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I know a patient, nobly-curving hill That wears a different paleness every hour,— Copper by sun, grey-velvet through a shower,— Topaz and mauve,—blue of the heron’s quill. Forever mean-souled ploughmen scar the soil, And bind, with rambling stony walls, her breast—— Never allow her weary womb to rest, Nor give a moment’s peace for all her toil.
0, if the ploughmen knew what wonders spring From fields that for a season fallow lie— Linder the healing hand of wind and sky Would they not grant her time for flowering! Her heart is rock. I wonder if her tongue Knows how to say "I also once was young”?
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Max Eastman. Editor KNOWLEDGE AND REVOLUTION
Max Eastman
Concerning an Idealism A Protest
RARELY sit down to meditate these paragraphs HE New York Vol/esseiinng called these para Drawing by Art Young that there does not float back to my mind the graphs “Syndicalistische.” We do not know memory that I might have become a Christian why. but it may have been for no more profound I might my weekly minister. be pondering up reason than that a man named Mack Eastman, who exhortation to the conscience. Up to the age of also descended fr0m the oracle on Morningside eighteen I was a minister’s son. And I was the son Heights, used to lecture about Syndicalism to the So against their oppressors; and to that struggle. as it not of an orthodox minister but of a natural heretic, cialist locals in New York. We owe a number of obtains in the twentieth century, we have committed so the possibility of my liking and choosing a hortatory gentle epistles and several umnerited bills to the same profession ourselves for the sake of the ultimate ideal. We do was never remote. However, I am not going nominal confusion, and we are not loath to pass this not therefore hold ourselves to be either less or more to write an autobiography. I only set out to say that little istisclw along to him. I have by idealistic than those who preach brotherhood as an inheritance a peculiar sympathy with those Istische is the German for 1st, and while it sounds artificial emotion and with no method for its achieve moralists who are shocked and disturbed by what ap a little softer, and more adjective], it is just about pears ment. we simply hold our idealism to be more scien in THE MASSES. I understand how they feel. as cramping to the free operation of the mind. tifie. All through the ages it has been the tacit assumption In choosing the title “Knowledge and Revolution" of idealistic people that by dint of preaching they for these paragraphs, we intended a radical departure could make men unnaturally “good.” They could make from the 1st Movement, which we consider the bane the rich altruistic and the poor either prudent or con of intelligence in this century. We meant to make a tent with an humble lot, and so solve inequalities The Mote and The Beam the clean get-away from the whole case of pigeon-holes. and ultimately remove the bondages and miseries of And therefore, while thanking the Volkszeitung for men. And to those who have given themselvesto this those very kind remarks which sent us flying to our labor, or to those who give an hour or of day reminds me of a mule with blinders two one ROOSEVELT Wb‘rterbuch,we are going to request a correction to in each on. \Vhatever way he happens to get directed. week to the emotions attending this labor, it is the effect that these are not Syndicalist paragraphs. naturally he will go straight that way, and neither see, guess, abhorrent to seebefore their face everymonth They are—if they must be hissed at all—Anti-ism-ist publication nor remember that there was ever any other way such a as THE Masses. paragraphs. For here is all the joy and the glamour of idealism to go. attending a labor which directly opposesthat to which I imagine some conversational incident, or some ac him off on this Michigan they have looked for the salvation of the world. We do cidental petulance, started of not teach that the rich must be altruistic and the Door man-hunt, and away he goes with a whole car~load Funny ? prudent or content with their lot. We teach that since moral enthusiasts to establish the fact that he never the rich will not be altruistic to the extent of relin drinks more than two mint-juleps at one