The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-04-24

her hand. led her to one " me windows
OF the room and flung IL open.
The sounds OF the Rue Cog Heron, all
sorts OF weird cries OF old Paris, filled
the room; the cry OF the street hawkier
came across the little courtyard, the
blind mans pipe, the rumble Of a hack
ney-coach and the footsteps of the
passersby. III
That is why" said he, pointing be-
fore her. Look! Look at those peo-
pie; look at their faces; see that wom-
an that rag picker, who Is herself a
bundle OF rags. And this Is not a mean
street. but the Rue Coo Heron; and
this is nothing ina city given over to
starvation, misery and despair; filled
with a people whose blood has been
sucked by a vampire king and a YAM
pire courtesan." "...,H.E r.-- En' IS
She closed the window. w.
Tomorrow" said she, gently leading
him from it. those people. should they
destroy their vampire king, would turn
vampires themselves; out of that gut
ter another king would arise as surely
as another sun will dawn tomorrow.
What you are attacking is not the evil
of the king and court. u the evil that
lies in the human heart. By the fierce
overthrow OF the existing state of
things will you alter the heart OF men?
Never, never, never! No more than by
~furiously destroying a. bad crop VIII
you make new corn grow. Destruction
my friend, Is the logic of a mailman.
You would raise the people by running
the mobiles, when your policy ought to
be to ruin the mobiles by raising the
people" Then. turning to the window,
she paused for a men gazed out at
the street, n turned again. .
TT seems to me, from my experience
of the world, that all co~nspirators are
children. One can not help slowing them
Ia. fhn,, hnaA thai. hora ma Inns n, an fhA
door, break their toys. succeed some
times In their little revolutions, which,
however, leave the great world some
how the same as before" She came to
him where he vas sitting with his face
between his hands, drew them away
from his face n kissed him.S Then
taking him by the hand, she talked to
him, talked to him the philosophy OF
humanity divorced from the philosophy
or hate, spoke simply and truly n
well. With humor and logic n that
helI-like voice that was in itself an
argument, she led his mind Is a child
Is led by a firm and gentle hand to
the heights OF her point Of view.
And now" finished she, choose, my
friend, which you will have. Myself,
my future, my love and the power to
work for your fellow men by rational
m~ethods-or the course you are now
pursuing and the ruin 1t will lead to-"
he 1000 up, LOOK OOln uSE ndIluS
and held them while he spoke, looking
into her eyes as he spoke.
Fol you I would deny my religion
and my country, renounce my wealth
and title, walk barefoot through the
world and fling my soul to Satan, II. by
so doing l could buy you paradise"
Then will leave France with
me-"
Il will" b., .'.
Forget your enmity to the king?"
IT will, for you have shown me the
h~atefulness Of personal enuity. Your
philosophy will be my philosophy. With
the same aim, let US work by different
methods
He folded her in his arms.
Now leave me-" h said. Il have
affairs to arrange before I start for
Compiegne. 1 will return tomorrow
afternoon. Will you meet me here at
3 o'clock" {
Il will be here. And your address at
C~ompiegne?"
my address will be the Villa Rose
Compiegne, the first house as you en-
ter the town by the Paris road"