kept by the iron heel but little did she realize even then as she hid the manuscript and prepared to flee how terrible had been the of the second little did she realize that the and distorted of the next three centuries would compel a third revolt and a fourth revolt and many all drowned ir of blood ere the world movement of labor should come into its own and little did she dream that for seven long centuries the tribute of her love to would repose undisturbed in the heart of the ancient oak at wake robin lodge november b o m the heel the heel chapter i my the soft summer wind the and wild water sweet over its stones there are in the sunshine and from everywhere arises the drowsy hum of bees it is so quiet and peaceful and i sit here and and am restless it is the quiet that makes me restless it seems unreal all the world is quiet but it is the quiet before the storm i strain my ears and all my senses for some of that impending storm oh that it may not be premature that it may not be premature small wonder that i am restless i think and think and i cannot cease from thinking i have been in the thick of life so long that i am oppressed by the peace and quiet and i cannot forbear from dwelling upon that the second revolt was largely the work of em t he of course with the european leaders the capture and secret execution of was the great event of the spring of a d yet so thoroughly had he prepared for the revolt that his fellow were able with little confusion or delay to carry out his plans it was after s execution that his wife went to wake lodge a small m the b the iron heel mad of death and destruction so soon to burst forth in my ears are the cries of the stricken and i can see as i have seen in the past all the and of the sweet beautiful and the souls torn with violence from proud bodies and hurled to god thus do we poor attain our ends striving through and destruction to bring lasting peace and happiness upon the earth and then i am lonely when i do not think of what is to come i think of what has been and is no more � my eagle beating with wings the void soaring toward what was ever his sun the flaming ideal of human freedom i cannot sit idly by and wait the great event that is his making though he is not here to see he devoted all the years of his manhood to it and for it he gave his life it is his he made it and so it is in this anxious time of waiting that i shall write of my husband there is much light that i alone of au persons living can throw upon his character and so noble a character cannot be forth too brightly his was a great soul and when my love grows my regret is that he is not here without doubt she here to the with all respect to it must be pointed out that was but one of many able leaders who planned the second revolt and we to day looking back across the centuries can safely say that even had he lived the second revolt would not have been less in its than it was my eagle to witness to morrow s dawn we cannot fail he has built too stoutly and too surely for that woe to the iron heel soon shall it be thrust back from prostrate humanity when the word goes forth the labor hosts of all the world shall rise there has been nothing like it in the history of the world the of labor is ed and for the first time will there be an revolution wide as the world is wide you see i am full of what is impending i have lived it day and night utterly and for so long that it is ever present in my mind for that matter i cannot think of my husband without thinking of it he was the soul of it and how can i possibly separate the two in thought i as i have said there is much light that i alone can throw upon his character it is well known that he toiled hard for liberty and suffered sore how hard he toiled and how greatly he suffered i well know for i have been with him during these twenty anxious years and i know his patience his effort his infinite the second revolt was truly it was a colossal plan � too colossal to be wrought by the genius of one man alone labor in all the of the world was prepared to rise at the signal germany italy france and all were labor states they were ready to lend aid to ttie revolution gallantly they did and it was for this reason when the second revolt was crushed that they too were crushed by the united of the world their being replaced by the iron devotion to the cause for which only two months gone he laid down his life i shall try to write simply and to tell here how entered my life � how i first met him how he grew until i became a part of him and the tremendous changes he wrought in my life in this way may you look at him through my eyes and learn him as i learned him � in all save the things too secret and sweet for me to teu it was in february that i first met him when as a guest of my father s at dinner he came to our house in i 