and the of Don Quixote, when quishing their essential privilege, it is necessary for same time. HE scholastic commentators they a passage that transcends their ut the poor to be ill content, to be imprudent, to marshal Seems to me, if I were going to establish my char— strike most power to “explain,” will say in a foot-note, “We themselvesagainst the rich, and relying on their supe acter before a public tribunal, I’d make a strike for a joke.” They have learned. you rior numbers to take from them the sources of their a bigger virtue than temperance. Why, even suppose think this must be see, is a humorist. privilege. We put our trust not in the propagation of he were a drunk and a glutton, he would only land that Cervantes this by a statementof A. altruistic sentiments among all, but in the enlighten— in the fourth or fifth of the infernal circles—I’ve for I am reminded of John Sleicher, publisher Judge and Leslie's Weekly, ment of the self-interest of the poor. We put our gotten just which—whereas some of the other names the of that the new tariff policy, if adopted, trust in this for the salvation of the world. this man has been called—and that by editors of his to the elfect definitely that there are to be no more And how disturbing this must be to the preachers own size—would land him with Judas Iscariot in the “will decide wages in the United States at present, of emotional brotherhood we can easily conceive. And Devil’s mouth beneaththe frozen bottom of the lowest increases of is the publisher of a funny while we do not wish to make it less disturbing, or pit of hell—Are we to assumethat all the other libels if ever.” Mr. Sleicher paper, am inclined to conclude that this must narrow the gulf that separatesus from them, we do of all the editors, exceptthis one moderatelittle Michi and I joke. wish to extend to them this word of information: gan farmer, are true? be a That while we may sound grim and polemic, we are And then think of that noble army of Undesirable as idealistic, we are as much moved by the highest Citizens, Malefactors, Liars, and generally Vicious Characters that he has consigned to public ill-repute hope, we are as much concernedover the salvation of Sign of the Times the world, as they. Only we believe that this hope from his high chair at the White House. Suppose can never be achieved,except through a method which they should all descend upon him with a car-load of takes account of the fact that men are what they are. Saints and settlementworkers, calling on him to back JONES pointed out in our Carnegie we have studied history and economics, we have it all up with dates, places, and specifications! MOTHERHall meeting that in West Virginia last winter observed the men and conditions of our own time, and There is humor in this big repudiation of a little for the first time in this country the civil courts were we have seen that the method of progress toward calumny. There is humor in a mule with blinders supersededby a military tribunal in the effort of capi equality and fraternity is the struggle of the oppressed on, but the mule can’t see it. talists to “get” the leaders of a strike. Generated on 2015-07-02 19:55 GMT / http://hdl.handle.net/2027/mdp.39015093166182 Public Domain / http://www.hathitrust.org/access_use#pd THE MASSES
Drawnby Art Young Poisoned At The Source
The Worst Monopoly Liberality Is Not Loose Thinking P to the day of Senator Kern’s speechin the Sen ate, how many people knew that a military des— H F you call yourself liberal-minded, then why do its daily activities at the present time. Its method Virginia? class-struggle. And the method potism had prevailed for months in West you stick to Socialism alone? Isn’t that a is to promote the of reform matter how “radical,” if that word How many people knew that men were shooting each dogma?” (no means anything) is to assuage and obliterate the other a dozen at a time only 7 hours from the me say you don’t believe in dogmatism—thenwhy “You class struggle by means of literary evangelism and that a strike was .on in tropolis? How many knew not open your columns to all the other radical reform concessions on the part of those who hold the eco the Paint Creek section at all? For some secret reason movements?” nomic power. West Virginia has hardly leaked a drop of news in This question was asked in a letter