The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1899-09-16
A DREAM.
By s. Goodwin.

0y D NOOO"Ins
r N front of a mammoth factory, shiv-
ering to their marrow in the cold
l. March wind which penetrated their
scanty clothing, the "outs' had gathered
waiting for a chance to be exploited.
Sullen and morose, they presented apit-
liable sight. They had neither sufficient
clothing on their backs to warm them
from without nor enough food in their
stomachs to heat them within. Gradual
ly their numbers increased, and hemmed
in and pressed from every side, they
warmed up. At first their sentiments
were voiced in murmurs, but, like the
March wind. soon grew stronger and
fiercer. All their plants were Of woe,
woe, woe. Suddenly sign was hung out
of the office in front Of them with the
words upon it that have made many a
man despair: mo hands wanted A tall
and stout-looking man, to all appear
ances in the prime Of life. broke down
from exhaustion. He had looked and hunt
ed for work in vain, and tainted from
lack of food. Some one in the crowd
cried to revive the man with some spirits,
and partially succeeded. He looked about
him and said: II thank you, comrades,
for your Kindness, but nothing can help
me. am dying Of hunger after many
a. days search for work under this
damnable economic system. Garry me to
my abode, but your fate will be- the
same if you continue to do as I have
done Praying and begging for your rights
is Of no avail. This monster Of monop-
oily will not provide food for you; you
must take it. Act like the Filipinos.
Free yourselves or die in the attempt"
This said, he stretched himself and lay
stiff on the frozen ground of the street,
the common resting-place of dogs, horses
and workingmen. CONSERVATION lasted
for a few moments. Then some Of the
men pulled boards off the factory fence
upon which the PROSTATE form was
borne silently away, crowd following
and gathering the weary "outs' from be-
fore other bastiles In the neighborhood,
till they reached to be throng of thou
sands when they arrived at his home
bringing a corpse to a hungry mate and
babe. Frustrated by grief and exhausted
by privation, the wife and mother lay
over the inanimate form for some time,
but suddenly she arose like a goddess
and said: my brothers, burn those Stats
that bore my dead husband home to me,
and keep it up until the last vestige of
monopoly Is gone. Then you will have
plenty of everything. This 7 beseech you
in the presence Of my cold and hungry
babe, else your fate will be as sad as
his, 4.lf il !:
When the fife started she bent over It
and exclaimed: 2. - 79'-5
s"The glow Of blazing Carthage
Lit up the Punic foam, >.
And fire swept Troy and sodom
To their everlasting home.
Manifest destiny,
Must as must,
Temples to ashes,
Idols to dust.
'Trembltng, fllckerlng, leaping higher
Blood and iron, days Of ire.
wrathful, vengeful, higher, higher. l.
Beauteous, sun-born, cleansing fire. %
Belshazzar's hall,
It made his tomb
1t flung Napoleon
TO his doom.
Verify! Verify! Verify
1.-THE day Of redemption draws nigh,
o, Goddess Of Liberty harken!
You are holding that torch too high,
Lower it! Lower it Lower 1t!
Lower 1t before die!
''Temples to ashes,
Idols to dust;
Fire consumeth
Things accursed.
"Fires of freedom, burn at last!
In ever age and cause and CLINE,
The mightiest weapon of war and time
For battling down the hosts of crime
Is fire. fire fire. Victorious fire!
1T skaters armies
With it's flashes,
Whelming empires
In thunder crashes.
"By fire perished Babylon,
Ninevah, Thebes and Rome;
Fire famed Jerusalem
And burnt Diana's dome.'
Enraged by their hunger and by the
prophetic declaration of the Joan of Arc
of their class, the men dispersed in all
directions like the bees in clover-fleld
and the forty foxes of the good man In
the bible who let them loose with fire
brands in the wheat of the Philistines.
The flames rose sky-high in every di-
rection, and the people said, 1--WE will
free ourselves at last. Blessings to our
liberator.''
But 1 awoke, alas; it was but dream.
Baer Gracefully Declines.
BOSTON, Sept. 1.-secretary John
Willis Baer of the society Of Christian
Endeavor, addressed a letter today to
F. W. Clark, of Boston, secretary OF yes
terday's prohibition state convention, in
,Worcester declining it's nomination for.