The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-03-18

derfoot, crushing, struggling, swearing,
without reason or purpose. The police,
Instantly suspecting riot, rushed IN,
using their batons freely.
! BY sheer strength Fitzhugh wedged
his way to the protection of door,
which, being partly open, gave way
before the impact of his body, precipi-
tating him into q narrow hallway. He
regained his feet in second, and
stepping outside closed the door and
stood with his back against 1t.
The next moment singular thing
happened. From out that frenzied
mob, like q ship tossed by a restless
sea into haven Of safety, a woman
was swept squarely into his arms. For
q bare moment he held her, flushed
and palpitating, In close embrace.
Then he released her and saw her hat
was missing and that her clothing was
torn and disarrayed.
"Thank youi" she exclaimed breath
lessly.
The rays Of nearby street lamp
fell athwart her face, and his first
thought was that she was a Jewess;
then a Russian, he added, apparently
of good birth and schooling. Though
she spoke with slight foreign accent,
her English was dramatically per-
feet. Her forehead, unusually broad
and high for woman, and her cast OF
features denoted uncommon intellect
Like angry waves the mob raget.
about them in their inadequate refuge,
and he opened the door, pushed her
into The hallway, and followed, clos
ing the door behind them.
you'll find 1t safer in here" said
he, and added with some hesitation: {:
"T-my name is Fitzhugh. You needn't
tell me yours If you'd rather not"
II see no reason why l shouldn't
she retorted, yet with the hot color
flooding her cheeks. n am Esther
Strom, Mr.. Fitzhugh, and am very
happy to know you, even If only for
a minute" She held out to him a
small, dark hand, and he pressed it in
his large, white one.
"Are you going inside?" she asked.
II don't think So" he laughed, and
motioned toward the crowd outside.
"How can I?'
"You-I might be able to get you
inf you care to Co."
He started. "Then you are an"
"Oh!" Her hand fumbled excitedly
at her neck, then dropped to her side
with a little gesture of dismay. "rm
afraid I've lost Notwithstanding
I valued very much. 1t was brooch
an heirloom. And I've lost It'll"
He struck a match, and together
they searched the floor.
perhaps you dropped 1t outside
he suggested; and feeling the neces
sity of doing something, yet knowing
the futility of the action, he opened
the door leading to the street. Mid
way between the door and the alley
against the brick wall Of the building
J he saw a large packing case. HI
noted 1t was Of strong material, re
enforced at the corners.
= The woman seemed to have forgot
ten her loss in the rush of sOm'
y stronger emotion. She stood beside
i him, gazing at the unclean crowd will
wistful eyes, and there shone In tn
liquid depths great sadness, ant
something far rarer besides-sympa
thy. "You poor, wretched people" b.
heard her murmur. How 1 wish
: could talk to you as / should like to ]
: He looked at her quickly. His bud
: ding thought burst suddenly into fuI
bloom. To "show off" before thi
= woman, to parade his talent befor
her, to impress her and win her ad
miration-what delight that would be
perhaps 1 could do it for you," h
e offered, his voice betraying his eager
/ ness. would you like to hear m
:, tryT
d Without waiting for her answer
: fearful lest it be a negative, he e.
bowed his way to the packing case
t mounted it, drew deep breath, an
e stood up to his full height. The ar
: lamp, beating upon his face, serve
d uncommonly we'll for q calcium ligh
l. "Fel-low cit-i-zens!" His deep-tone
f bass doomed up and down the stree
t "The time has come for revolt. Th
s rich and the mighty have ground u
l. in the dust long enough. We mus
h turn. We must claim our own. w
q are the pro-ducers-the backbone @
d this pow-er-fuk nation. Who shall cor
d troll 1.-THE capitalists or the working
men?"
+ His voice, deep and sonorous, prt
e nouncing each word very fully an
d very distinctly, rang out over the di'
ordered crowd like a foghorn cuttin
It through a misty night.
r 1t was the old story Of noise bein
1, mistaken for wisdom, and it inflame
a his hearers like fire to dry twig
r Nothing could have more arouse
s them. When after several minutes {
IS thunder and bombast he brought hi
It address to a whirlwind close an
q bowed and turned to climb down, ther
/. was a rumbling, mumbling, confuse
e outcry that arose, one solid roar {
s, appreciation, and lasted until the gi'
e ers thereof were hoarse. He fougl
% his way through his newly made a;
d mirers and returned to the womaI
s. whom he saw standing In the doc
IS way, waiting for him.
a- She pulled him inside and stoo