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Tall and erect, Colonel Todhunter
carried his spare but stalwart frame
with an ease that somewhat belied the
grizzled gray of his hair and the white
of his soldierly mustache and old fash-
ioned “imperial.” One could not easily
have failed to recognize him for just
what he was—a lineal descendant of
that colonial Virginian stock whose
grandsons followed the pioneer trail
that led from the Old Dominion. first
to North Carolina, then to Kentucky
and Tennessee and thence to Missouri,
a stock that has remained distinctive-
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tie-May Doggett was saying to me?”
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But the colonel himself shook his
head doubtfully. “There ain’t no big-
ger fool on earth, sub.” he communed
with himself, “than a healthy young 6
chap in his twenties, with a head fuller
of women than a squash is of seeds—
and just about as soft as that there
squash. too, suh. I don’t like to think <
of Tom Strickland, with Mary on one
side of him, and him lovin’ the very
ground she walks on, and Lottie-May
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THE GREENVILLE REUNION.
Dallas Times-Herald.
In the hurly-burly of this eternal
grind for the dollars, it is well to pause
at times to pay revernce to great ideals
and to our honored dead. That country
which does not revere its past, and is
not willing to say “Hat’s off to our he-
roes,” has reached a state of flippant
indifference to higher things that may
well make one tremble for its future.
Hence the state Confederate reunion at
Greenville, beginning Thursday, is an
event in which all should take part.
All cannot be there, but those absent
should be present in spirit, and should
pause awhile in their daily routine to
think of Bull Run, Shiloh, Gettysburg,
and the other immortal fields of the
One finds it rather difficult to un-
derstand how an investigation by fed-
eral special agents could have any in-
fluence on the decision of judges, as
charged by Senator Borah, provided
the jurists had nothing to conceal. An
investigation hurts no one who, like
Caesar’s wife, is above reproach, and
the judiciary, above all other offices,
shoula have this qualification.
hopeloss crimin.vis, degenerates and de-
-83 fectives, do not seem to realize thaht
The man who caught ’steen dozen
mackerel in an hour the other day out
on the jetty has got a photograph of
the catch. Upstate editors would prob-
ably be prone to scoff otherwise.' Fish
stories that would be marvels else-
where are everyday occurrences in Gal-
veston.
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her lovin’ him the way she does love
him.”
Even as he thus mused an approach-
ing figure brought a humorous grin to
Colonel Todhunter's lips. It was the
martial figure of Captain Sim Birdsong
of the Nineveh light infantry, but
without the aggressive support of his
regimentals and with dejection in ev-
ery line. Sim’s face was the tragic
perceiving that gross revenues some-
times constitute a gross injustice.
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A few years ago there were several
who predicted the overpopulation of
the earth within a century or two.
Great worldwide wars have ceased,
they said, and the birth rate is far
in excess of the death rate, what is to
prevent the world from filling up? The
speed , craze of automobilists and the
development of the aeroplane seem to
have answered the question.
reunion should be
than the meeting of
THE S. C. BECKWITH,
Agency,
Tribune Bldg., Chicago
Opposition to the tariff bill now be-
fore congress is not doing the country
any good. The decision of the major-
ity in congress has already been reach-
d in- favor of the measure, and the
mouthings of those against it count
for nothing. The business of the coun-
try will be benefited by getting the
uncertainty over.
PROLOGUE.
Ladies and gentlemen, permit
us to present Colonel Todhunter
of Missouri and his home folks.
They’re our kind of people—just
the plain, homelike, everyday
sort, you know, with whom you
can summer and winter and
whom you can get to know and
to like and to feel for when they
run into trouble. There’s plenty
of love and romance in this
story, with politics of the sort
that will never go out of date—
or let’s hope so, anyway. There’s
nothing of the problem story in
this tale of the colonel and his
friends and foes; just a plain,
straight, all the way through
story of the honest, old fashioned
kind that’s worth reading.