from a per If Socialism were merely an extreme kind of re the last fourteen months. sonal friend. He did not give his name, but he had form, it would be utopian and foolish. It is not a reform at all, but a revolutionary movement. It evidently read an editorial, and we know that only And that secret reason is the Associated Press. looks to the conquest of power by those who do not the personal friends of the editor do that. So we encouraged to hold it. It advocates the conflict. And therefore to I am told that every trust is to be courtesy and appreci will treat him with humble invite into a Socialist magazine those who oppose live its life and grow to such proportions that it may ation. Instead of telling him to go home and find the conflict, would be neither liberal nor illiberal. over by the working public. But and must be taken out what Socialism is, we will try to explain to him It would be simply foolish and untrue to principle. this one trust that I find it impossible to encourageis at least one thing that Socialism is not. It is not a Liberality demands that we be hospitable to ideas Truth trust, the Associated Press. So long as the “radical reform movement.” It is not a movement which are other than»ours; it does not demand that of social regenera propagation of ideas which substance of current history continues to be held in that lies parallel to other schemes we lend ourselves to the tion, only extending a little farther, or moving a contradict ours. cold storage, adulterated, colored with poisonous in little more impatiently. Not at all. Socialism is And so it is that, although we believe in liberty of tentions, sold to the highest bidder to suit his and decidedly contradictory to them. It is not contra mind as Well as body, and we think that liberty of even the private purposes, there is small hope that dictory to them in its ultimate aim so much as in mind is sadly wanting in the Socialist movement of free and the intelligent will take the side of justice the'means by which alone it believes that aim can be America, we will not open our pages to those who method, in the struggle that is before us. attained. It is contradictory to them in its would oppose the central principle of our faith—the principle of revolution. The representativeof the Associated Press was an officer in that military tribunal that hounded the Paint a copy of THE Massss to a Creek miners into the penitentiary in violation of their IHANDEDman who came in to see me the other liberties; and this fact is even more sig Blackballed constitutional day. He looked it over. “That’s too strong nificant and more serious than the abrogation of those for me,” he said. He got tangled up with T has been irrevocably decided that Jacques Loeb liberties. It shows that the one thing which all tribes John Sloan’s and Art Young’s memorable will and nations in time have held sacred—the body of brutal flings at the present social order. not be allowed to sit under a little halo at they went too far. Everybody Truth—is for sale to organized capital in the United He thought the tables of the Century Club. Professor Cattell, goes too far to the man who’s afraid to go States. who proposed him, thinks this is an expression of race out of the house. We need that gomg too prejudice. But there are Jewish people in the Cen far stuff in America. We’ve got all grades tury Club. The trouble with Jacques Loeb is that he Happy Thought of art below the going too far stage. Now we need the tellers of unqualifying stories. will not confine his experimental attitude to home C. ROTH, President of the Hotel Association of We need the artists of the crude line. We made sea-urchins and jellyfish. He wants to apply Illinois, said that an 8-hour law would force need the men who are the same to the end. the methods of scienceto the problems of society. He Young are the same to the end. the women out of the hotels. Sloan and has confidencein the revolutionary hypothesis, and he Tm; MASSES is the same to the end. . . . . “The girl in a hotel doesn’t work half as hardvas stands ready publicly to promote every experiment Taking it on the whole, as it stands, it’s a in a private family,” that aims to verify it. And that—if I may adopt the the secondmaid or cook said Mr. vehement red-paint signal post. “Why regulate their hours?" attitude of those who rejected him—is worse than Roth. not —HORACETRAUBELin The Comen/afar. Yes—why not? being a Jew. Generated on 2015-07-02 19:55 GMT / http://hdl.handle.net/2027/mdp.39015093166182 Public Domain / http://www.hathitrust.org/access_use#pd THE THIRD MAGUS Samuel McCoy
