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Moreover, they would read it at their leisure, and have time to think it all over! And after Mr. Pollard had gone, he rushed off in great excitement to tell Everley about it. "You won't need to print those circulars," he said. "For I told him where the meeting was to be." But Everley only smiled at this. "We'll get out our stuff just the same," he said.
Accordingly, we sallied forth to a place called the Moss, a wild tract of moorland lying about a mile to the right of the road to Everley, and famous for the red bog, produced, I presume, by chalybeate springs, which, when mixed with the fine Bagshot silver sand, is so effectual in changing the colour of flowers.
"I will give my services free to defend the speakers, or I will be the first man to be arrested whichever the comrades prefer." "We will lose our jobs," said some one in the rear of the room. "Yes," said Everley, "that is something you will have to consider. You know well enough how much I have lost already." Samuel listened in breathless excitement to this discussion.
Go on!" and waving his fists in the air. "I don't know," said Everley. "I never saw him before." "An outrage!" yelled the man. "Kill the police! Smash them! Drive them away!" And Everley caught the boy's arm, crying excitedly, "He's been sent here, I'll wager! They want to provoke trouble!"
And our people ought to hear this story, as well as the members of the church." And then he read the circulars, and the motion was put, and carried unanimously. "Now," said Everley, "I suggest that the local make this the occasion of a contest for the right to hold street meetings in Lockmanville. As you know, the police have refused permits ever since the strike.
There was a general shout of protest that made the policemen glad of their numbers. Of these exciting events Samuel and Everley had been witnesses from the vantage point of a soap box. Now suddenly the boy caught his friend's arm and pointed, crying, "Who's that man?" Near the outskirts of the thrown was a big burly individual, who had been roaring in a furious voice, "For shame!
While the other members of the local scattered to distribute the circulars, Everley and Friedrich escorted Samuel home, and saw him safely in, and the door locked. They had supplied him with some Socialist papers and pamphlets, and he spent most of the next day devouring these.
"Believe in free love?" echoed Everley. "What put that into your head?" "But don't they believe in free love?" persisted Samuel. "Why, of course not. Who said they did?" "But they are Socialists!" And the other put down his work and laughed heartily. "Where did you pick that up?" he asked. "Why," stammered the boy, "I've read everywhere that Socialists believe in free love!"
And so, after nearly an hour's search, when he found himself lost in a maze of advertisements, he brought himself to realize that there was not a line of the story in the paper! When Everley arrived at his office that morning, Samuel was waiting for him on the steps. Seeing the paper in the other's hand, the young lawyer laughed. "You found out, have you?" he said. "It's not here!" cried Samuel.
To them Everley told briefly the story of Samuel's adventures and what he proposed to do. The glow of excitement with which they received the tidings left no doubt as to their attitude. And a couple of blocks around the corner was a little shop where a grizzled old carpenter, "Comrade Beggs," clutched Samuel's hand in a grip like one of his vises, while he expressed his approval of his course.
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