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right, and you’d stand up for him
quicker than his own father. And as
for Mary, she can twist you around her
finger any time. Don’t think I place
any dependence upon you where they
are concerned, sir!”
wrong conclusions from what she said,
Colonel Todhunter, Lottie-May’s a
good girl, so far as I know, and I’ve al-
ways felt sorry for her. But she’s been
brought up under a cloud, and it’s made
her sorter reckless and full of the
devil. I don’t believe she cares how
black she paints herself, and I think
too much of her to take her at her
word about knowing that Stam Tucker
loves her and makes love to her with-
This is an age of reform. Progress,
change, improvement are' the watch-
words of the day. One of the chief
aspects of the situation is the utter
impatience exhibited by reformers, and
their desires to make the world over
in a day, as it were. Take eugenics.
■Advocates of this wholly plausible
method of elevating mankind to a
higher physical and intellectual plane
by preventing the propagation of
Tucker—shucks!” she cried scornfully.
“I wouldn't wipe my feet on him. Tom,
when you're around, and you know it.
But I can tell you one thing”—and here
a note of proud vanity sounded in her
voice— "tryin’ hard as he is to git Miss
Mary Todhunter to marry him, just
like you are. Stam Tucker loves me
more in one minute than he will love
her in his whole lifetime.”
“Lottie-May,” ejaculated Tom angri-
ly, “you mustn’t talk like that! You
ought to be ashamed. You’ve got no
right to couple Miss Mary Todhunter’s
name”—
“No, no. that’s it!” Interrupted the
girl hotly. “I mustn’t mention Mary
Todhunter’s name in the same breath
with mine. It ain’t right, you think!
Well, I will—and I hate her! I hate
her!”
“I didn’t mean that, Lottie-May,” pro-
tested Tom. “You know I didn’t mean
that”—
But the girl was gone. Hagar-like,
she moved with a sort of outcast pride,
her pretty head held high, her eyes
flashing. In a moment she had disap- ■
peared in the crowd.
/“Tom.” said Colonel Todhunter, ad-
vancing, “you'd better be hurryin’ to
where Mrs. Todhunter is and make
your peace for stealin! Mary away.
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tered and executed his gesture of cour-
teous salutation.
“Well, judge," he said jubilantly,
“the fight's begun, and we’ve got to
rally around old Bill Strickland to a
fare you weli. suh! I-gad, suh, I ain’t
a-goin’ to be content with nothin' less'n
whippin’ that there Stephen K. Yancey
tfit to a frazzle, suh!”
x 1 Judge Bolling smiled at the colo-
nelk restful hailing of the imminent
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have to worry about the distribution
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hunter,” he agreed. “And the sooner
we get plump into the middle of the
fight the better, sir. It can't begi2 too
soon to please me.”
Colonel Todhunter nodded. Then his
gray-blue eyes twinkled significantly.
“Judge,” he said, "the Nineveh Daugh-
ters of the Confederacy are givin’ a
picnic down at Indian Springs today,
and they’re goin' to set a dinner at a
dollar a head for the benefit of the
Confederate Soldiers' home at Higgins-
ville, suh. I reckon all that ain’t no
particular news to you, but I thought
maybe you’d enjoy goin’ down there
with me. suh. I’d be tickled to death
to have you.”
Judge Bolling’s lips twitched. “You
old devil, you! You couldn’t any more
keep from campaigning among the
daughters than a yearling colt can keep
from kicking up its heels in the pas-
ture and you know it. You can’t fool
me.”
“What I can’t do and what a yearlin’
colt can’t do are two mighty different
things, judge,” answered Colonel Tod-
hunter. “But I ain’t connected with
old Bill Strickland's campaign in no
official capacity that I’m aware of, and
if I see fit to turn a trick on my own
hook, that’s nobody’s blame business
but mine, sub.”