LD General Jim McGrew and old Admiral Henry “And how P” asked the mother. General McGrew and Admiral Truetitt say that's the veranda, General, only way to make a man out of him.” Truefitt stoodtogetheron the Admiral’s . “Why, there ain’t but one way,” said the 0 on Delaware street. It was December,but the “that’s to fight” The old man on the walk hesitated in evident per ' day was warm. A little boy, the General’s The boy's mother looked troubled. plexity. grandson, marched up to them, demanding to be The boy, with the drum and the frigate now in his "Well," he said slowly, “I reckon they know best. amused. possession, was about to begin a combined olfensive They is both great men, ma’am. I wa’n’t nothin’ but "Play wiv me, grampa," he commanded. demonstration by land and sea, when he caught sight a high private. But I never been quite sure in my timidly corner own mind about fightin’ since General McGrew chuckled with pride. of a third old man, slouching i around the I come home from the of the veranda from the rear. . War. Y’see, my mother got word I’d been killed and "Play wiv me, too, Uncle Henry,” said the boy to “Oh, oh!” he screamed in ecstasy, “there Uncle she . . she sort 0’ . . . it sort 0’ the Admiral. Billy!” she was dead when I got home, furloughed. The Admiral roared in triumph. And he hurled himself toward the newcomer And I was sick f’r so long a spell that I couldn’t help "Wants his old godfather, too,” he remarked sav_ The third old man caught the boy’s chubby form as Dad. He was awful old an’ weak. . . . I .agely to the General. it leaped into his arms, and, grinning apologetically at hed t’ watch him go, little by little, an’ I couldn’t The General drew from behind him a toy drum. the Admiral and the General, saluted each with a hand help. The Admiral, by some legerdemain,produced from no stiffly raised. “Of course, it’s different with th’ A’miral an’ th' where a tiny full-rigged ship. The daily battle for the “Hadn’t ought t’ charge at me like that, Henry,” he Gen’rul but—" occupancyof one small boy’s heart was on. said to the boy, “my defences is a-gittin’ weak.” He paused, embarrassed. The boy hesitated between the two prizes held out “Come up here, dodgast ye!” roared the General, “I The General cleared his throat tremendously. The to him. want my daughter-in-law to know the-bravest man Admiral opened his mouth to speak and then shut it “Don’t hesitate!” bellowed the General. “You’ll that ever carried a gun! Ruth, this is Billy Heine again. never win anything if you do. At Antietam”— man, that served a gun at Watterson’s Crossing five “Ain’t you goin’ to give me a present, Uncle Billy ?" “Make up your mind quick!” said the Admiral, his hours single-handed and risked his own life to bring begged the boy, tugging at the skirts of the faded blue eyesintensebeneathhis white brows. “Farragut”— his cap’n oficthe fieldl” overcoat. - The boy reached out boih hands. one towards each The Admiral nodded vigorously. “Why, of course, of course,” ejaculated the third bristling warrior’s offering. Uncle Billy disentangled the joyous boy from his old man, reaching hastily into a ragged pocket. The two old men roared in glee. wooden leg and ducked his head shamefacedly. “‘Tain’t much, jes’ a little lamb I cyarved outen a “ )Y) ' I “He ain’t to be a soldier." said the General, “he’ll ’T’wan’t nothin, he muttered “I 125 come piece 0’ wood.” run Wall Street.” ’round t’day t’ ask if ye’d need anybody t’ fix th’ He produced it bashfully. The General lifted the The Admiral chuckled assent. furnace?" boy up to see, and the three white heads bent over The boy’s mother came out upon the porch. “What The boy’s mother looked at him with shining eyes. the sunny one and the gift. are you two old clearsteaching my boy?” she smiled. .“‘Why, of course,” she said, “we’ll need you. But “I want ’e drum!” said the boy emphatically. “Teaching him to be a man,” said the Admiral you’re just in time to settle a question. Do you think But the General and the Admiral hesitated. grimly. that my boy needs to be taught how to fight? And the boy’s mother smiled.
