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"I don't know Queensland much ," Geisner was beginning, when the farther verandah door was swung wide and the dark-haired little woman swept in, tray in hand, the train of her dress trailing behind her. "I heard you, Nellie dear," she cried. "That unfeeling Josie was saying the cruellest things to me. I feel as red as red."
It feels right in my heart somehow and I'll stand by it if I'm the only man left in the world to talk up for it." Geisner linked his arm in Ned's. "Remember this when you are sorrowful," he said. "It is only through Pain that Good comes. It is only because the world suffers that Socialism is possible. It is only as we conquer our own weaknesses that we can serve the Cause."
And every day, all over the continent, there would be printing hundreds of thousands of copies, each one advancing and defending the Labour movement." "It's a grand idea," said Geisner again, "but who'd man the papers, George. Could Labour papers afford to pay managers and editors what the big dailies do?"
What fools men are to waste Life in making each other miserable, he thought! Why should not men like Strong and Geisner join hands? Why should not the republican kiss pass from one to another till loving kindness reigned all the world round? Men were rough and hasty and rash of tongue and apt to think ill too readily.
Two long steps and a short stop! Turn! Now, just to please me, do three long steps." He smiled. "Connie, you are becoming quite a termagant." She looked at Ned questioningly: "Well?" "Oh, Ned and I are beginning to understand one another," said Geisner. "Of course," she replied. "All good men and women are friends if they get to the bottom of each other. Let us go on the verandah with the rest.
As for Bunyan, the Englishman who has never read 'Pilgrim's Progress' does not know his mother tongue." "Oh! Of course, we all admit English letters," interjected Connie. "Do we?" answered Geisner, warming with his theme.
And Geisner, Geisner at whom Nellie was looking fondly, Geisner who he supposed had written a book or a bit of poetry or could play the flute, and who raved about the spoiling of a bit of an island when the happiness of millions upon millions was being spoiled well, he would just like to tell Geisner what he thought of him in emphatic bush lingo. Nellie, herself, seemed peacefully happy. Yet Mrs.
Then they can snap their fingers at advertisers and as every union man will get the union paper there'll be a circulation established at once. They can begin with monthlies and come down to weeklies. When they have learnt thoroughly the system, and when every colony has its weekly or weeklies, then they'll have a chance for dailies, not before." "How would you get your daily?" enquired Geisner.
These other people can't help it, any more than a thief can help it or a poor girl on the streets. They're not happy as they might be, either. And if they were, I think it's better to suffer for the Cause than to have an easy time by opposing it. I'd sooner be Geisner than Strong." "What a comparison!" cried Ned.
Is that him?" answered Ned, astonished. "Verses which bore that signature were as familiar to thousands of western bushmen as their own names. Who is Ford?" he added. "Ford! Oh, Ford signs himself ." Geisner mentioned another signature. "Is he the one who draws in the Scrutineer?" demanded Ned more astonished than ever. "Yes; you know his work?" "Know his work!
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