Then the colonel chuckled. “I’ll tell
you one thing and that ain’t two: I’d
ruther have a woman’s promise to
make her husband vote for me or my
candidate than to have a man’s own
word on a stack o’ Bibles a mile high,
suh. It’s only up to the man to keep
his word. But it’s up to the woman to
prove that she can manage her hus-
band. And she'll do that, sub or die
in the attempt.”
Old Judge Bolling laughed. “Well,
Thurs," he said, “I’ve just been fooling
with you anyway. Mrs. Todhunter
herself stopped at our house this morn-
ing and took Mrs. Bolling along with
her, and she made me promise to come
later, so it’s all right. They’ll have no
excuse for saying that we’re there in
Colonel Strickland’s interest, so you
and I can go down to Indian Springs
with a perfectly easy conscience.”
An hour later old Judge Bolling and
Colonel Todhunter emerged upon the
picnic grounds in company, having
driven down in the colonel's buggy.
Mrs. Todhunter, a white haired old
aristocrat of the antebellum type, ad-
vanced to meet her husband and his
friend. If Mrs. Todhunter had a fault
it was that she tacitly regarded all
Nineveh as being vassal to her social
suzerainty and bore herself something
as might the ruling monarch of some
little principality.- But this manner
was not apparent in her bearing to-
ward old Judge Bolling, whom she
knew as being of her own caste.
“I’m very glad you’ve come, judge,”
she said laughingly. “And especially
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right now. It may take you and Colo-
nel Todhunter both to make our Mary
and young Tom Strickland behave
themselves, sir. Tom has already kid-
naped Mary away somewhere after I
put them to work spreading table-
cloths, and I’ve been vowing all sorts
of vengeance on both of them. I don’t
approve of Tom’s behavior at all,
judge.”
“It pains me to disagree with a lady,
madam,” replied the white haired old
judge gallantly, “but I must say I ap-
prove of Tom’s conduct in getting Miss
Mary Todhunter off to himself at ev-
ery chance, ma’am!"
“That’s all very fine, judge," said
Mrs. Todhunter, laughing and shaking
her head, “but Mary has no business
permitting Tom Strickland to monopo-
lize her. She came out here with
Stamford Tucker. I wouldn’t blame
Stam in the least if he got ugly about
it.”
Then Mrs. Todhunter laughed and
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CHAPTER 1.
Colonel Todhunter Campaigns Among
the Confederate Daughters.
OLONEL THURSTON T. TOD-
( HUNTER was undeniably the
“A distinct embodiment of that
picturesque native American
type, the Kentuckian born and Mis-
sourian bred, as he entered old Judge
Boiling’s law office in Nineveh and sa-
luted its white haired occupant with a
cordially impressive wave of the hand
in friendly greeting.
It was the morning of the day pre-
ceding the return from St. Louis of the
Hon. William J. Strickland, law part-
ner of Judge Bolling and now an avow-
ed candidate for the Democratic pri-
mary nomination for governor of Mis-
souri, and Colonel Todhunter’s buoy-
antly aggressive bearing was due to
his delight that his lifelong friend had
at last yielded to popular pressure and
made open announcement of his candi-
dacy. The scent of political battle in
the Strickland cause was hot in the
colonel’s nostrils, and he sniffed its
Probably the one large reason why
more men do not attain the height of
success in the world to which it would
apper their abilities entitle them, is
that they are content with the short.
measure a modicum of effort, brings
to them and permit inertia to take the
place of activity in a field where sus-
tained action is the touchstone of
earnestness. Mediocrity . is altogether
a too popular goal. “The native hue of
I" solution is sicklied o’er,” and success
spelled with small letters looks big
enough to satisfy today’s ambition and
tomorrow becomes a faraway horizon.
There does exist a royal road to suc-
cess, not royal because of the large
number traveling that way, but be-
cause only those of royal blood dare es-
say the journey. There may be those
theorists who would have us believe
that some are born to the purple of
success, but written history and the
knowledge that comes from experience
would lead to other conclusions. He
alone is qualified to pass over this
thoroughfare who begins by counting
the cost and fully determines to pay
its every demand.
