Western Comrade . hing stream in the bed of the river back ofthe hill. The sound is like the deep diapason of agreat organ as the river comes from the canyon Avhereit flows from a thousand fern grown streams in thedeep forest archways of the mountains above. With the Avonderful possibilities of the land and theAvater; the inspired determination of men who know a-nans size job and tackle it fearlessly, one is grippedby the determination to be up and doing. Dreams come to all Avho are blessed Avith vision,but here is an opportunity to take a mans part inmaking dreams come true. The Avonderful Av
Western Comrade . hing stream in the bed of the river back ofthe hill. The sound is like the deep diapason of agreat organ as the river comes from the canyon Avhereit flows from a thousand fern grown streams in thedeep forest archways of the mountains above. With the Avonderful possibilities of the land and theAvater; the inspired determination of men who know a-nans size job and tackle it fearlessly, one is grippedby the determination to be up and doing. Dreams come to all Avho are blessed Avith vision,but here is an opportunity to take a mans part inmaking dreams come true. The Avonderful Avhite cityAvith the turrets or domes of the artists hope Avill comein time and come SAviftly, measured by the growth ofthe outside Avorld. There, on the upper table of thegrand mesa, AA^ill groAv a co-operatiAe city of marveoiasbeauty, if the dreams of the strong men and Avomen,Avho are pioneering this enterprise, can be made to un-fold into reality. 26 The Western Comrade The Man Who Wouldnt Talk By EMANUEL JULIUS. IIEN James Cronin was sentenced to atwenty-year term, he swore: So helpme God, this is the last time I talk. No one paid the least attention to thisstatement, for all agreed it was quitemeaningless. But, when James Croninwas brought to the penitentiary, the firstthing the men in authority learned wasthat this peculiar wretch meant to make good his threat—he wouldnt talk. Warden Pollock concluded that a week or so ofsilence would end this ridiculous affair. Surely, liewould talk. But, he didnt. Cronin refused to uttera word. He was the best sort of inmate—obeyed rules; trou-bled no one; did his work in a willing manner. He wasa fine prisoner, this James Cronin was—^that is, finefrom the viewpoint of the warden. But Croninwouldnt talk. The months passed; James Cronin continued hissilence. To be sure, the newspaper editors were quickto see the news value of this strange convict, so theyassigned reporters to write human interest storiesabout this man who wouldnt ta
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