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"How can they get it?" asked Ned, for Geisner had ceased speaking and mused with a far-off expression on his face. "If we ourselves have it, sooner or later we shall give it to others.
Geisner, Geisner!" The head her hand rested on had sunk down. What were the little man's thoughts? What were they? "But his heart is still the same, Ned," she cried, triumphantly, her sweet voice ringing clear again. "Ah, yes! His heart is still the same, as brave and true and pure and strong. Oh, purer, better! If it came again, Ned, he would do it.
What is her other name?" "Lawton Nellie Lawton. She came here once or twice when you were here before, I think, and for the last year or so she's been our our what do you call it, Harry? You know the thing that South Sea Islanders think is the soul of a chief." "You're ahead of me, Connie. But it doesn't matter; go on." "There's nothing to go on about. You ought to recollect her, Geisner.
For there was a way out, indeed, a way out from the house of bondage, and none had been so near to it in all time as he had all his life, none had had their feet pointed so towards it, none had failed so strangely to pick up the track and follow it to the end. Years ago, as he thought, sleepless, under the stars, he had touched on it, Geisner had brought him near to it.
Only they knew that there was no other way, that unless each man of himself dared to raise the chant and march forward alone, if need be, Liberty could never be. "Well," said Geisner, coming unconcernedly into the circle where they sat in dead silence.
"That's the first step, to get a union," said Geisner. "But unless unionists understand what it's all about they'll only be able to keep up wages for a little while. You see, Ned, this is the difficulty: a man can't work when he likes." "A man can't work when he likes!" "No; not the average man and it's the average man who has to be considered always. Let's take a case yourself. You want to live.
And in her sleep she lived again that night at the Strattons with Ned and heard Geisner profess God and condemn her hatred of maternity. "You close the gates of Life," he said. Taking her hand he led her to where a great gate stood, of iron, brass bound, and there behind it a great flood of little children pressed and struggled, dashing and crashing till the great gates shook and tottered.
Any quibbler can twist the meaning of words, while only those who think the thought can understand. That is why one does not speak much of them. Perhaps we should speak of them more." "It is a barren faith to me," said Nellie. "Then I do not express it well," said Geisner. "But is it more barren-sounding than utter Negation? Besides, where do we differ really?
It doesn't matter." Nellie sat down but she looked to Mrs. Stratton anxiously. The two women exchanged glances. Mrs. Stratton came quickly across to Geisner. "It does matter," she said to him, laying her hands on his head and shoulder and facing Ned thus. "Not to you, of course, but to Ned there. He does not understand, and I don't think you understand everything either.
"I know some of you men don't believe it, but it is the truth nevertheless that Feeling is higher than Reason. Isn't it chilly? You see, after all, you can only reason as to why you feel. Well, Nellie feels. She is an artist. She has got a soul." "What do you call an artist?" queried Geisner, partly for the sake of the argument, partly to see the little woman flare up.
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