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Which in sleep had fallen on you-- as Ye are many---t11ey are few. T/H'Alussrs._/u1_v,1011‘ . From THE MASK OF ANARCHY. by Shelley Generated on 2015-07-02 19:55 GMT / http://hdl.handle.net/2027/mdp.39015093166182 Public Domain / http://www.hathitrust.org/access_use#pd ADAM AND S UNDAYV Rebert Carlton Brown crude, has DAM COOK believed in communism: that is other day in the bay, and occasionally offering a lodg It is a fiat-footed dance a man does who why he lived alone—but only for a time. ing to a stray chicken or two. Thus, living up strictly done nothing but the philosophic stride for two years, A Adam treated himself as an experiment. to the tenets of active Socialism. he was happy. but Adam remembereda part of a clog, a part of a quadrille, with a bit of old fashioned waltzing to fill Like the child with the chicken, he figura One niOrning as Adam was strolling early along the tively pulled off his own feathers to see how they beach that was his by right of usage, he came upon in the gaps, and he did pretty well. were stuck on. Adam‘s first experiment. after he foot—prints in the sand. As first he tried to name Just as he was whirling around in a sort of Spanish settledin Eden, was with his hair. lie let his whiskers some animal or bird to which they might belong. fandango, or omelette, he heard a scream, and then grow to a point where, when he peered out through Then something stirred him. Could they be the foot another. The screams sounded as feminine as the the bushes at a passing stranger, it was impossible to prints of a man-Friday, or a woman-Friday? He footsteps looked; Adam instinctively turned and distinguish anything but his peaked nose and pointed thought of the calendar—it was Sunday. He thought dashed toward the sound. It came from around a chin among the foliage. of Robinson Crusoe and his discovery. Could this bend in the bay. so he cut direct through the thicket. seen one at Adam hadn't always lived in Eden. He had been be a human foot-print? He had never As he burst through, the screams became more in morning since he had lived in Eden. hired as stenographerin the New Orleans headquarters that hour of the sistent and he suddenly came face to face with a five knees, he inspected the impression. of the Suffragette Movement. But Adam, ever a rad— Dropping to his foot woman standing on one leg and kicking the other A deep ical, always susceptibleto the ideal, was converted by His verdict was that it was almost human. frantically in an effort to loosen the hold of a bold a thumb, a travelling Mormon missionary and dismissed by the square hole, like the impress of teamster's blue crab, clumsily but effectively embracing the little though indignant Suffragettes, all in one day. and two inches in front a rounded point, as toe that went to market. slipper. Then he looked about for a job. There being noth left by the toe of a little suede Adam was about to. rush forward and strangle the is ing open, he took to the woods—a move'he had long Why Adam should think that slipper was suede clinging crab, when his swinging arm came in contact ‘ beside planned. a mystery. But suede it was. Adam sat down with his chest and he rememberedthat he was shirt the print. thrust his own feet into the lapping water less. For agonizing Down in Alabama he found the proper place. a rude one moment he stopped and tried and looked at them glistening there, bare, in the morn to cover upper hut on the edge of a Single Tax colony. There he the half of himself with widespread ing sun. Then he stood up, stroked his long. wild hands. Then he ducked, turned, would live the natural life, untrammeled by civiliza— and fled for the beard, and thoughtfully pressed his broad sole into the bushes. tion and Suffragettes. Discarding the make-shifts of sand beside the fair, civilized print. “Help! Help!” societyat once, Adam walked to that place in Alabama. screamedthe fair one. “Adam and Sunday," he said meditatively, looking Adam had gained the brush and was peering over He did this mainly because walking is the “natural” at them side by side and getting a thrill out of it. a blackberry bush. mode of travel, but partly also becausehe had a capital Then he scratched the two names in the sand with “But I—l—" of only forty cents. W'hen Adam reached the hut, he his great toe and bracketed them, a beam of satisfac “Help! It’s a crab! On my foot!" took off his outer shirt and donned a pair of khaki screamed the tion spreading evenly over his tanned face. Somewhat girl. trousers. further on he spied another deepheel mark. Marveling Adam grasped a thorny branch in his Two years later there was Adam, living alone in the agony, and how she could walk in the sand on those little stilts. tried to wrench it off to cover his same hut, eating his simple breakfast out of two huge near nakedness. he followed the track along the lapping water’s edge “Help! Help! Come! Please!” She trailing bowls