I've had no answer to the last two letters I wrote her, though the check in the second one was cashed with the other check.
Is she sick?
Let me know at once or I'll come there and see for myself.
You promised you would let me know when she needed things.
I will expect to hear from you before the 10th.
No you'd better wire me at once.
You are opening my letters to her.
I know that as well as if I were looking at you.
You'd better wire me at once about her to this address."
About that time Earl started yelling at Job, so I put them away and went over to try to put some life into him.
What this country needs is white labor.
Let these dam trifling niggers starve for a couple of years, then they'd see what a soft thing they have.
Along toward ten oclock I went up front.
There was a drummer there.
It was a couple of minutes to ten, and I invited him up the street to get a dope.
We got to talking about crops.
"There's nothing to it," I says. "Cotton is a speculator's crop.
They fill the farmer full of hot air and get him to raise a big crop for them to whipsaw on the market, to trim the suckers with.
Do you think the farmer gets anything out of it except a red neck and a hump in his back?
You think the man that sweats to put it into the ground gets a red cent more than a bare living," I says.
"Let him make a big crop and it wont be worth picking; let him make a small crop and he wont have enough to gin.
And what for? so a bunch of dam eastern jews I'm not talking about men of the jewish religion," I says. "I've known some jews that were fine citizens.
You might be one yourself," I says.
"No," he says. "I'm an American."
"No offense," I says. "I give every man his due, regardless of religion or anything else.
I have nothing against jews as an individual," I says. "It's just the race.
You'll admit that they produce nothing.
They follow the pioneers into a new country and sell them clothes."
"You're thinking of Armenians," he says, "aren't you.
A pioneer wouldn't have any use for new clothes."
"No offense," I says. "I dont hold a man's religion against him."
"Sure," he says. "I'm an American.
My folks have some French blood, why I have a nose like this.
I'm an American, all right."
"So am I," I says. "Not many of us left.
What I'm talking about is the fellows that sit up there in New York and trim the sucker gamblers."
"That's right," he says. "Nothing to gambling, for a poor man.
There ought to be a law against it."
"dont you think I'm right?" I says.
"Yes," he says. "I guess you're right.
The farmer catches it coming and going."
"I know I'm right," I says. "It's a sucker game, unless a man gets inside information from somebody that knows what's going on.
I happen to be associated with some people who're right there on the ground. They have one of the biggest manipulators in New York for an adviser.
Way I do it," I says, "I never risk much at a time.
It's the fellow that thinks he knows it all and is trying to make a killing with three dollars that they're laying for.
That's why they are in the business."
Then it struck ten.
I went up to the telegraph office.
It opened up a little, just like they said.
I went into the corner and took out the telegram again, just to be sure.