The first day there was $38,000 withdrawn from the various banks; deposited with the county treasurer; loaned to the same people that owed the banks; paid back into the banks; taken out and placed in the treasury, etc. The first week loans to the amount of $356,828 were thus changed. Everybody seemed to be happy except a banker here and there. Many bankers, however, admitted that they were pleased to see the poor have more chance in life. In six months’ time all the banks except the First National had closed up their business and quit. Business in all other lines has picked up. Two of the ex-bankers are clerks in the county treasurer’s office, while the others, being rich, have decided not to engage in any business for a while, feeling that it is due themselves and the community that they take a long-needed rest. Betsy’s dream has, at least in part, come true. Jobe’s dream still remains to be realized. Millions of men are still out of work. But the people have been aroused. They are thinking hard, and soon they will act. They will act at the ballot-box, and by their votes they will declare that “the chief aim of human government should be to secure to each individual contentment and happiness, and that this can be done only by securing to all the unrestricted opportunity to labor.” “Work for the unemployed” is the issue on which the people will fight and win the battle of the ballots. There is much talk that a memorial be erected to Betsy Gaskins—not to perpetuate the memory of her hardships, but to ever keep the people in mind of the fact that every liberty or right we enjoy has cost much suffering, distress and woe, and, further, that every advance toward a perfect state of human society as taught by Jesus Christ has been in spite of selfish and ignorant wealth, and never by its aid. Long may the spirit of human justice live, is the prayer of THE EDITOR. [Illustration] BROTHERS ALL. [Illustration] BROTHER of mine, if one should come, Should come to your door to-day, With the marks of the nails in His hands and the scars Of the thorns on His brow, and say: “Brother of mine, I stand in need; I am He who was crucified; Will you help me to-day in word and deed? Will you stand to-day at my side?” Brother of mine, I know that you Would give Him this answer true: “You died for me, and what can I do But die, if I may, for you?” Brother of mine, if one should come, Should come to your door to-day, With the scars of toil on his hands and the marks Of the sweat on his brow, and say: “Brother of mine, I stand in need; I am being crucified; I have sought for work from door to door; I am everywhere denied.