placed on an upturned stump. He ate and drank was until some conflicting cuts on the smooth sidewalk of the crab along in the sand and limping and paced back and forth philosophizing. He wore a toward him. sand gave him sudden pause. He dropped to the trail "But I—my shirt—~” different undershirt, but the same pair of trousers. and examined each mark with infinite care. Here was "Never mind your shirt; are you a man or a cloth In those two years Adam mixed not with his fellow where she had sat down, actually rolled over, in the ing store dummy?” beings in the Single Tax community. Neither did he damp sand. Her elbow had left this impression. That Thus challenged Adam burst from the bushes and spin. Yet he was not wholly idle. He read Henry stick with the damp sand clinging to the end of it ruthlessly twisted the crab from its claw. The talon George, Upton‘Sinclair, John Stuart Mill, .Epictetus, she had poked at a spider crab. Here were the signs dropped. Adam examined the bruise and found that Myrtle Reed, Wagner and Schopenhauer. He ac of a seam in her dress; the point of her parasol had the girl’s toe-nail had preventedany great damage,but quainted himself with predigestedphilosophy and used mark, left its and there was a sand flower she had there was a slight abrasion on the flesh at plantain leaves for handkerchiefs. Through daily the side. dropped. He bent over it giddily, looking more thought and daily reading he became an even more at the shapeli Adam looked ahead and gave a mad leap. It is trite ness of the foot than at the wound, and grad ardent radical than he was at birth. Everything rad— drew it to say he couldn’t believe his eyes, but actually he ually, instinctively toward his lips. ical appealed to him—anything radical. What the couldn’t. There was a “natural” feminine foot-print— She struggled to maintain her balance, meanwhile, world despised and cast out Adam Cook clasped to the bare foot itself—imprinted on the sands of Eden. on the other leg. He looked up startled. Her eyes his bosom and warmed back to life. He still had He had never seen one before, anywhere. Yet his were reproachful. He put the foot quickly hopes for trial marriage, longed for a free distribution down. eyes assured him that this was a female foot-print. “There’s your foot,” he said. of property, and loved the Mafia and Camorra for Those square thumb—punchedholes had disappeared, “Oh, thank you." she replied. their active anarchy. ' and in their place was the impression of part of a Then she looked at his shirtlessness. Aside from reclaiming the old, Adam systematically heel, human shaped like a small fig, and then came the “Aren’t you afraid you'll take coldP” she asked. adopted the new. He was a communistic Socialist, five them, toes. of and so nicely graded. Adam gaspe'd. “Aren’t you afraid of what people will say?” he re Mormon, Atheistic New-Thoughtist, Sympathizer with Then he dropped right down and reverently passed plied. looking down at the injured toe she was thrust the Vivisectionists. Single Taxer, Firm Believer in his fingers over them one at a time. repeating with ing deep into the cool sand. Musical Therapeutics and Vegetarianism. What he the tender tone he had oft noted in his mother’s "If they see me here with you?” she queried. didn’t believe in had no followers. In a word, Adam’ voice, “This little pig went to market, this little pig “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that—I was thinking of was even more receptive and radical than the Single stayed at home, this little pig had roast beef, and”— your bare feet.” Adam looked around him three times, Taxers themselves. He had a rabid opinion on every He broke off, leaped to his feet, and ran ahead to as they say a wild dog does before settling in strange subject, and even a theory for solving the Servant point a where his eyes had drifted. There, sculptured quarters. “I—you'll pardon me, and promise to wait Problem. sands, on the was evidenceof a wild, joyous morning right here while I run back to town and buy a shirt?” The reason he had not mingled with his Single Tax dance. He felt her grace and ease of motion in the “It’s not necessary,” she said, thrusting a red silk neighbors in th05e two years was that he dwelled on regular, almost rhythmic foot-prints she had left. His parasol toward him. “Wear this." privately—ownedland and wore neither shoe, shirt, nor senses,extraordinarily acute, caught and modelled the So he sat by her side, the umbrella between them chapeau. The colony believed in a Single Tax, but arch to her foot where she had danced, and he was and draped over his left shoulder. opposed the single garment. So Adam kept entirely in ecstasyover her toe twirling. “A thing like this wouldn’t happentwice in the same to himself, made his living in the ideal climate he had “A dance of devotion to the sun!” he cried. life-time,” sighed Adam, lolling back and toying tremu chosen for his Eden by working two hours in his And then Adam essayeda little skip step of his own, lously with the silken tassel on the parasol. garden each day, fishing and crabbing an hour every being very careful not to destroy the original prints. 