The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-03

chucking bombs" said Barnet's In formant, who lowered for moment and then went on his way to the AL hambra Music hall
 Barnet became aware of an excite ment in the newspaper k5osks at the corners of the square. Something very sensational had been flashed upon the transparencies. Forgetting for a mo- nHent his penniless condition. he made his way over a bridge to buy paper. for in those days the papers, which were printed upon thin sheets of me tallic foil, were sold at determinate points by specially licensed purveyOrs Half over he stopped short at a change in the traffic below and was astonished to see that tie police signals were re- stricting vehicles to the half roadway. When presently he got within sight of the transparencies that had replaced the p1acar1s of Victorian times he read of the great march of the unemployed that was already in progress through the west end. and so without expendi- ture he was able to understand what was coming.
 He watched, and his book describes this procession which the police had considered it unwise to pre8ent and which had been spontaneously organ tzed in imitation of the unemployed processions of earlier times. He had. expected a mob. but there was kind of sul1en discipline about the prOces- sion when at last it arrived. What seemed for a time an intending column of men marched weariIy, marched with n kind of implacable tutiIity, along ths roadway underneath him. He was, he says, moved to join them, but instead l he remained watching They were dingy, shabby, ineffective looking null titude, fer the most part incapable of any but obsolete and superseded types of labor They bore a few banners with the time honored inscription t'Work, Not Charity" but otherwise their ranks were unadorned
 They were not singing, they were not even talking, there was nothing GrucuIent nor aggressive in their bear ing, they had no definite objective, they were just marching and showing them selves in the more prosperous parts of London. They were 8 sample of that great mass of unskiHed, oheap labor which the new, still cheaper me chanical powers had superseded for evermore. They were being s'serap- ped''-as horses had been ssscrapped''
 Barnet leaned over the parapet watch ing them, his mind quickened by his own precarious condition. For a time, he says. he felt nothing but despair at the sight; what should be done, what could be done for this gathering surplus of humanity2 They were SO nanifestly useless and incapable and pftiful.
 What were they asking for2
 They had been overtaken by unex- pected things Nobody had foreseen-
 It flashed suddenly into his mind just what the multitudinol1s shambling enigma below meant It was an ap- peal against the unexpected-a ap4 peal to those others who, more for tunate, seemed wiser and more power ful, for something intelligence This mute mass, weary footed rank following rank. protested it's persuasion that some of these others must have foreseen these dislocations- that any how they ought to have foreseen-and arranged.
 That was what this crowd of wreck age was feeling and seeking so dumbly to assert.
 Things came to me like the turning on of 8 light in a darkened room" he says "These men were praying to their fellow creatures as once they prayed to God. The last thing that men will realize about anything is that it is 1nanimate. They had transferred their animation to mankind. They still believed there was intelligence somewhere, even if it was careless or malignant. It had only to be aroused to be conscience stricken, 10 be moved to exertion. And saw. too, that as yet there was no such intelligence. ! The world waits for intelligence That intelligence has still to be made, that will for good and order has still to be- gathered together, out of scraps of ina pulse and wandering seeds of benevo- lence and whatever is fine and creative in our souls into common purpose It's something still to come.''
 It is characteristic of the widening thought of the time that this not very heroical young man who in any preYis ous age might well have been alto gether occupied with the problem of his own individual necessities should be able to stand there and generali1e about the needs of the race.
 But upon all the stresses and con ficts of that chaotic time there was all ready dawning the light of a new era The spirit of humanity was escaping, even then it was escaping, from its ex- treme imDrisonment in individuals.
 Gro Be Continued.)