Recently President Charles E. War-
ren of the Lincoln National Bank of
New York was asked to give his esti-
mate of the qualities needed in order
to purchase success. His reply was
given largely for the benefit of young
men who are in the years to come to
take up the various duties of citizen-
ship which no man may expect to
shirk. First, according to this banker,
one should begin at the bottom, should
willingly learn all about the founda-
tion of the structure upon the building
of which he is to later engage; com-
ing into personal contact -with the gen-
esis of things equips one with a prac-
tical knowledge that will be worth
much in the future conduct of affairs.
Second, be indifferent to everything
but doing well the task just at hand.
It must not be forgotten that a “pull”
can exert its influence either upward
or downward, and that earnest appli-
cation and untiring industry is worth
more than “pull,” and will fatten the
pay envelope much faster. Any em-
ployer would much rather increase
wages willingly because of meritorious
performance than unwillingly add a
dollar to the scale because of influ-
ence.
Then this banker suggests that it
should be the constant aim to be bet-
ter than the other fellow—better than
every other fellow in the shop or of-
fice. One may perhaps fall short of
outstripping a regiment of keen, active
competitors, but the complaint is not
that too many are engaged in this
friendly rivalry, but that too few are
making an honest effort; too many
appear to think they are responsible
for the success of their exertions when
in reality they are merely responsible
for the effort, and even this responsi-
bility does not seem to rest very heav-
ily upon the shoulders of most of the
contestants.
Another evidence of fitness for a
later recognition is found in the adapt-
ability manifested for the many dif-
fering experiences that mark the
course through young manhood up to
maturity. Here a willingness to at-
tempt is to be credited as ability. The
“I-can’t” individual falls out of the
running just here while the plodder—
not the genius—who finds no work
uncongenial, puts brains and strength
to removing what may be an obstacle
to another forward step. While the
world is full of specialists, they are
not made so by refusing a task merely
because it does not properly fall in
the line of prescribed duties. The spe-
cialist who has gone the farthest in
his chosen calling is no narrow bigot,
but one who sees more broadly than
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Colonel Todhunter smiled calmly. "I
ain't askin’ you to. Mary.” he retorted.
"In the first place. I approve of Tom’s
failin' as deep in love with Mary as
he knows how. In the second place,
interferin’ in these here sentimental
affairs is a mighty ticklish business,
and I'm here at this picnic to have a
good time. I’m a-goin' to have it, too!"
Saying which, he beat a hasty retreat.
But he had hardly succeeded in plac-
ing a section of the picnic crowd be-
tween himself and Mrs. Todhunter
when a young girl came running along
his trail, breathless. and with mis-
chievous eyes.
"Mrs. Todhunter wants you to come
right back to her, colonel," she an-
nounced. “She's short on men to help
her. and she’s awful busy. Wants you
to come right away, sir.”
Colonel Todhunter glanced whimsi-
cally at the messenger. “Ain’t that just
like a man's wife? She didn’t want
Judge Bolling when she saw him. Oh,
no! It’s me she wants. And I’ll bet
she’s got the hardest job on the
grounds picked out for me right now.”
Then he turned to the amused girl.
“Thank you, Miss Louise,” he said
ruefully. “Please tell Mrs. Todhunter
I’ll be there in two or three minutes.”
Suddenly, but a little distance ahead,
he saw Tom Strickland parting from
Mary. They were a handsome couple,
the colonel’s daughter an exquisite type
of the well born southern girl, her hair
and eyes a rarely pure brown, her skin
of almost baby fairness, a proud little
mouth, a joyous bearing; the youth a
tall and: well built young country bred
gentleman, his eyes a clear blue, his
hair a sunburned yellow, his mouth
and chin clean cut and firm. Colonel
Todhunter approved heartily of both.
