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LET’S GO!
The city ordinance granting the Madison street fran
chise to the Tucson, Phoenix and Tidewater Railroad has
been approved by a big majority of the citizens of Phoe
nix. Now, we shall loot: forward to the construction of
that main line railroad. Phoenix no longer is a flag sta
tion, but a division point on the T. P. & T,
Let’s use our imagination and assume that we have
the main line. Buy up all the vacant lots you can, be
fore they advance in price. Build all the rent houses
your money will permit you to build. Spend your money
judiciously and watch Phoenix grow. Now is the time,
let’s go!
Things are beginning to open up and prosperity is
just around the corner, says Babson. Meanwhile, banks
are closing their doors, merchants are going bankrupt,
big corporations are going into the hands of receivers
and calamity howlers are everywhere in evidence. In
the face of all this, it is a little hard for the average in
dividual to believe Mr. Babson’s statement.
Fashion decrees that women’s dresses should be
only six inches from the ground. Some of our young
girls don’t seem to know this. Knee skirts are out of
style, ladies. Let ’em drop. Speaking for the men, we
feel safe in saying that we have seen enough.
The whooping, singing-mourning, whinning minister
is still in demand in several of our churches where a
noisy pulpit and a noisy pew are considered evidences of
the presence of the Holy Spirit. But, God, it is said, was
in the “still small voice.”
To the business and professional man, Benjamin
Franklin says: “You Keep Advertising and Advertis
ing Will Keep You.” We suggest that you tell your
story in The Phoenix Tribune, Arizona’s Leading News
paper. Selah.
A woman with her hair beautifully arranged, her
gown fitting to perfection, and her shoes either soiled or
unpolished, furnishes a peculiar kind of amusement to
the onlooker.
The tangled affairs of Ben Rice, former Phoenix
merchant reminds us of what the immortal Shakepeare
said about “these mortals.”
Some people spend more time talking about how
much work they have to do, than they spend doing the
work.
The famous barber shop orators, who discuss base
ball and inmaginarv politics, are having their day during
this warm season.
The man who is working has little time to talk,
that is, if he hopes to make a finished job if it.
Phoenix must and will have a colored men’s branch
of the Y. M. C. A.
Some peolpe talk so much they don’t say ANY
THING.
The hand that rocks the cradle, rules what’s in it—
sometimes.
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Week Day Sermonette
By H. T. S. Johnson,
Interrracial Secretary for Oklahoma
CHRIST’S LAW AND HOW TO KEEP IT.
“Always carry one another’s burdens, and so obey
the whole of Chrit’s law.”—Gal. 6:2. The Jews when
Jesus was on earth, were very strict observers of the
law of Moses. In fact, they gave so much attention to
the observance of the letter of the law that they often
lost sight of its significance. Jesus came and made it
unnecessary for them to bother about memorizing so
much of the law. To love God supremely and one’s
neighbors as one’s self, according to Jesus’ teaching, is
to keep every requirement of the “law and the pro
phets.” Christ, therefore, has only one law and that
law is love. His law consisting of only one word consti
tutes a rule of conduct that would make useless all
law, all courts and all places of punishment. The weak
would have no occasion for complaint against the strong;
the ignorant against the wise; the poor against the rich;
the honest against the dishonest; nor the black man
against the white man. The Apostle Paul in the text
shows how the love of Christ, a panacea for all ills, may
be obtained. “Always carry one another’s burdens, and
so obey the whole of Christ’s law.
Obeying the command to “always carry one anoth
er’s burdens” is the only way to build love, Christ’s law,
into our lives. We value things in proportion as they
cost us. The same rule applies with reference to “one
another.” If mothers love children more than fathers
do, it is not because they have greater capacity for lov
ing, but because the children cost them more pain, pa
tience, anxiety and toil. A man never ceases to love the
family to which he is giving whole-hearted support. It
is only when he does not carry that burden that his af
fections lodge somewhere else and desertion becomes
possible. Woman’s independence of man’s support has
more to do with the prevalence of divorce in this day
than anything else.
Opportunities for “carrying one another’s burdens”
are so abundant that no one needs to look for them.
