Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-11

people in the world after all. Yes.
work-still work, mother. hut no longer
work without hope. ! see a light
".Ach the blessed child :" sobbed the
mother, rying for very joy over this
change in her eldest born. Come here.
Sylvy! l want you should sit here and
smile by little Isadore. I get the sun
per; We got your fathers farorite to-
night-gafiltah-ish."
Sylvy, welding a fan and smiling by
the side of little lsadore's tossing form,
tried to bring the light of interest to his
feyer-burning eyes with a story of the
brightness of Rittenhouse Square, with
the children on the grass and the birds
amid the trees. But all the while she
was thinking of what had happened.
| and of what might yet happen. and re-
flecting that she could never again be
the daughter Of her fathers prejudices
and suspicious.
Father" she said. when - came in
that night, Il want to talk to you all
alone, and I want you to listen to me.
| must tell you something"
When the dinner was over she
ragged him into the privacy OF the
smaller bedroom. which, indeed; was all
the privacy their home afforded.
Father she began with shiny eyes
Ham Snapped the foot-weary
peddier. Happy! How should the poor
be happy
Because they are loved"
"Pah, Who loves them
I'LL lie MI hl' 49,
at her command. Sylvy told him the
story Of the Big Sisters, and what they
had done for her.
"Pah. heard of lem. What they
want mitt you-nothing but your money
Veil. you amt got no money
They love me with sisters love-. ex-
p,ained the girl, and I love them. They
they saved me. father - And this
time there was a note in her voice that
made even the absorbed and embittered
Aurentsky sit up and take notice OF its
meaning. but
ut is your fadder dat saves you he
grumbled. by keeping a roof over your
head and a bed dat you should sleep
in, While he wears out his feets on de
cobble-stones."
And you have friends. too. father.
Rich friends, 80 persisted the girl. refus-
ing to let her new spirit be duenched.
She then went on to tell how Mr.. Archer.
the young man who had called to see
him more than a year ago, had, despite
her fathers churlish refusal OF coop
Grafton. persevered until his friend, VIC
tor Robinson, had sent Maldono to jail:
YES? For me dey do dot?' inquired
dem. For why dey do it," The bright:
ness went away and Jacobs eyes hlled
with quick suspicion and his lips CURED
dey vant of me. ! got nothing. ] got
no moneys. 7 got no votes, efen, any
more. Only police clubs and blackjacka
can vote in Philadelphia:
lI'N "culh baNt hlhut CIV
back your money il you had only lis
tened. if you helped them reproached
Sylvy.
Aurentsky started up fercely.
What I vant back my money for?'
he exclaimed wildly. Vat is de use to
have money. Am | untrue to de prole-
tariat dat | should want money and dey
not to have tiny comrades of de
revolution not to hafe 1t. And vat Is
de use to have money If dey can take u
away from me again. For w should
Archer and Robinson gif us our rights
No: dey shall gif us noting, We are
proud We do not beg We take. Listen
Sylvy,' And Aurentsky laid AN almost
pleading hand upon his daughters arm
and lowered his voice to tones of init
macy and confidence.
DE day of de revolution comes, De
plans is laid. De dynamite is bought
De guns, knives, torches-de poison
everything will pee readys. Den wee
vee-de people of Philadelphy-vill tax.
~Philadelphy for ourselves. De cutters vii
run mitt blood de skies viii he rec
nit fire-de streets be high nit broker
bricks of buildings-de rich, de hater'
Of de poor. will die. A committee OF
de real peoples viii make a new con
stitution.
Independence Hall shall pc dyna.
mited. 1t is a fraud. a fake-a trap
De red fag-de flag of internationalism