The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1921-08-26
CHAPTER xII--Continued.

probably are. Thank God! I've very
rarely met any; but they amt crimi-
nails"
mo more Is Peterson" gr1nned the
American Eat least not on that book.
See here, Captain, it's pretty clear
what's happening. In any country TO
day you've got all sorts and conditions
of people with more wind than brain.
They just can't stop talking, and as yet
It's not a criminal offense. Some of
'em believe what they say, like Spin
d~le-shanks upstairs some Of EN- don't.
And II they don't, 1t makes 'em worse /;
they start writing as well. You've got
clever northumberland men-look at
some Of those guys In the first-class
general lecturers-and they're the
worst Of the lot. Then you've got an
other class-the men with the business
brain, who think they're getting the
sticky end Of 1t, and use the takers
to pull the chestnuts out Of the fire for
them. And the chestnuts, who are the
poor blamed decent workingmen, are
promptly dropped In the ashpit to keep
'em quiet. They all want something for
nothing, and / guess II can't be done.
They all think they're fooling n an
other, and what's really going at the
moment is that Peterson Is fooling the
whole bunch. He wants all the strings
In his hands, and 1t looks TO me as IL
he'd got 'em there. He's got the money
we know where he got 1t from
he's got the organization-all either
red-hot revolutlonaries. or intellectual
wlndstorms, or calculating knaves.
He's amalgamated 'em. Captain; and
the whole blamed lot, whatever they
may think, are really working for
him"
Drummond thoughtfully lit a Gig
arctic.
working toward a revolution in
this country" he remarked quietly.
Sure thing" answered the Ameri-
can. sand when he brings it off, l
guess you won't catch Peterson for
dust. He'll pocket the Doodle, and the
boobs will stew In their own juice. l
guessed 1t In Paris; that book makes
1t a certainty. But 1t amt criminal.
In a court Of law he could swear 1t was
an organization for selling bird-seed."
For a While Drummond smoked in
silence, while the two sleepers shifted
uneasily I'm their chairs. It all seemed
so simple In spite of the immensely Of
the scheme. Like most normal English
men, politics and labor disputes had
left him cold in the past; but no me
who \ w glanced at a newspaper
could be ignorant Of the volcano that
had been simmering just beneath the
surface for years past.
"Not one In a hundred"-the Ameri-
cans voice broke into his train Of
th0ught--'of the so-called revolution
arg leaders In this country are disin-
terested, Captain. They're out for
Number One, and when they've talked
the boys into bloody murder, and your
existing social system is down-and-out,
ther..4 be the leaders In the new one.
That's what they're playing for
power; and when they've got it. God
help the men who gave 1t to EN-"
Drummond nodded, and lit another
cigarette. Odd things he had read re-
CURED to him: trade unions refusing
to allow discharged soldiers to join
them the reiterated threats Of direct
action. And to what end2
A passage In a part OF the ledger evil
IDENTIFY devoted to extracts from the
speeches Of the flrst-class general lee
turers caught his eye:
To me. the big fact of modern life is
the war between classes. People
declare that the method Of direct ac-
ton inside a country will produce a
revolution. I agree 1t involves
tho creation Of IN army.
And beside the cutting was a note
by Peterson In red ink:
"An excellent man! Send for pro-
tracted tour"
The note Of exclamation appealed to
he could see the writer's
tongue In his cheek as he put 1t In.
1T involves the creation Of an army.
49," The words Of the inundated
rabbit came back to his mind. "The
Of s~tupendous organizing power,
who has brought together and welded
into one the hundreds of societies sim
FLAIR to mine. who before this have
each. on their own, been feebly strug-
cling toward the light. Now we are
and u strength Is due to
him."
In other words. the army was on the
road to completion, an army where
per cent Of the fighters-duped
By the remaining ten-would struggle
blindly towards a dim, misunderstood
goal. only to find out too late that the
whip OF Solomon had been exchanged
for the scorpion of his son.
"Why can't they be made to under
stand, Mr.. Greenr' he cried bitterly.
1.-The working mantle decent fell
Has anyone tried to make 'em un-
derstand. Captain? I guess I'm no in
teilectual guy. but there was a French
writer fellow-victor Hugo-who
xUrota something that sure hit the nall