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escapethem. He turned teacher and talked. People their faith—the faith U:Cy had founded—and elopcd?‘ She did not answer immediately,but after a pause listened, and some came to live with him, for be it All Eden held its breath. she asked him in an awed tone, “Are you really an an had found Nature, had solved the complexities The searcherswent farther. archist, and do you live on monkey food, and write was who life, and knew a true, trusted comradeship as the One, stumbling over a low, crude couch, caught at poems,and—never,never trim your whiskersI’” of should exist between thinking man and the wall for support, and the wall gave way behind a “All of that and more, Madam,” said Adam im only tie which woman. hanging, showing a trap door. This covered a down— pressively. ' for ward passage,through which the discoverers feverishly “And your soul throbs, and you believe in a re Adam was invited to lecture and write articles work, equal magazines. As first was reluctant, de tumbled. distribution of property,the degradationof the Sunday he passed through cave-room deep suffrage, and affinity?” she asked anxiously. spising the money and notoriety offered him. But his They a comfortable while, as he said, in the ground between the huts of the Big Brother “I do," said Adam, and there was timbre in his tone. little flock and Sunday insisted that delusion, his duty to and Sister and directly beneaththe common log. Fol “And so do I. I am a nature worshipper. I despise money was a snare and a it was the erring world, lowing the passage they gasped to see it lead up, all artifice. I would live in a hut in the woods and go out and teach this very fact to He through a cleverly concealed rug, into Sunday’s own eat raw food,” she exclaimed vehemently. even though money should be the inevitable result. sanctified cottage. Returning to room below, “Ah, but words are nothing. A proof that you would l” must lay bare the inner relations of the ideal com thecave by the aid of candles set in the wall they examinedthe cried Adam, fixing on her his fiercestphilosophic gaze. munity, teach and proselyte. chamber, fully Peeping from “There!” She gave a little checked cry and threw So Adam did. Civilization spoiled not him. He ap— comfortable furnished. beneath a lounge piled with pine boughs was a pair one high heeled shoe far out into the bay. pearedon the platform bare of foot and wild of whisker. present of cozy, furry, red-lined bed-slippers, beautifully vain “You surrender to nature. It is enough. Don’t!” preachingonly anarchy,utter annihilation of the of man and feminine, and over the back of a rustic bench was Adam caught the secondshoe before she hurled it into social system,and telling of the ideal progress Eden, Comradeship. a man’s bath-robe. The truth-believers probed further, the surf and stuffed it into his pocket. “Come,” he and woman in on the basis of faltering for facts. They found jars of coffee, tea, cried. “We are the true Nature lovers. 1 will build Many heard and some believed. In a year’s time tobacco,and whiskey. you that but in the woods, and it shall be next to Sunday herself felt called to go 'on the road with him, Their mine, and we shall meet in the mornings and worship to teach. They maintainedthe samestrict comradeship; comments were muttered in a low tone at first, but they denouncedwith righteous wrath the the sun. We shall dance together on the sands. We and it was a pretty thing to see Adam, bare—foot,lead soon deceivers who had put shall be comrades, fellow fighters in the strife for the Sunday, in sandals,each night to the door of her room behind them (or below them) all worldly things. natural life. Come, we don’t care what the Single in the principal hotel of the town in which they hap 'l‘axers or the postmaster say. It shall be a platonic pened to be teaching. Finally somebodysaw a bit of white paper fluttering pact betweenus.” Adam took in thousands of dollars in checks, but below a frame hanging on the mud wall. “True platonic friendship. It is all I have ever he was a child as to money. He Just put the checks “Dear misguided folks,” it read, “we have known thrusting wanted and ever will,” she cried feelingly, into handy banks and forgot all about them. Five the joys of domestic bliss together in this room these hand. peanuts sufficedhim for out her velvety little manicured cents for and a dim-efor fruit three years, but we are both tired of counting money; Adam pressedit in his unpolishedpaw and lifted her a day’s spending money. Neither tea, coffee, tobacco, Sunday’s health has suffered from constantly adding to her twinkling bare feet. They began work that nor rum tempted him. He was as abstemious as a up profits, and' this room gets