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So they went down, and while Johann hurried back to his work, Samuel and Everley stopped in a cigar store a couple of doors down the street, kept by a little Russian Jew with a merry face and dancing black eyes. "Comrade Lippman," said Everley, "this is Mr. Prescott." There came also "Comrade Minsky," from the rear workroom, a cigar maker, bare-armed and very yellow and emaciated.
"I'll call a special meeting of the local," he said. "They must take you up. The movement's been slow in Lockmanville of late, and a fight like this is just what the comrades need." "But I'm not a Socialist!" objected Samuel. "That's all right," replied Everley, "we don't care about that." Samuel had not meant it that way, but he could not think how to make his trouble clear.
When they arrived at Everley, Sir John was ashamed to face the troop to tell them the story, although we were already in the field anxious to see our commanders dressed up in their new uniform.
"I can get the local together to-morrow night," went on the other. "There's no time to be lost. We must get out a lot of circulars and cover the town." "But I only wanted the people of the church to come," said the boy. "But others will come anyway," said Everley. "And haven't the people a right to know how they've been robbed?" "Yes," said Samuel, "they have."
The workingmen of the town had lost their last hope in the unions; they were suffering from the hard times; and now, if ever, was the time to open their eyes to the remedy. And the Socialists were powerless, because they had permitted the police to frighten them. Now they must make a stand. "You realize that it will mean going to jail?" asked Dr. Barton. "I realize it," said Everley.
"I knew just what would happen," said the other. "But I thought I'd let you see for yourself." "But what does it mean?" demanded the boy. "It means," was the answer, "that the Lockman estate has a mortgage of one hundred thousand dollars on the Express." And Samuel's jaw fell, and he stood staring at his friend. "Now you see what it is to be a Socialist!" laughed Everley. And Samuel saw.
So he began. He told how he had been robbed, and how he had sought in vain for work, and how he had been arrested. And because he saw that these were people who understood, he found himself a case, and thinking no longer about himself. He talked for nearly half an hour, and there was quite a sensation when he finished. Then Everley rose to his feet again.
If the police attempted to interfere with this, the doctor was to persist until he had been actually placed under arrest; and then others were to take up the attempt in different places, until six had been arrested. In this case Samuel was to make no attempt to speak at all; they would "save" him for an out-door meeting and also Everley, who was to defend them in court.
And then they called on Dr. Barton, a young physician, whom Everley declared to be one of the mainstays of the local of the town. "He got his education abroad," he explained, "so he has none of the narrowness of our physicians. His wife's quite a speaker, too." Mrs. Barton was a sweet-faced and mild-looking lady, who reminded Samuel of the picture of his mother.
And I move that beginning with Thursday evening, we hold a meeting on the corner of Market and Main streets, and tell this story to the public. And that we continue to hold a meeting every night thereafter until we have made good our right." Samuel could see from the faces of the men what a serious proposition this was to them. Everley launched into an impassioned speech.
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