As Mary left her companion and went
to join her mother, a second girl, with
obvious intent, crossed Tom Strick-
land’s path. She was of a different
type, a plebeian beauty. black haired,
with passionate eyes, full red lips, a
suggestion of rich animal life in her
movements. /
“You ought to be ashamed of your-
self. Tom Strickland!” she said in a
low tone, a little break in her voice.
“You let me drop like I was somethin’
you despised just the . minute you
caught sight of Mary Todhunter. I
wouldn’t treat a dog that way. Tom.”
There was something pitiful in the
utter frankness of surrender with
which the speaker’s eyes confessed her
liking for Tom Strickland. Colonel
Todhunter knew her well. She was
the granddaughter of old Rafe Dog-
gett, who had been a private soldier
in a Confederate regiment during the
civil war. The family belonged to the
class once known as "poor whites,”
but old Doggett had been a good sol-
dier, and Lottie-May, his granddaugh-
ter, owed her membership in the
Daughters of the Confederacy to the
esteem in which he was held.
This was even more than a conces-
sion to inferior caste. The darkly
beautiful country girl whom old Rafe
Doggett’s son had married in another
state had gone away from home one
day, leaving her baby daughter behind,
and never returned. A picturesquely
handsome “Indian herb doctor,” who
had been peddling his wares in Nine-
veh for some days and was known to
have paid bold attentions to her, dis-
appeared at the same time. Lottie-
May Doggett, inheriting the same vital
beauty of soft roundness, red lips and
sensuous black eyes, had grown up in
Nineveh, defiant, under the shadow of
her mother’s shame.
Tom Strickland stared at the girl,
plainly surprised. “Why, Lottie-May,”
he exclaimed; “I won’t let you think
such a thing! I only hurried to say
'Howdy' to Miss Mary because she had
just got here. Anyway”—and here he
smiled teasingly—“I could see with one
eye that Stam Tucker was just wild
to have a talk with you.”
Lottie-May’s eyes flashed. “Stam
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lant struggle. It should be a time
when the Southland’s heroic history is
brought again before the minds of the
younger generation, that they may not
forget how fine a thing it is to count
life as nothing in struggling for what
we believe to be the right.
plain as the nose on my face, that I've j
got to leave this picnic without sayin’ I I
a blessed word to Miss Angelica ‘less-,, I
somebody helps me out o’ the fix l‘2.1 J
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of doin’ it. suh? Miss Angelica’s ma )
thinks a heap o’ you." •
Colonel Todhunter smiled grimly. I
“Sim, there ain’t but one way, and J
that's by draggin' Mrs. Todhunter into I
it. I ain’t got no business doin’ that,
but I’ll try if I can make the riffle. I’ll I
see if I can’t fool Mrs. Todhunter into I
sendin' word to old Mrs. Exall that she I
needs her to help with the dinner. But} I
you got to hide out when that word is J
delivered, sub. From what you say a
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with her ma if there’s any sign o’ you* l
bein' in the neighborhood, Sim.” I
“Colonel Todhunter, that's a mighty I
fine idea, and I believe it'll work like a I
charm, sub. If I get any kind of a talk* I
with Miss Angelica, colonel, I’ll be I
grateful to you all the rest of my born I
days.” K A
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made no reply. The next moment be #
was headed for the spot where his 1
wife ruled the dinner arrangements. ,
“Well, well, Colonel Todhunter!” that I
lady cried. “I’m certainly surprised to I
see you, honey. But I reckon you must j
have heard that all the work’s donek I
and dinner’s about ready, and you're I
too hungry to wait any longer.” I
Colonel Todhunter laughed into Mrs. I
Todhunter’s bantering eyes. "Mary,"L I
he said. “I want you to do a good turn I
for poor Sim Birdsong.” s
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and hurt himself, has he?” I
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“Sim’s havin' the very old scratch of a, |
time. He’s tryin’ to get just a minute’s* ]
chance to court Miss Angelica Exall, I
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got to help him. Don’t you need old, I
Mrs. Exall over here for a minute?” I
Mrs. Todhunter contemplated her ]
husband sternly. I
“Well, I do declare, Colonel Todhunt- I
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folks at all. You ought to be ashamed I
of yourself.” I
But Colonel Todhunter held his
ground manfully. He knew Mrs. Tod-
hunter. Her bosom yearned even now*'
to succor Sim Birdsong in bis senti- l
mental plirht. .
