Evening star., 1938-12-16
CHAPTER vi,
Dreams Nightmares,

CHAPTER vi.
Dreams Nightmares.
Brooding in the warm afternoon
sunshine over the Chucks farm
tea things, With unlimited supplies
OF Mother Braybone's newish bread
and admirable butter and home
made strawberry jam, all things
became possible. His thoughts were
IKE the printed text of book that
has been illustrated by a far
too enthusiastic illustrator. The
text kept to a certain level of posi-
bility, but the reverie scared fan
tastically and magnificently. He
found himself presently with a
group of intimate colleagues, de-
voted to him. (They really were
devoted to him) And behind them
was the party, his party.
Would they wear a shirt?
Shirts were overdone. Brown
shirts, green shirts, black shirts,
purple shirts; the idea was played
out. The Whitlow-men wouldn't
have that. They'd have belts.
They'd have trousers with elastic
webbing in them and belts with
heavy buckles that could be whip
ped of in q moment for a fight.
Good. And by the way of recogni-
ton, badge. a badge worn inside
the Jacket, like the sheriff's badge
in an American gangster Aim. A
good idea, that!
What to call them? The Whit
low men2 The Rud men? They'd
have to have a slogan. Something
10 shout, something to stick on their
banners.
Terrible Waste of Strength.
And an idea? He had long
thought that the separation of the
United States and the British En-
pire was a terrible waste of strength,
that a drive for reunion could be
made very popular, and that gave
him, "The man who speaks English
Is my brother" Because nowadays,
now that we were drawing so near
TO America by air and radio and
common dangers, why should not
our political movements straddle
the Atlantic?
So far it had never happened.
Even their Communists and our
Communists were different. But
that needn't be SO now. And that
altered everything. This was q
great thought for Rudie.
The reverie produced a vision of
the mighty canyons of the New
York City streets as he had seen
them in photographs and pictures
and films, and people we're scat
tering torn-up paper from the win
dows upon the milling swarms
below, and great banners hung
across from one side to the other
bearing his slogan. The man who
speaks English is my brother.
There was an immense, excited
crowd, all displaying badges, all
Rud men. 1t was a tremendous
occasion. Rud had arrived in
America. The big union had been
achieved.
Why not? Various things stood
in the way, of course; the monarchy,
ancient prejudices, irritations, sus-
picions on both sides of the Atlantic.
Rud's imagination swept them aside.
The reserve suddenly produced a
touching meeting between British
monarch, very hypothetical Brit
ish monarch and Rud. Our fam
ily," said the monarch, opening his
coat suddenly and displaying the
hidden badge, "have been Rud-men
and Rud-women for some time. If
1t is necessary to Anglo American
coalescence for us to efface our
selves, we are prepared"
Bushes at Puerility.
An almost religious reverence
came into Rud's eyes as he contem-
plated this beautiful present from
his imagination, over an unusually
large, an almost fervent bite of jam
spread bread and butter.
He found he had to assist that
excessive mouthful with the back of
his disengaged hand.
Then he blushed at his own puer-
fifty, finished his slice in a more
business-like way, emptied his cup
of tea and produced and Lit ciga-
rette.
THE problem" he whispered, sis
to find those nuclear associates.
Then we could start something ;. . E.
But we have to give them some
thing new -.
"All these things that are going
on now-Communism, Fascism and
all that-they are nearly played out
they are three parts dead. BY the
time I get going it would be like
crying sinking fish to go in for any
of them. A new appeal. 1t has to
have a freshness, whatever it is :"
And then suddenly it seemed to
him that he saw an idea, a pro-
gram, a scheme of operations, a
way to success plain before him. For
moment he had the impression
of something full and completed,
the exact thing needful. His mind
just stopped at that and stared at
it-as one might stare, if suddenly
a door opened in hitherto impene-
trable and unclimable wall and re-
vealed-the dark and indistinguish-
able landscape of some unknown
land on which no sun had ever yet
risen. And then 1t was as If the
door slammed again.
"If they're all out" he whispered.
sand if there is a right way i.
"They haven't got it. Any of
"But if one did get it,"
Missing Elusive Word.
He seemed to see the confusion
suddenly crystallizing under the
spell of magic word-some miss
Ing, elusive word-surely he had
had it quite plain only a moment
beforehand in his reverie, he it