The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1903-02-28

'O~eAA. eoAAAotiule0 III extremely narSn
moments. began to WOO the beautiful
goddess OF dreams. Some Of the hea-
w snoring suggested heavy flushing"
But this old classical cantata Of shores,
perhaps dating back beyond the flood
Indeed, some fine scholars give Adam
as the author and place it above all
the works of Tom, Dick or Harry
did not interest Jim in the least.
suddenly he snapped at something:
ne had been asleep and awoke with q,
snort. Then he couldn't sleep any
more. He arose and walked out of the
Hotel de Bum for fresh air and fresh
thought-0ne as necessary as the 9TH
er Tor good health. AS he neared the
Is. & o. depot he thought he saw a
skulking figure in the friendly shadows
or this structure, and without consid-
ering or thinking why he turned aside
and passed away from the dim human
outline. There were two of them. It
struck Jim they ought not to be there
at that hour. He stole quietly around
and came up close to them, separated
only by car. He would see.
Night shadows are worse than
tramps,"" he thought. .
One OF the shadows had a harsh.
heavy, grating voice, and the other a.
sharp, pungent, repulsive shrill. Both
only numbled in very low words. and
1t was difficult to hear what thew
said. Some of the things they said
his satanic majesty only knows. and
as we have not consulted such author
lty for the facts Of this story, having
iost his present address, we are OBJ
llged to omit that part. Said the bass
voice.
"Where's he going?"
"Buzzard's Bay, Hen Roost, or some
other seaport" said the sharp voice in
a key entirely too low down in the
scale to be natural or comfortable.
Thought to the mountains" said
the bass voice so sn1othered that it
sounded like a withered wall from
nowhere. ="
"Well-it's in the morning he goes"
said the sharp voice. Now Jim COM
pretended who they were talking
about. He thought he smelt something
in this. Had he come from New York
to hear this? Was it luck that he had
come? Was it a verr9in-born scheme
he was hearing? Perhaps! Jim was
not a bookish fellow and therefore had
not lived in the graveyard of ideas; nor
on the other hand had he vegetated in
the borderland of hades, but he lived in
the Now and was quick to read all
there was in a thing. well see,"
Jim, scarcely breathing out of
How do you know" asked the bass
voice.
Il heard him speak of it to Carlisle
on the Treasury steps today" re-
turned the sharp voice. **Then the pa
pers spoke of it today, said his family
and others were going with him-to
Bay
Eyes" A long pause. Then-"this is
our chance. What is he or his to us?
What has he done for us? How much
more money have you now than you
had?'' ;, -: :: ~ = g. +.
"Government hain't treatin' us right;
hain't furnishin' us work; hain't keep
in us-vi'lated ever promise; broken
ever pledge; disregarded ever inter-
est; kickin' over ever trust of the
poor; playin' in the hans of Wall
street sharks and money kings every
nothin' for us poor mis-
cradle devils!% The sharp voice rat
tied this off like a phonograph was
turning it out.
YES in a key SO low it cease from
the cellar" Jim said. Then there was
a long pause again-a sort Of ceme-
terry qu1etness ruling everywhere Jim
seemed to the solemn stiffness, if any,
one can be said to hear a silence that
is painful;-t absence Of sound, save
the beating Of his heart, was what
he heard.
They call us anarchists" said the
sharp voice at. LENGTH ''but what of
that. What are they that call US that?
What are we, with or without name?
We want less government, more liberty,
and more to eat an wear, an houses
to sleep in, an the rich devils turned
out while to tramp, to work, to sleep
in Sand Pits, an we sit back an laugh
at them-that's what we want" In
his enthusiasm he got his shrill voice
keyed up little high.
Hush!" grow1ed the bass voice like
the f1uttering sound of wind-quiv-
ering piece of paper pasted over small
broken hole in a window. "Hush-sh-
sh'
my fingers on my lip"
"How's it to be done? What good
will it fetch us?''
wreck the train. What right have
kings in this gay of the people to live
That's the good to us-greater liberty,
less ruling, more opportunities-that
the how of it," The sharp voice ratified
this off like a school-boy's speech. A
shrill foreign information corrupted hin
English. However, the bass voice had
a positive brogue in it.
Kings! He's no king"
ANY ruler these days is a king"
piped the sharp voice.
''How wreck the train ~
"All fixed. Men at point where
there's a deep embankment-''
'Sh- sh-s h-sh!" cautioned the bass
voice.
Villains! Then the plot is perfect
3D." thought Jim Bioss. 1T must be
stopped. I'm an American, to the last
fraction Of my anatomy, and say one
man has as much right to live as an
other. It belongs to no one to decide
when one has lived long enough-that
is absolution run mad. And here is
murder. coolly planned, involving wo-
men and little children! The rank,
livid sore on society, what ought not to
be done to them!''
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