Exerv clay, everywhere we can find:
1. The burdened individual. The problem of ad
justing one’s self to his enviorment is fraught with many
burdens. Sometimes they result in tragedy and some
times in heroic living. Many a suicide would have been
averted if someone by kind word or deed had lifted the
burden which bore so heavily upon the victim. Young
women, burdened with sins committed while conscience
slept; young men burdened with the embarrassment of
financial loss or social disgrace; men and women of all
ages and races, wrestling with religious doubt, furnish
us opportunities every day to help bear some perplexed
and dejected person’s burden.
2. The burdened family. No homes regardless of
wealth or station, is free from the multitudious burdens
which afflict family life. The rich and socially great do
not have to struggle for existence and place in society,
yet they may have problems of character that burden
infinitely more. The poor, in addition to the daily grind,
may also be burdened with character problems that you
can help to lift. Because every family has economic, so
cial, moral or spiritual burden to lift, opportunities for
service in that regard await every one of us.
3. The burdened race. And we would have you
know that the Negro is not the only burdened race. The
Anglo-Saxon carries greater burdens than the Negro or
anybody else. That is due to his prominence. Leader
ship is always burdened with responsibilities. But, the
heaviest load on the Anglo-Saxon’s mind and heart is not
constructive leadership. It is the problem of recognizing
and maintaining “white supremacy,” and at the same
time being “a big brother to all other races.” Deep
down in the heart of the average white man is the dis
position to deal more kindly than he does with other
races, even the Negro. Because he fears that an abso
lutely square deal toward these peoples will be mistaken
for an admission of their equality with him, he main
tains an attitude toward them that, in his heart of hearts,
he condemns. This of necessity gives the average white
man a burdened conscience.
So, I repeat, the Negro is not the only burdened'
race. Hard as the oppression of race prejudice may be,
it is a burden put on us by others -and weighs much less
than the burden an accusing conscience puts on the op
pressor. Let me plead with men and women of my race,
not to add to the oppression others put on us the burden
of an offended conscience. Whatever else may be our
handicap, let us not be guilty of hating. Thoughts of
hatred distort our minds, embitter our spirits and de
stroy the image of God within us.
Burdens borne unselfishly remind us so much of the
“Man of Galilee” that we should not only accept them,
but count it a signal honor and high privilege to be like
Him.
Home From Missouri Antioch Baptist Church
Mr. and Mrs. Webster Davis and (11th St and Washington)
son returned this week from a C. A. Gilmore, pastor. Residence, 429
month’s vacation spent in Kansas City East Washington. Phone 2643. Sun
with relatives. They report a very day school at 9:30 a. m. Preaching at
delightful trip. 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. B. Y. P. U. at
* * * 6:30 p. m. Prayer meeting Wednes-
To The Coast day evening. Bible study every Sun-
Mrs. Nelson Green left a few days day at 3 p. m.
ago for a brief visit with friends in —— .
California. C. M. E. Church
~ -- - ■ i Corner Seventh street and Jefferson.
FURNISHED ROOMS—Large, com- M. Thompson, pastor. Residence, 112
sortable rooms, cool, clean and con- South Seventh street. Phone 4869.
venient. Right In town. Reasonable Sunday school at 10 a. m. Preaching
rates. Apply 428 East Jefferson -Mrs. at 11 a m. and 8 p. m. Bpworth
S. Bradford, Manager, “Cap,” pro- League at 6:80 p. m. Teachers’
prletor. meeting every Wednesday evening.
THE PHOENIX TRIBUNE—ALWAYS IMPROVING
The Cross-Cut
(Continued from last issue)
of the ugly poison-laden drugs she
brewed —some one who now was
doomed to die and to Ue In a quick
lime grave! Carefully Fairchild gained
his feet; then, as silently as possible,
he made for the rickety stairs, stop
ping now and again to listen for dis
covery from below. But it did not
■ come; the insane woman was chanting
louder than ever now. Fairchild went
on.
He felt his way up the remaining
stairs, a rat scampering before him;
he sneaked along the wall, hands ex
tended, groping for that broken door,
finally to find It. Cautiously he peered
within, striving in vain to pierce the
darkness. At last, listening Intently
for the singing from below, he drew
a match from his pocket and scratched
It noiselessly on his trousers. Then,
holding it high above his head, he
looked toward the bed —and stared in
horror!