very damp and chilly morning, and before night the house was finished. camel. ‘ during the Spring rains. We can't face out another Adam bought another shirt on credit, went to the He and Sunday walked instead of taking the railroad, season of discomfort in our cave. We have sailed for lnn and personally conducted Sunday’s suit-case and despising all evidences of civilization except hotels, Paris. Be of good cheer and go back to the old, simple steamer-trunkto her little cabin on his back. He stood mindful only of their duty to teach the world to come faith of your fathers. New ideas are all right from without and dumped them respectfully inside, not pre back and live altogether, as it were, an massc with a commercial standpoint, especially for the organizers, suming to enter, for now it was her abode and certain Nature. but they’re hard to carry out consistently. Go back to rules and boundaries must be arranged and respected. After six months of strenuous lecturing and writing the laws and ways of your fathers; they had things Single After that there was another question besides Adam and Sunday returned tired to Eden, and took doped out right. Sunday and I realized that from the Tax in the neighboring colony. to their respective bungalows in the woods. People very first, as you will see by the evidencein the frame vicinity of Eden Somebody gathering lilies in the flocked to live and linger in the vicinity. \Nith Adam below. ADAM AND SUNDAY.” spied Adam and Sunday eating porridge and Sunday as Big Brother and Sister the community one morning The frame was dragged down and inspected by a log in the common clearing betweentheir was conductedwith great spiritual success. together on candle-light. In it appeared a piece of white paper Another saw them walking together through two huts. Adam wrote books and magazine articles, Sunday bearing the names of Adam Cook and Sunday Smith, pines by moonlight, and a third swore he had the helping him, on the common log between their huts. and a date only two days after they had agreed to live passedby Eden that same night and seenAdam escort ' The idea took like wild-fire. The affinity theory be the natural life together, though separate. At the top soul-mate to her cabin door, bow and say, “Good his came neglected,and all who held radical ideas on love of the paper were two engraved words, “Marriage night, Madam,” as grandly and reservedly as a waiter and life joined the happy little colony, until Adam was License.” at Delmonico’s. forced to build a hotel and start a magazine. Some maids, who were advancedin thought and age, He would have taken to making furniture, rag rugs, “Tie of Thee. approved of the relation, were certain and bay-berry said they quite candles if it were not for the fact that There was a wench in our town, it was wholly proper, and could never understand,any he and Sunday got tired of counting money and piling ' She was a way, why so much stress was laid on sex. A few bach it in stacks to be deposited in the bank. poor wage slave; elors agreed. A newspaperheard of the story and sent One morning as all the inhabitants of Eden came to Her son, her only pride and joy, out an enterprising young man to interview Adam and the common log for their daily Breakfast Break-silence He was a soldier brave. Sunday. from Adam and their morning marvel over what a sitting demurely eachon his own side natural, unfleshly life they leading, they He found them were received One day the mother went on strike— of the common log, enchangiugviews on anarchy and a shock in finding both their leaders absent. Gone, but What did the certain subtle shadings of the soul. The reporter, con not forgotten. brave boy do? fused and amused,made a rather good feature story on At noon—timethe faithful followers became impa He took his Governmental Gun the strange young couple who treated each other as tient and pounded on Adam’s door. No answer came. And shot his Ma in two. brother thinkers. That brought people to Eden. Adam They stepped reverently to Sunday’s but and attacked dodged in bush for the first few days and portal about the it. The swung open at their first knock and And when he saw his Ma was dead, managed to evade them. There could have been no the single room within proved empty. There were That toiling Ma of his’n, reason for this but modesty or bashfulness,for out of signs of a hurried gathering-up. respect to his comrade Sunday he had never removed The true-believers rushed back to Adam’s little roof He heaved a sigh, and shed a tear, the shirt he donned on the day of her coming. tree and poundedin the panels. That too was deserted. And said, “Well—’t’s Patriotism.” Longer than a few days, however, Adam could not Had Big Brother and Sister turned traitors. deserted ——Mary Field. Generated on 2015-07-02 19:55 GMT / http://hdl.handle.net/2027/mdp.39015093166182 Public Domain / http://www.hathitrust.org/access_use#pd 13
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