Nome industrial worker., 1908-03-20
!" Three Souls
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A puff of wind, tiercer than it's pre- decessor, driving before it sheets of icecold rain, loosed the routed bed quilt stuffed through the broken win dow, letting a draft of cold air into the ireless room. The man, his long, emaciated fingers tightly lockedea his back, ceased his tirreless walk to and fro across the cramped quarters, and, shiveIing perceptibly as the biting cold penetrated his ragged clothing, hastened toward the window to re- place the dislodged comforter. This done he turned toward tumbled bed on the floor at the opposite side of the room, upon which moaned and tossed in feverish sleep the sick forms of a woman and little two year old girl
 A groan, repressed, yet heartrend- ing, caused the man to quicken his ksteps, even though he reeled as he walked. He stood and looked down at the two beings so dear to his heart, his haggard, starvation scared face working almost spasmodically, as he allowed his mind to finger moment upon the past and present; then, as they seemed asleep, he resumed his restless pacing of the floor.
 The storm outside gradually increas ed, and the hard, metallic batter of the driven rain upon the thin roof slowly became softer and softer until the hard sound had given way to a low cat-like purring, and ne., al together strange aroma seemed sud denly to permeate the frosty atmos phere. The first snow of the season had come.
 When the man oted this he almost wildly thrust his trembling fingers through his touslea hair, pulling out handsful in his agitation. The next bed, removing coat and waistcoat as he walked. They were wet and half frozen, for he had but returned from another fruitless search for work, but ! flh he laid them over the sick wasted forms of his loved ones. But easy as were his movements they were of sufficient heaviness to arouse the half sleeping woman. Reaching out a skeleton like hand she touched his coatless arm.
 "Ain't you cold, Henry?" she asked faintly-oh, so faintly-for the grim, pitiless talons of that dreaded foe tcf the epoor-tuberculosis-brought pn through exposure and starvation, lad long months ago fastened their grip upon the once well rounded throat
 Expressing a shiver, as the cold dip- ped at his ill-c body, he disregi ird- ed her solicitous question, and fun bl- ing within a pocket of his discaSded coat, he brought to light WI hole cracker and half, carefully wrapped in a torn handkerchief. He gave the half to the woman.
 "We must save this for Roxy, his voice broke as he glanced at the pale, pinched features of their darling.
 "Did you have some?'' she as Sked. making as if to break the half az ain. But he stopped her.
 "I ate the other half," he replied, shading his face, fearful lest, evel by the Aickerlng light of the half eon- sumed candle, she read the lie.
 She nibbled at the cracker a mo- ment, pausing at each bit and looking at the kneeling man as if she wihed to ask something, yet well foul lded dread of what his answer might be, deterred her. But shortly he put his arms about her frail, wasted should CTS, and laid his face to hers.
 "I walked all day, sweetheart, he said, striving to inflate the words with a hopeful tone, land found notAing 1 saw thousands-men, women and helpless little boys and girls, search- ing the city over for work, but always the same result nothing to do. Avery shop is closed. Thousands are being thrown out upon the streets every day. Hundreds are out in the Aorm tonight, and tomorrow's sun will rise upon more than one poor dead face. Oh, it is terrible! terrible! DyPg of starvation and cold, when the lefty, aye, the country is overfowingl with plenty to eat, warm clothes andEom- fortable homes. And my God to |hink that they caused panic!''
 The last words were uttered in : wail-a vail not unlike the dsmal moaning of the wind.
 "Why did they bring it p tA wo- man reiteraed, puzzled at the cdered meaning of his last sentence. Surely you can't think that any one lould cause panic?"
 "Yes, dear," he replied slowl3 not