The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-11-28
By STIRLING BOWEN

is?"
They're just rotting in my head,
that's all. There isn't much to find
out about teeth and you find that out
when they begin to ache"
"My! How long since you've been
to a dentist?"
81 can't remember. 1 don't know
whether my mother ever took me or
not"
Dad teeth are awful things. You
can't do your best when your teeth
are bad. Let me get them fixed for
you. Come ON; let me do that
What ?"-McFee looking at her,
mouth smiling, eyes hardening slight
ly.
"Ill tell you secret. You mustn't
tell. It's secret, remember. I had
Fellow Worker Bjornson's teeth fixed
for him. don't think anything about
it. l can do little things like that
once in a while for the boys. You
see, I had some real estate and some
of those terrible, terrible dividends
left to me by my family. And l
choose to use what | can spare this
way. Tisn't much. But I can do a
few little things like that. l did it
for Bjornson. Why not let me do it
for you? It's really nothing, for me,
you know. And Bjornson is a diff
ferent person since he had his teeth
fixed, since he got those terrible teeth
out. Come on, fellow worker"
81 think I'll have to ask Bjornson
about this" McFee said, his eyes
squirting humorously, cunningly.
"Oh, no! You mustn't do that!"
"Who says 1 mustn't"
Please; you mustn't. Biornson
would be embarrassed. There's no
use in everybody's knowing when 1
dc little thing like that wouldn't
have told you. 'Twould be a be-
trayal, really, to mention it to him.
The poor fellow has suffered So"
"Oh, I'll just ask him where he got
his new teeth, that's all. Don't wor-
ry about his being embarrassed
Miss Atwood leaning forward said:
Will you please not say anything to
him? I'll not say anything more to
You about your own teeth if this is
the way you feel about it. But spare
I BJornson that, please. You know how
he'd feel. | think your attitude is I'M
kind, unfeeling. It's not what I'd
expect to find up here in this hall
certainly, in an L. w. w. hall. Ny!
10 Think"
Looking at her intently McFee
said: Il wouldn't expect to find YOU
up here either" Again it was diff
flcuH to tell whether he was smiling.
Miss Atwood gasped. Recovering
she said sharply; "Oh, l know you.
know. your kind. But your attitude
VIII never get the l. w. w. anywhere.
Your kind is one of the troubles with
the ]. W w Yes, you're one of the
great ones who say: / am holier than
thou. You go around looking every
oody up. In, an anarchist. Pm Just
an unknown obscure anarchist. But
I'm as good as you are for all YOUR T.
4 w. W.-ness, for all your /. w. w
purity After all, you're not the I.
w. We
Sneering but with lips trembling
she added: "But ! suppose you think
I'm nothing. suppose you think
women have no place in an I. w. w.
hall. I'm just a mere woman, a mere
human being, suppose; yes"
Tears were showing in her eye cor
ners. Rising she went walking rapid
ly toward the door.
The men in the other part Of tho
room looked up.
Are you going, Miss Atwood?
Good bye then fellow worker" Bjorn-
son called, Miss Atwood not answer
ing.
see you at the meeting" Larson
called after her.
She disappeared out the door blurt-
ing back good bye, McFee alone real
izing the word broke on her tongue.
J ITO Be Continued.)
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