The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-01-30

rushed upon the tall Pole as if to devour him.
But Kurelovitch did not lift his stern, calm gaze
from the others face, and a light like that OF
lwords came and went in his blue eyes. The
Russian surged up and touched him, chest to
chest, and then Kurelovitch intrigued the other
into a sensible discussion that served to keep
the Russian on the firing line.
And thus it went. So Kurelovtch passed
his day. moving from the swooning brink of
one crisis to another. He sat with the strike
committee for many hours in smoky room
and agonized over ways and means. He adj
dressed another large meeting at headquarters
in the afternoon. He went out on the picket
line and was singled out for threats and taunts
again by the gunner, SO that he felt murder
boiling jim his deeps and left. Then he had to
return later to the picket line because word
was rushed to him that five of the pickets had
been arrested in fight finally precipitated by
the gunner. KurelOvitch spent the rest OF the
Is afternoon scurrying about and finding bail for
~ e five
/ Toward night he had supper of ham sand
witches and coffee, and then he and three Of
the strike committee went to meeting of sym
pathzers about fifteen miles away Kurelovitch
made his third passioned address of the day,
and stirred up large collection The long,
dull wrenching ride home followed.
: He got off the trolley car near his house
about midnight, his brain whirling and hot, his
heart acrid and despairing. The urgency of
the fight was passed. and nothing was leftto
buoy him against his WEAKNESS. He walked
in stupor the day had sucked every atom of
| his valor ard strength. He wished dumbly for
death; he was the cold ashes of the flaming
Kurelovitch of the day. Had gunner come
now and threatened him he would have cringed
and then wept.
There was feeble light waning and waver-
! ing in the window of his little three-room fat
and when he had fumbled with the lock and
opened the dilapidated door he found some one
! brooding with folded arms near the stove. 1t
stood up awfully and turned on him with bale
i full eyes, like a wild beast in its cave.
''You rotten dogp' his wife screamed at Ku-
relovtch in the vast quiet of the night. ''You
mean and dirty pg!'
"Annie, dear"
ITO go away in the morning and leave us
to starve! To send food to others families and
then to forget u.s. Oh you'd be glad if we all
| died of starvation! You'd laugh to see us all
| dead, you murderer!
Kurelovitch was too sorrowfuI to attempt an
answer. He went to the bedroom where he
and two of the children slept and shut the door
! behind him. His wife took this for a gesture
HI contempt, and her frenzy mounted to a
| Nood-curdling crescendo that ran up and down
/ TIE neighborhood like ravaging blight. Heads
popped out of windows and bawled to her to
| stop for Chrst's sake And, finally she broke
| down of sheer exhaustion and hureloVltch
heard her shuffling into bed.
There was anguished silence and then Ku-
relovitch heard his poor, oyerburdened drudge
of wife weeping terribly, with gulping sobs
| that hurt him like knives 4. #.
And now he could not sleep at all, even after
her sobbing had merged into ugly snoring. He
tossed as in a fever as he had on so many
other nights of the seven frantic weeks of the
strike.
He went blindly for relief to the window,
beyond which reigned the cold, inimical night.
The shabby slum street dwindled to an OBJ
scure horizon, and the mass Of the mill build
ing cold be seen dominating over the ragged
buses. No being was abroad in the desolate
DIRK; he saw chain of weak lanterns casting
morbid shadows, and the vicious wind whip
ping up the litter of the streets. The stars
| were white and HIGH overhead as distant as