A blood-encrusted face showed on
the slipless pillow, while across the
forehead was a jagged, red, untended
wound. The month was open, the
breathing was heavy and labored.
The form was quite still, the eyes
closed. And the face was that of
Harry 1
CHAPTER XVII.
So this explained, after a fashion,
Harry’s disappearance. This re
vealed why the search through the
mountains had failed. This —
But Fairchild suddenly realized that
now was not a time for conjecturing
upon the past. The man on the bed
was unconscious. Incapable of helping
himself. Far below, ,a white-haired
woman, her toothless Jaws uttering
one weird chant after another, was
digging for him a quicklime grave, in
the insane belief that she was aiding
in accomplishing some miracle of im
mortality. In time —and Fairchild did
not know how long—an ill-vlsaged,
scar-faced man would return to help
her carry the inert frame of the un
conscious man below and bury it. Nor
could Fairchild tell from the conver
sation whether he even Intended to
perform the merciful act of killing the
po«r, broken being before he covered
it with acids and quick-eating lime in
a grave that soon would remove all
vestige of human identity forever.
Certainly now was not a time for
thought; it was one for action!
And for caution. Instinct told Fair
child that for the present, at least,
Rodalne must believe that Harry had
escaped unaided. There were too
many other things in which Robert
felt sure Rodaine had played a part,
too many other mysterious happenings
which must be met and coped with,
before the man of the blue-white scar
could know that finally the underling
was beginning to show fight, that at
last the crushed had begun to rise.
Fairchild bent and unlaced his shoes,
taking off also the heavy woolen
socks which protected his feet from
the biting cold. Steeling himself to
the ordeal which he must undergo, he
tied the laces together and slung the
footgear over a shoulder. Then he
went to the bed.
As carefully as possible, he wrapped
Harry In the blankets, seeking to pro
tect him in every way against the
cold. With a great effort, he lifted
him, the sick man’s frame huddled in
his arms like some gigantic baby, and
started out of the eerie, darkened
house.
The stairs—the landing—the halll
Then a query from below:
“Is that you, Roady?”
The breath pulled sharp into Fair
child’s lungs. He answered in the
best Imitation he could give of the
voice of Sqnint Rodalne:
“Yes. Go on with your digging.
Honey. I’ll be there soon.”
“And you’ll kiss me?”
“Yes. Just like I kissed you the
night our boy was bom.”
It -was sufficient. The chanting be
gan again, accompanied by the swish
of the spade as it sank into the earth
and the cludding roll of the clods as
they were thrown to one side. Fair
child gained the door. A moment more
and he staggered with his burden into
the protecting darkness of the night.
The snow crept about his ankles,
seeming to freeze them at every
touch, but Fairchild did not desist. His
original purpose must be carried out
if Rodaine were not to know—the ap
pearance that Harry had aroused him
self sufficiently to wrap the blankets
' about him and wander off by himself.
And this could be accomplished only
by the pain and cold and torture of a
barefoot trip.
Some way, by shifting the big frame
of his unconscious partner now and
then, Fairchild made the trip to the
main road and veered toward the
pumphouse of the Diamond J. mine,
running as it often did without at
tendance while the engineer made a
trip with the electric motor into the
hill. Cautiously he peered through
the windows. No one was there. Be
yond lay warmth and comfort—and a
telephone. Fairchild went within and
placed Harry on the floor. Then he
reached for the phone and called the
hospital.
“Hello I" he announced In a husky,
disguised voice. “This Is Jeb Gresham
at Georgevllle. I’ve just found a man
lying by the side of the Diamond J.
pumphouse, unconscious, with a big
cut In his head. I’ve brought him In
side. You’ll find him there; I’ve got
to go on. Looks like he’s liable to die
unless you can send the ambulance for
him.”
