gislature. Accordingly the colonel went to
the leading Negro in the town of Tuskegee and asked him what he
could do to secure the Negro vote, for Negroes then voted in Alabama
without restriction. This man, Lewis Adams by name, himself an
ex-slave, promptly replied that what his race most wanted was
education, and what they most needed was industrial education, and
that if he (the colonel) would agree to work for the passage of a
bill appropriating money for the maintenance of an industrial school
for Negroes, he, Adams, would help to get for him the Negro vote and
the election. This bargain between an ex-slaveholder and an ex-slave
was made and faithfully observed on both sides, with the result that
the following year the Legislature of Alabama appropriated $2,000 a
year for the establishment of a normal and industrial school for
Negroes in the town of Tuskegee. On the recommendation of General
Armstrong, of Hampton Institute, a young colored man, Booker T.
Washington, a recent graduate of and teacher at the Institute, was
called from there to take charge of this landless, buildingless,
teacherless, and studentless institution of learning.

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(_Leslie's Weekly_)

MILLIONAIRES MADE BY WAR

BY HOMER CROY

A tall, gaunt, barefooted Missouri hill-billy stood beside his
rattly, dish-wheeled wagon waiting to see the mighty proprietor of
the saw mill who guessed only too well that the hill-billy had
something he wanted to swap for lumber.

"What can I do for you?"

The hillman shifted his weight uneasily. "I 'low I got somethun of
powerful lot of interest to yuh." Reaching over the side of the
wagon he placed his rough hand tenderly on a black lump. "I guess
yuh know what it is."

The saw mill proprietor glanced at it depreciatingly and turned
toward the mill.

"It's lead, pardner, pure lead, and I know where it come from. I
could take you right to the spot--ef I wanted to."

The mill proprietor hooked a row of fingers under the rough stone
and tried to lift it. But he could not budge it. "It does seem to
have lead in it. What was you calc'lating askin' for showin' me
where you found it?"

The farmer from the foothills cut his eyes down to crafty slits. "I
was 'lowing just tother day as how a house pattern would come in
handy. Ef you'll saw me