The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1894-11-04

poor. n we did your way, and gave you more
things because you worked longer than the rest,
we'd be going right into anarchy again. You'd
and that wouldn't do"
but II made better shoes than tho others 2,
You would know that YOU were doing good
work. and that would make YOU happy
But J would gel. no more than the poorest
mo more. If the poorest workman was very
poor we'd. put him at something he could
90 co,s VII ba u c me S q or !" l,lp poor Te, Io TX, bin o 0s,
Then. as ! understand it. ability counts for
nothing In Altruria. The man who cdits a VA.
per nnd the man who digs drains get the same
""He gets the same reward. Only. the man who
digs drnins works shorter hours because the work
is harder
tered the artist from the swing, " but it's a little
Mr.. Nelson DIDN'T hear this. but a man who
big oaks did hear II, and. he said, quickly.
1T isn't hard on him N he's the tight Kind Of
n man. II he's that ho gets his happiness out Of
his power Of doing well; his work Is a pleasure
TO him. II he isn't the right kind OF a man. II
ought to he hard on him"
" Y see" said a man who was sharpening n
knife on II stone. the world il all right. and
human nature is all right, Men have made you
Is all wrong, and that artificial honors and dis.
%tinctions are all right. .Wedon't believe that all
men are equal with U.S."
/ was Just going 20 ask the man who was
Sharpening his knife what he thought about
The things he called artificial distinctions 2
say about the animals which, are so inferior
that they are rreyed, upon by every other
system in the. world could. make them any
better worth the saving. when the man who
funniest objections To Altrurian ideasl A friend
OF mine was laboring with me the other day.
and he said WHY ITS all nonsense What II
and his share wasn't enough so he could, and
you wouldn't let him rustic and get money
looEed at him. He had or. an. old hat that had
been brushed until y was bald, and | knew that
Look here | said. why don't you go to
In the midst of, the laugh which followed this
Tome IN and have some dinner with us
said a bright.fseed; live woman, busting to the
to cook IT as best we could, but | guess you'll
make out"
the tables were set. and sat down to a good, sub
%etantial, nld-fashioned midday dinner. There
were fried u steak nscs and t NJ PA and potatoes and
good Jelly and preserves.
AT the head OF my table sat a man with a face
of marked intelligence. He looked like a pro-
fessional man OF some sort. Next to him sat
a well-featured, smooth-faccd young man who
from his appearance. The rest Of the men
looked like mechanics. of the better class and
h fslm %i5s.o Taey c weTe a., ey intelligent ~ mmcS ana they al,
certain expression OF candor that they all looked
as IL they might belong to one big family.
"Altruria Is a good place for women" said
the bustling little woman, pausihg on her way
to the kitchen for a plate OF fresh bread. I'VE
don't think washing is women's work. It's too
heavy. so It's to be done by men and machinery.
A woman has an equal voice with her husband
In the management of affairs. and II woman
who brings up a family OF children gets her
share Of the associations property, Just as her
gets his share for making shoes
she don't get n bit more for nursing a lot
Of children through all their whoopingcuugh
md measles. and worrying herself sick over
than her husband does for sitting still
and putting good uppers onto good soles: and
said the man who had had his say
then, you see" he went on. rs he passed the
artist a dish of preserves, she gets her happi-
ness out Of her work. No worry, no frctting
over old age coming or sickness, no envy or hate.
n what the Anarchists call competition. Every
me will have his own work to do work that he
AN do-and he can go on in peaCtand happiness
md know that he's going TO grow old rs the trees
md the animals grow old without an anxiety /
q care. When he's past work he can sit stiil
world shall be Altruria."
The artist and ] climbed up n steep hill
with vines and looked ont upon the
World. We saw the neat little villages spread
tut like q map under our feet. In the distance
he bay shone like a silver shield. and we knew
hat across the silver shield lay the great, busy,
city, with its misery and its wealth, its
orrows and its joys, its envy, its hate. and all
Is uncharitableness, and We looked down into
and the men trying to rub the lichens
~ the green old wheel oil the mill. and we won
Tered II the old. old wheel. would turn to this
anarchy