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Even Geisner, if his wife had lived, poor girl, and if children had grown up, could hardly be quite the same, don't you know. As it is he only lives for the Cause. He has nothing else to live for. They crushed his weakness out of him and fitted him to turn round and crush them." "It's time he began," remarked Ned, thoughtfully. "He has begun." "Where?" "Everywhere.
They strolled on till they came to the terraced steps of the Gardens. Before them stretched in all its wondrous glory the matchless panorama of grove and garden, hill-closed sea and villa'd shore, the blue sky and the declining sun tipping with gold and silver the dark masses of an inland cloud. "What is Life that we should covet it?" said Geisner, halting there.
"What's the good of that?" he thought. "As Geisner says, they don't know any better. A man ought to pity them, for they're no worse than the rest of us. They're no better and no worse than we'd be in their places. They can't help it any more than we can." A great love for all mankind stole over him, a yearning to be at fellowship with all.
"I've brought you a rose, Nellie," he exclaimed, handing it to her. "I'm so pleased to see you I forgot it." "I knew it was for me," she said, fondly, pinning it at her throat. "How ever did you recollect my colour?" "Do you think I forget anything about you, Nellie?" he asked. She did not answer and they walked on silently. "Where is Geisner?" he enquired, after a pause. "I don't know. Why?"
In the winter we always had poor relief. We should have starved if we hadn't. My father got up at four and came home after dark. My mother used to go weeding and gleaning. I went to scare crows when I was five years old. All the same, we were a family of paupers. Proud to be an Englishman, Geisner! Be an English pauper, and then try!"
These are facts you can see in any collection of statistics. The conservative political economists don't deny them; they only try to explain them away." "But how does it come? Men produce more there than we do here and earn less. How's that?" "Simply because they're robbed more." "Look here, Mr. Geisner!" said Ned, gathering his knees into his arms. "That's what I want to know.
There we were, poor, ragged, hungry wretches, without anything beautiful in our lives, so miserable and hopeless that I didn't even know it wasn't the right thing to be a pauper, and that animal ran up a great wall in our faces so that we couldn't see the grass curse him!" Ford had gradually worked himself into a white rage. "He didn't know any better," said Geisner. "Was he the priest?"
And if," he added slowly, "if one's pain is for others more than for oneself, if in one's heart Humanity has lodged itself, then it may be that one shall feel and know. And from that time you never doubt God. You may doubt yourself but never that all things work together for good." "I do not see it," cried Nellie. "Hush!" said Connie. "Go on, Geisner."
"It was a common danger for all the working classes, and from what I hear has given them unity of feeling earlier than that has been acquired in the south." "Some of the old-fashioned union ideas that they have in Sydney want knocking badly," remarked Arty, smoking cheerfully. "They'll be knocked safely enough if they want knocking," said Geisner.
"It's being run for money, only they make their pile as yet by playing to the gallery while the other papers play to the stalls and dress circle." "It has done splendid work for the movement, just the same," said Ford. "Admit it's a business concern and that everybody growls at it, it's the only paper that dares knock things." "It's a pity there isn't a good straight daily here," said Geisner.
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