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dered greatly where this road would lead to, and why so nany. of those who had traveled oyer it had died on the way. Presently I met another traveler who seemed to be returning. He told me the road was called tho Highway of Human Progress. He said that in the.

direction I was going the way grow constantly roughor and steeper, and was beset with giants and many other dangers, and that I would certainly perish if I attempted to go on. He further informed me that on his journey up he had noticed a little way irom the road a beautiful and fruitful country which he-coveted, and that he was now on his way back to it and urged me to fo back with him. His name was. )emocrat. I thanked him for bis kindness and took my leave of him, resolved to press on in spite of the perils of the way, for I was-seeding a better country, and I had been told that at the end of this? road lay a land flowing with milk and honey, where there was no poverty, where such things as interest and profit were unknown, where there was peace and plenty for all, and where every man said unto his fellow-man, "My and every woman to her fellow-woman, "My sister" A little further on I came upon another man living luxuriously in a splendid mansion close by the wayside, which he said he had compelled other travelers to build for hima thing he.

found very easy to do, since he was a giant and very strong and then killed thein because they annoyed him by claming for food. He had, however, spared the strongest of the travelers and given them food on condition that they should servo him as. slaves. This they gladly agreed to do, so that the giant was able to Mve at ease in great luxury. I shuddered as I Kstened to this; cold-blooded recital of cruelty aud greed, but the giant laughed mockingly and said there was.

nothing-wrong about it, that it was simply the "survival of the fittest." A-gain I turned. to go, but the giant. laid a detaining hand on my shoulder and beggedme to remain. that the stories I had heard about a better country were only the wild dreams of disordered: minds, and that if I attempted to go on I would surely be lost in the wilderness. He said that if I would remain with him and abandon' my wild notions about a better country, I could live a life of luxuriant ease and have a share of all the? An Official Organ of The Labor Exchange BY THE GENERAL ORGANIZER.

CRotro 3)o to at tou will) to to, .1 I Subscription price 25cts a year in advance. E. Z. Eunst, Editor. Entered at the Olathe, Kansas, Post Office as second class matter.

Olathe, 1909. No. three for 3nd Quarter. Look at the left jjar upper corner mJLm of the first page and If you find an ink cross there it Is an invitation to renew your subscription. You cannot afford to be without the most progressive paper of the age.

II. .1,1 9W p. I. I fl ISIPThe colony is 5 miles west of Fulton, on the Ft. Scott It.R., 5 miles east of Mapleton, on the Mo.

Pac, and 16 miles N.W. of Fort Scott, Kan. Post Office, Fulton, Kans. Those interested in Freedom Colony, should address John Fitzgerald, president, Fulton, Kan-sae, with stamps for reply. We are to have a change in this "Progressive Thought" work at least.

Comrade F.W.Ootton,will take charge of the editorial and financial departments. We know Bro. Cotton to be a hard working, honest and whole-souled reformer who will do his best to put new life into the paper and enthusiasm in its readers We fondly hope that thousands -of our old readers will liberally patronize this grand work and that millions of new ones will join the evolution of progress. I will issue one more number, in a few weeks, to. fill out the quarterly file for this year.

New management begins at once. Send all money for the' paper, at 25c a year, to Bro. Cotton. Fraternally Yours E. Z.

Ernst. Although I retain my home in Freedom Colony, I have come back to Olathe to take charge of the "Progressive by the 1st of Jan. 1903. Bro. Ernst being too busy to attend to it.

The paper will probably start out as an' eight page bi-monthly at first; but will be changed to a monthly- as soon as the subscriptions will warrant. It will advocate socialism, free speech and make a specialty of progressive literature. F. Cotton. AH the long day I had plodded through the hot sands beneath a burning sun, amid clouds of ehok-ing dust, till, overcome with excessive weariness, I flung myself down in the welcome shade of a spreading tree that grew bv the wayside and abandoned myself to the 'delictus wooing of rest.

An exquisite languor stole over my senses, obliterating all sense of time and space. How long I remained in this state I know not; nor can I tell whether it wag a dream or a vision that appeared to me, but you shall hear the story and then judge for yourself. In the vision (or dream, whichever it was,) I found myself traveling along abroad which was exceedingly rough and steep, and as I passed on I notioed, scattered thickly on either side of the road, many skeletons' of those who had lost their lives in trying to pass over this perilous I won 1.