The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-12-02

RioSoAo. otOhSdiios hS saAoa0hs
THE revolt in Stoks sun d
They're afraid we'll use the
boats to get in touch with the
English" There were a number
of women in the crowd, anc
some of the men began to order
them away as though there
might be trouble.
How do we work withou
ships?" cried one. over the heads
of those in front of him. How
do we eat?"
The soldiers, lean. blond fell
lows mainly, stood silent, finger!
fidgeting on the stocks of theiI
rifles. They had orders to make
no move that might provoke ar
attack. The crowd pushed for
ward. Some of the men hac
knives under their belts.
storm them. Shove them in
to the water"
"Ho, Gunnar, what do We
do?" A little group had formed
about Gunnar Brogge, who wa.
standing near the wall of the
warehouse.
Heavily he shifted weigh
from one foot to the other, gaz
ing over the heads of tn os
around him. Then, Keep quiet,
he said in q low voice.
by God, Gunnar, no."
His arm shot out and caught
hold of the man by the collar
Believe me-" he said fiercely
and put a finger to his lips.
Form a delegation" some
body called out. Lets 60 uI
and talk to the captain"
You swine with the guns, oul
day is coming"
Fists shook in the air. A few
of the men had short wooder
clubs that they used in the boats
They swung them over their
heads, trying to push forward
past those in the front rows
Gunnar ducked suddenly anc
thrust himself in among the
men. To one and another, he
said, BE still. / have gooc
news" They turned to look aft
er him when he had passed. He
saw a soldier watching him.
Break it up" he whispered
hoarsely to the men. go back
to town. There is good news
A tap on the shoulder, and the
quick, low words. "You, Jonas
Lars Kjerlof, help me keep thu
peace. have news for YOU"
The whisper spread hopefully
Men looked at each other NUT
tering, "Gunnar Brogge say!
there is good news" They clap
ped each other on the back
keeping a careful eye on thu
soldiers. did you hear? There
is good news"
Have the English landed?"
"No. Impossible. But maybe
the Swedes are in the war
I'VE don't know what it is
But Gunnar Brogge says Il
make no trouble. He has some
thing up his sleeve"
Thank God, at last"
1.-THE English?"
"To the devil. We're Norwe
gians. Well do it ourselves IL
our own time. Just 60 at i
peaceably now. There's some
thing in the wind"
Slowly, under the force O
Gunnar's urgency, the GROVE
began to drift apart. 1t was ;
clear indication of the respec
they held for him.
The soldiers lowered theil
rifles, and one or two actual.
smiled in relief. In the Grove
here and there a small grouI
would form, talking earnestly
and then break up to meet latel
where it was safer to talk. A
soon as Gunnar saw what wa
happening, he shouldered hi
way clear, and began walking
at a rapid pace up toward tn
square.
He went up past the brown
fronted shops with their sharp
ly sloping roofs. The one-leggee
shoemaker was already sitting
in the shade of his large elm
backing the soles of a new pail
of boots. Men were standing OF
the corners, thumbs in theil
belts, and talking together il
low tones.
He saw everything with a new
eye. He felt strong. And as with
Osterholm, the farmer, a while
before, it would have been hare
for him to describe the feeling
that came over him that now tn,
course was clear. There were M
longer any doubts. The waitin,
was over.
He walked into the dim shop
and the proprietor, Lars Malken
came running toward him from
the back, wearing a shiny blacl
coat, buttoned up to his chin.
"Well. Uncle Lars" said Cur