"Now there's the old man--he's too lazy to wuck--he's like all parsons, he'd rather preach aroun' all his life on a promise of heaven than to wuck on earth for cash!" "How did I ever come to marry Hillard Watts? Wal, he wa'n't that triflin' when I married him. He didn't have so much religiun then. But I've allers noticed a man's heredity for no-countness craps out after he's married. Lookin' back now I reckin' I married him jes' to res' myself. When I'm wuckin' an' git tired, I watches Hillard doin' nothin' awhile an' it hopes me pow'ful." "He gits so busy at it an' seems so contented an' happy." Besides his wife there were five grandchildren in his family--children of the old man's son by his second wife. "Their father tuck after his stepmother," he would explain regretfully, "an' wucked hisself to death in the cotton factory. The dust an' lint give him consumption. He was the only man I ever seed that tuck after his stepmother"--he added sadly. An old soldier never gets over the war. It has left a nervous shock in his make-up--a memory in all his after life which takes precedence over all other things. The old man had the naming of the grandchildren, and he named them after the battles of the Civil war. Bull Run and Seven Days were the boys. Atlanta, Appomattox and Shiloh were the girls. His apology for Shiloh was: "You see I thout I'd name the last one Appomattox. Then came a little one befo' her mammy died, so weak an' pitiful I named her Shiloh." It was the boast of their grandmother--that these children--even little Shiloh--aged seven--worked from ten to twelve hours every day in the cotton factory, rising before day and working often into the night, with forty minutes at noon for lunch. They had not had a holiday since Christmas, and on the last anniversary of that day they had worked until ten o'clock, making up for lost time. Their pay was twenty-five cents a day--except Shiloh, who received fifteen. "But I'll soon be worth mo', pap," she would say as she crawled up into the old man's lap--her usual place when she had eaten her supper and wanted to rest. "An you know what I'm gwine do with my other nickel every day? I'm gwine give it to the po' people of Indy an' China you preaches about." And thus she would prattle--too young to know that, through the cupidity of white men, in this--the land of freedom and progress--she--this blue-eyed, white-skinned child of the Saxon race, was making the same wages as the Indian sepoy and the Chinese coolie. It was Saturday night and after the old man had put Shiloh to bed, he mounted his horse and rode across the mountain to Westmoreland.