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Nephi L. Morris's Article: "WHY CAN NOT THE REPULCW AND' I
PROGRESSIVE PARTIES GET TOGETHER?" NeSfrweek
VOL. XXII. Twelfth Year SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, AUGUST 23, 1913 5 Cents the Copy No. 19 H
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WHY DIDN'T THEY DO IT!
When the slate Republican convention pro-
( pare'd its pledge to the people it promised with
all the solemnity possible that 11 would place
Utah in line with the olnor stales providing for
the election of United States senators by direct
vote of the people.
The Republicans controlled the legislature
absolutely. And yet they didn't make a move to
redeem that pledge. And now the state will
have to pay the cost of an extra session, in
order that the national law may be observed in
Utah.
The breaking, of pledges is wrong, oven in
politics.
ir your name should chance to be DIggs,
. Or any relation or Plggs,
And you're caught with the goods
In your amorous moods,
Fcs"s up like a man, and take what's coming to you,
and don't blame the girl.
"GRACIA, A SOCIAL TRAGEDY."
Tho objection to the book "Gracia" must bo
thai it is common. So is life. So is love. So
is sunshine and air and light and darkness, and
everything of value in tho world.
Tho book looks as if it had boon offered to
many publishers, and had boon declined by
thorn until tho author was forced into one of tho
houses not recognized as of tho oloct ono of
tho heterodox, as it woro. For Charles H. Kerr
has long been recognised, whero known at all,
as a publisher of reform or advanced sociological
matorial in and out of book form. And tho
moohanical appoaranco of tho book is preten
tious beyond the realization of its engraving,
JH printing, paper and binding.
9 But tho story is thoro, and tho mannor as
S well as the matter is preserved in tho book. No
one would call Frank Everett Plummor a great
poet. But no one who carefully reads this
record of a girl's life and her love will tlcny that
the story is told in verse of a 'high quality, that
tho imagery is true, and that in many plac'es.thc
composition rises to the region o ipally
groat. There is nothing trivial unclean
about it, in the sense that men and women of
I'torary taste need avoid its reading. But there
is excellent reason why they should road it, and
especially why their daughters should do so.
Mothers who do not warn their daughters
when the maternal aye sees impending danger
warn them in love and without accusation or
suspicion will find in this little book much of
rebuke and of correction.
I think tho saddest tears that over fall
From human oyes upon this tear-drenched earth
Are those by mothers shed for ruined girls.
Weep, mother, weep. In sorrow dost thou eat
The bitter fruit of thine own carelessness.
Couldst thou not see the signs of growing love?
Didst thou not know that inoxperioncod youth
Confides, believes, and has no will to hold
Life's battlements against a wily foe?
Why didst thou, mother, not protect thy child?
And tho, oh father, where wert thou the while
Thy giru was tutorod in life's mysteries.
By ono unknown save by his polished mein?
Thy child is victim of thy heedlessness.
There is a compelling tribute to motherhood
oven in the soul and from the lips of a girl
whoso child came unfathered into the world.
And, indeed, the very misfortune makes for the
pathos and the impressivenoss of this passage.
0 sister, none but mothers know the sweet
Contented lovo that fills tho heart when one's
Own babo, with quiet yet responsive life,
Is clinging gently to the willing breast.
0 mother love, that fount unpoisoned yotl
Conventionality, which deadens all
Tt touches into artificial fraud,
May thrust tho woman out, but can not framo
The laws for mothers' hearts. I loved my child,
An outcast though I was, and it my shame.
No shame indeed, where God shall be the judge.
Ts motherhood not honorable? Is there
Condition that can make of it a wrong?
Oh. say it not, but stand for God and ricrht.
Dofond tho truth. Ignore tho social guild.
Contemn all laws that nature contravene.
Bring all to harmonize with God's decrees.
Oh, make it good for children to bo born.
Give royal wolcomo to tho little ones.
But her baby diod, and Gracia, driven from
homo, her mother passed fi n earth, found life
a vory hard and bitter thing until she grow
hard and bitter hersolf, liko the world she con
fronted. And then, scorned of her lover, hungry,
desolato, discouraged, sho onlorod a life of jH
shamo. m
Sho looked at tho problem with level eyes,
later, in telling her story, for she says: jH
But woman loses more, is more disgraced. M
Man is the baser metal, and the stains H
And soiluro scarcely serve to tarnish him, il
For ho is nearer carlti, and earthfier. 'B
But woman, jostled from her saorcd place, M
Hor purity and innocence onco marred, H
Must fall so far; and spots on her fine gold M
Look grosser still, and vastly uglier. jB
Her throne forsaken once, is not rogained. M
Aye, more: She knows not any pause in sin. M
Thon sho saw her former lovor ono day. Ho fl
was riding in honored ease and perfect luxury M
by the side of a woman evidently his wife. And M
Gracia went straight to a shop and bought a M
dagger. Sho put hersolf in his way, and he saw M
hor. Then ho hunted her up, in tho palace M
of sin whore sho had lodged hersolf. Then shp M
upbraided him, andloft him a moment with tho M
dnggor within his reacn, and ho killed himself. m
Tho girl, arrosted ' nd charged with his murder,
could make no accepted dofonso. She was con- M
victod and sentenced to imprisonment for hfo
And it is to a Sistor of Charily who visits hor H
that sho tells the story which should have a
boiler use, certainly, than while away an hour m
of tho roader's time. It ought to have a message M
for every girl. It ought to have a lesson for jH
'every mother in the land. M
And it wouldn't hurt tho fathers to have H
thoir conscioncos stirred, oithor. HP
Tho trouble with Ilucrta, 'tis cloar, H
is a mlxturo or ambition and roar. B
K ho has enough sonse H
To bo worth thirty ponce, H
IIo'll wolcomo Miss Peace whllo sho's noar. jP
DID YOU EVER DIG A WELL? M
I don't got much good out of tho story of H
Abraham, thoro in tho Bible. Maybe ho was the H
best they could produce at the timo, but there H
are a good many blowholes in his character, H
considered as a model. He had a bad habit of B
palming off his wife as his sister and white- H
slaving hor to any Pharoah or king that seem- H
ed to bo impressed by her peculiar stylo of H
beauty. But Abraham did one good thing. H
Ho digged wells. H
For the greater part of his hfo ho dwelt in H
what wo would call a desert land. It wasn't H
liko Tooolo county, for it lacked the sagebrush
and tho soil. But it was liko in dotail that both
noed water. And that is why my partner and I H
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