(To be contnue.) ,
LINES TIGHTENING.
Bryan Eagle.
The sending of former Gov. Lind to
Mexico as the personal representative
of President Wilson has highly in-
censed Huerta and other Mexican dig-
nitaries and they declare that Lind’s
coming will be a direct insult. The
cause of their wrath is that this gov-
ernment has declared there will be no
recognition of Huerta and by sending
Lind in an .unofficial capacity it is
tantamount to declaring the Huerta
administration cannot last. Huerta re-
asserts that he will not brook either
meation or intervention. The situa-
tion is daily becoming more strained
and the lines are tightening.
pointea an accusing rne-r. rneretney
are now. looking as if putter wouldn t
melt in their mouths. Won't you
go over there for me. judge, and tell
Tom Strickland to behave himself and
send Mary to me right away? There’s
no earthly use in Colonel Todhunter
going, because neither one of them
would mind a word he says!” Old
Judge Bolling, laughing, moved off to-
ward the young couple.
Mrs. Todhunter turned to the colonel.
“You see, I know you like a book, Colo-
leading movements of the present day
have had their inception within the
last generation. Their proponents,
panting for the realization of a semi-
millennium, have neglected to take
into consideration the most necessary
element in all changes—time.
“She’s certainly grown up to be a
mighty pretty girl, Tom," said Colonel
Todhunter. "And now that you’ve
broached the subject and I’ve beard
what I have, will you let me give you
a word of advice?”
"Certainly, colonel,” replied Tom.
“Well. Tom. speakin’ plainly, it’s this.
You better fight mighty shy of Lottie-
May hereafter, suh. I don’t mean any-
thing against the girl. But she thinks
a lot of you. and she don’t mind lettin’
you know it. and that makes a mighty
dangerous situation.”
Then, seeing that the young man was
ill at ease and maybe inwardly resent-
ful, Colonel Todhunter left him, to his
obvious relief.
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mask itself. 4
“Great name above, cap’n!" vocifer-
ated the colonel, mock apprehension in
his tone, “what in thunderation is the
matter, suh? You look like you’d lost t
your last friend on earth!” '
“Colonel Todhunter,” said Sim sol-
emnly, "you’re thevery man I wanted
to see, sub. I’m in a peck of trouble, t
and I'm a-goin' to ask you to tell me
the best way out of it, if you’ll be so *
kind, sub—you havin’ more experience
in the world than me." v
“Sim,” replied Colonel Todhunter, “I
don’t know whether I can or not, but
I’ll do my level best, suh. Specify your
trouble.” {
“Colonel.” responded Sim wearily. .
“it’s Miss Angelica Exall’s ma; that’s
what it is. I can’t shake her off, sub.
That old woman’s woise’n the seven %
year itch. I can't get rid of her for a
minute, Colonel Todhunter.” *
“What do you want me to do. Sim?"
"I want you to see if you can't toll v
Miss Angelica’s, ma away from her for
a little while, colonel; that's what I
want. The old lady bates me worse’n
poison, so I dasn’t come right but and K
face her, suh. I can see right now.
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the average run of men. One should
be enthusiastic, should have a belief in
the cause in which engaged. These
may not be all of the essentials that
spell success, but the cultivation of
them will go a long way toward the
attainment of success and will widen
the vision to the seeing of what else
may be needful.
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CROP AND PRICES.
Brownsville Herald.
When we speak of the big crops
one is almost sure to remark that big
crops mean low prices; but let us re-
member that the country that has a
good deal to sell at a low price is bet-
ter off than the country that has noth-
ing to sell at a high price. People
won’t buy it.
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