The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-03

kings. muruerlnS or poisoning tne1F way to castle or a throne. The meth ods of your modern masters are more subtle and successful. You vote to make them your masters, and still imagine that you are free
 cheer like the roar of an angry sea swept the crowd. Again and again it rose and fell. increasing in volume as its contagious spirit set fire to the rest less minds of the thousands who had packed the square, but could not hear the man who was voicing their faith.
 Tn the deep roar of their cheers there was no sodden despair. As Stuart looked into the faces of the crowd he saw no trace of the degeneracy and loss of elemental manhood which make the sight of a European mob 1oath- some and hopeless. These men were still men, the might of freennen in their souls and good right arms.
 When the last echoes of the cheers had died away there was a stir near the stand and Stuart saw the stalwart figure of Dr. Woodman suddenly rise. He lifted his arm over the crowd, de- manding silence.
 The doctor plunged at once into the message with which his heart was quiEering:
 "Let no man tell you, my friends, that the God of our fathers is a myth. You can't lose faith in God because you have not lost faith in eternal jus tice. This faith is just coming into conscious existence In the hearts of millions. By this sign we know that new age is born. Poets and artists no longer gaze into heaven. Their eyes are fixed on earth. Men have ceased to long for another world, therefore their hope is now for this one To bring justice and beauty to pass on this earth in wisdom and fearlessness of death-this is the new creed of the peoplel
 My friends, the sworkingman of to- day lives better than the kings of the middle ages. Have patience, my friends, the sworkingman of tomorrow will be the heir of all the Knowledge, of all the pain and all the glory of the centuries. We should not be so i'm patient, we should not be discoura ged. The progress of the world has really just begun. And so l. who watch the darkness pass and see the eastern sky begin to glow-I cry to you who may still be below: Be of good cheer. the day dawns! ''
 A feeble cheer rose from the hun dred or more who knew the doctor personally It was the only response the sullen crowd gave to his burst of feeling. They were not in sympathy with his optimism. The anguish of the present moment of bread hunger and cold was too keen.
 When the doctor sat down Stuart saw Harriet suddenly lean over, draw his big shaggy head down and kiss him. He hadn't recognized her before.
 The next speaker made his attack on the corruption and graft of our system of government with brutal frankness. He assailed the foundations of the re- public, and at last the principles which underlie civilized society itself. Un- doubtedly he was a madman, driven insane by the fierce struggle for bread, but none the less a dangerous maniac. With scathing, bitter wit he fayed the corruption of our system of democracy.
 The speaker closed his tirade with a fierce personal attack on the man who had made five millions in corner on bread and Haunted his i'll gotten gains in the face of starving men and women.
 Mans face flashed with sudden rage.
 '"Tal1e me to my car, Jim. I've an idea-Pm going to execute it at once.'
 Wouldn't you like to meet the doc tor and his daughter before you go?"
 .'Thanks. Hardly. You know he is on MT. Bivens: black list"
 ''I'd forgotten that he answered