"We’ll make It a rush trip,” came
the answer, and Fairchild hung up the
phone, to rub his half-frozen, aching
feet a moment, then to reclothe them
in the socks and shoes, watching the
entrance of the Diamond J. tunnel as
he did so. A long minute —then he left
the pumphouse, made a few tracks In
the snow around the entrance, and
walked swiftly down the road. Fifteen
minutes later, from a hiding p:„ce at
the side of the Clear creek bridge, bs
saw the lights of the ambulance as It
swerved to the pumphouse. Out came
the stretcher. The attendants went in
search of the injured man. When they
came forth again, they bore the form
of Harry Harkins, and the heart of
Fairchild began to beat once more
with something resembling regularity.
His partner—at least such was his
hope and his prayer—was on the way
to aid and to recovery, while Squint
Rodalne would know nothing other
than that he had wandered away!
Grateful, lighter In heart than he had
been for days, Fairchild plodded along
the road in the tracks of the ambu
lance, as it headed back for town.
The news already had spread by the
time he reached there; news travels
fast in a small mining camp. Fair
child went to the hospital, and' to the
side of the cot where Harry had been
taken, to find the doctor there before
him, already bandaging the wound on
Harry’s head and looking with con
cern now and then at the pupils of
the unconscious man’s eyes.
“Are you going to stay here with
• him?” the physician asked.
“Yes,” Fairchild said, in spite of
aching fatigue and heavy eyes. The
doctor nodded.
“Good. I don’t know whether he's
going to pull through or not. Os
“I Don’t Know Whothor He’s Going to
Pull Through or Not."
course, I can’t say—but it looks to me
from his breathing and his heart ac
tion that he's not suffering as much
from this wound as he Is from some
sort of poisoning.
“We’ve given him apomorphlne (tnd
it should begin to take effect soon.
We’re using the batteries too. You
say that you’re going to be here?
That’s a help. They’re shy a nurse on
this floor tonight, and I’m having a
pretty busy time of It. I’m very much
afraid that poor old Judge Richmond's
going to lay down his cross before
morning.”
“He’s dying?” Fairchild said it with
a clutching sensation at his throat.
The physician nodded.
“There’s hardly a chance for him.”
The physician went, and Fairchild
took his place beside the bed of the
unconscious Harry, his mind divided
between concern for his faithful part
ner and the girl who, some time in
the night, must say good-by forever to
the father she loved.
Judge Richmond was dying. What
would that mean? What effect would
it have upon the engagement of Anita
and the man Fairchild hoped that she
detested? What —then he turned at
the entrance of the Interne with the
batteries.
“If you’re going to be here all
night,” said’ the white-coated indi
vidual, “it’ll help me out a lot if you’ll
use these batteries for me. Put them
on at their full force and apply them
to his cheeks, Ills hands, hie wrists and
the soles of his feet alternately. From
the way he acts, there’s some sort of
morphinic poisoning. We can’t tell
what it is—except that it acts like a
narcotic. And about the only way we
can pull him out is with these appli
cations.”
The interne turned over the bat
teries and went on about his work,
while Fairchild, hoping with his heart
that he had not placed an Impediment
in the way of Harry’s recovery by not
telling what he knew of Crazy Laura
and her concoctions, began his task.
Midnight came and early morning.
With dawn, the figure on the bed
stirred slightly and groaned. Fair
child looked up, to see the doctor Just
entering.
“I think he's regaining conscious
ness.”
“Good.” The physician brought forth
his hypodermic. “That means a bit of
rest for me. A little shot in the arm,
and he ought to be out of danger in a
few hours.”
Fairchild watched him as he boiled
the needle over the little gas jet at
the head of the cot, then dissolved a
white pellet preparatory to sending a
resusdtory fluid into Harry’s arm.
“You’ve been to Judge Richmond’s?”
he asked at last.
“Yes.” Then the doctor stepped
close to the bed. “I’ve Just closed hla
eyes—forever.”
Ten minutes later, after another ex
amination of Harry’s pupils, he was
gone, a weary, tired figure, stumbling
home to his rest —rest that might be
disturbed at any moment—the reward
of the physician. As for Fairchild, he
sat a long time in thought, striving to
find some way to send consolation to
the girl who was grieving now, strug
gling to figure a means of telling her
(Continued on page 3)
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