St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1922-05-06
CHAPTER v

CHAPTER v
Arizona Follows Its Law'ess Impulse
s The Sea Siren was already begin
ming to I'LL up when Clay descended
three steps to cellar and was Warlly
admitted. A near Hawaiian orchestra
II was drumming out dance tune and
saw couples we're on the floor. Walt
1 resses. got up as Lorelels. were mov-
Il ,no about among the guests delivering
!. orders for refreshments.
The westerner sat down In corner
y and looked about him. The walls were
decorated with crude purple crayons
Of underfetl sirens. A statue Of nude
woman distressed Clay. He did not
mind the missing clothes, bue she was
10 dreadfully emaclated that he
thought It wise for her ia cling to the
yellow-and-rcd draped barber pole
that rose from the pedestal. On the
h base was the legend, The Weeping
Lady" After he had tasted the Sea
Siren fare the man from Arizona sus-
peeted that both her grief and her
anaenlla arose from the fact that she
+ had been fed on 1t. -.-.rz
A man In artists velveteens. minus
haircut, with large, fat, rasty face,
! sat at an adjoining table and dis
coursed to his friends. Presently, dur
Ing an intermission Of the music, he
i rose and took the rest Of those present
into his confidence
u Bourgeois to the core" lie an
.nounced, speaking Of the United
/ States. "What are the Idols we wor-
I ship? Law, the chain which binds al
,enslayed people, thrift, born Of childish
fear; love Of country, which is another
name for. Grass provincia!isn. IL am
C0snlOpOlite. not an American. Bo-
hernia Is my land, and all free souls
are my brothers Why should I get
wrinkles because German? sunk the
Lusitania a montf, or two ago? That's
n her business, not mine"
Clny leaned forward on a search for
Information. Excuse me for buttIn'
In. and ME a stranger. But isn't It yore
business when she murders American
women and childTen?'
The pasty-faced man looked at him
With thinly disguised contempt. You
1 wouldn't understand if I explained"
"Mebbeso ! wouldn't, but you take
whirl at 1t and I'll listen high, wide,
and handsome ..a
me man In velveteens Unexpectedly
found himself doing rs ne was told.
inere was a suggestion Of compuision
about the grny-blue eyes fastened on
his something in tie clamp OF tho
strohg jaw that brought him up for
moment against stark reality.
The intelligentsia Of a country
Know that there can be no freedom
uhtA there is no law. Every mans
auty Is to disregard duty. So, by far
ing far on the wings Of desire, he helps
break down the slavery that binds us.
VDey the Cosmic Urge of your soul re-
sardiess Of where 1t leads you, young
man.
II was unfortunate for the poet OF
oOnemla that at this precise moment
4 II ATTY Mason, drcssed'in sandals and a
nlacpatterned smock, stood before
un with tray Of cigarettes asking
uW MS trade. The naive appeal in her
. soIt eyes had Its weight with the poet.
Hnat Is the use of living in Bohemia
n one cannot be free to follow i'm
pulse! lie slipped an arm about the
sir1 and kissed the crimson lips up
! turned to him.
hltty started back with little cry
Of distress.
i 1he freedom taken by the near-poet
was instantly avenged.
9 Cosmic Urge beat In the veins OF
y savage from Arizona He took the
pOee advice and followed his Law
80 impulse where ii led. Across the
.aDle long arm reached. Slnewy
{ sefs closed upon the flowing neck
a1 q the fat-faced orator and
assed him forward, leaving over
.uthed glasses In the wake of his
course,
lne man In velveteens met the eyes
Y = me energetic mnnnandler and
! ttuaiiea' This hrnwn-faced barbarian
I Ael very much like business.
AAY,f
poit you touch mel Don't you
! Sa1e touch me-" the apostle of anarchy
s sn.i'led as the table. crashed down.
- - turn you ove, to tie police"
oiay jerked him 10 his feet Hard
.a' aeA1es pressed cruelty into the soft
4 odt OF the Villaser. Cit down on
we nam bones ana beg the !ady's par