ “‘Help one another,’ the dewdrop cried, Seeing another drop close by its side; ‘The warm south breeze would dry me away, And I should be gone ere noon today; But I’ll help you and you help me, And we’ll make a brook run. to the sea.’ “‘Help. one anather,’ a grain of sand Said to another, just at hand; . . - -~ ‘The wind may carry me over the sea, And then, O what would become of me? But come, my brother, give me your hand! We'll build a mountain, and there we’ll stand.’ “And so the snowflakes grow to drifts, The grains of sand to mountains, The leaves become a pleasarnt shade, The dewdrops feed the fountains. “‘Help one another is the proper plan, Said a good farmer to his fellow-man; One. of us here would scarce be heard. No state by-individual effort ever was stirred. So Flli help. you and you help. me, We'll show the politicians what real farmers can be.”’ 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 (L XX ] e £ 29000000000 ON THE JOB AT ENGLEVALE. H We are onr the job dewn here. Those whe refused to lis- H _ten to the organizer are now asking questions, and are inter- . ested in the movement. Let US elect a governor for North H . Dakota this next year. It will simplify things, and ¥ have no : deubt we will do it.—E. R. GUTHIE, Englevale. . 20000000000.000000000000000000000000000000002000000000 _thing to stick to,”-retorted S ] st Plan contrary it reacted on the paper. Be- fore one day had passed different farimers besgan to call on the editor and order their paper stopped and wanting to know “how much he was getting for that kind of article,” Others wrote letters in demanding their subscription price retuined and abusing the editor like sin. At League meetings resolutions were passed condemning the paper and protests signed by dozens of farmers were fired into the office denouncing the conduct of the paper in the sever- est terms.” SLIPRY SHOWS DANGER OF FIGHTING FARMERS “What did the editor do?” asked asked Crafty, all interest. “Do? What could he do? The wise thing for him to do is te crumple up like a paper balloon. It’s foalish- ness to go up against that organiza- tion at this time. A man is liable to find himself hunting a job. I'll tell you these farmers ars on the war path. They’ve also had a taste of victory now and for the first time in their lives they feel and realize their power and they have found that their power is great—very great.” “Do you believe all that bunk, Dodger ?” asked Crafty. “Believe it? I know it. It’s as true as gospel. I've told you that from the beginning. Of couzzc you don’t belieye it nor you don’t have to —but ‘the time will come when you will,” Crafty was in a rage by this time. He was breathing hard and his cyes were flashing fire. It was clear that the big boss was dying hard. You fellows are a lot of damned pikers,” he roared, slamming his fist down on _the table, “a lot of cold- footed pikers, thats what yon are, You haven’t-got nerve; you won’t stick——" CRAFTY IN A RAGE DRIVES FOLLOWERS. QUT “We'll stick: as long. as there’s any- t lipry in: a huff. “An’ we may be pikers: alright an’ we may have cold feet; too, but we also know when we’re licked an’ that's more’n you know, Mr. Will B. Crafty. I just as soon be a cold-footed fool as a bullheaded fool, in. fact I had rather because then I save my head——" “Shut up;” thundered . Crafty. “Get out'n here an’ do it quick,” he arose and pointing to the door. - .‘(?h we'll get out alvight, but we - won't. run,” replied Sligry coolly, at the same time waving Crafty. to: take his seat. Crafty reeled under his in- toxication of anger. : Slipry and Dedger arose, picked up Jheir hats, looked longingly at the bex of cigars and passed out of the door and went chuekling down the hall.