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SHALL I LOOK BACK?
From some dim height of being. undescried.
Shall I look back and trace the weary way
By which my feet are journeying today—
The toilsome path that climbs the mountain
side.
Or leads into the valley sun-denied.
Where, through the darkness hapless wander
ers stray,
Unblessed, uncheered, ungladdened by a ray
Os certitude their errant steps to guide?
Shall I look beck and see the great things
small;
The toilsome path. God's training for my feet.
The reins that never had been worth my
tears?
Will some great light of rapture, bathing all.
S * Make bygone woe seem Joy; past bitter,
sweet ? ' _ _
Shall I look back and wonder at my fears?
—Louise Chandler Moulton.
The Boers and Mr. Chamberlain.
HISTORY repeats Jtzelf. In seek
ing a settlement with the Boer
generals who went to London
(against General Kruger's wten
j,esas we understand). the old. old
question of the American civil war came
up in the discussion. It reads as if Mr.
Chamberlain <the colonial secretary, the
Joseph Chamberlain who married a
.Yankee lady, when he was a smaller fac
tor than at present in the English govern
ment). had been well ingrained with the
northern view of our war between the
states. It shows also how little was giv
en to the south in the final settlement
with those that overran the country and
how the conqueror looked upon the south
ern people.
I am only a woman, have no vote, count
leas than a row of pins with either the
English people or the whole Yankee na
tion. but Mr. Chamberlain's estimate of
the very little that was given us. inclines
me to grate my teeth and cry out in
wardly: "How long, oh! how long."
The Boer generals ask for complete
amnesty and a yearly grant to the Boer
widows and orphans and disabled Boer
veterans, equal rights with Dutch and
English in courts and in schools, the
right to return to South Africa, release
of all prisoners of war. compensation to
those who were deprived of civil offices
or liberty to occupy them again, compen
sation for distribution of private proper
ty: ownership of their own lands again,
reinstatement where lands were confiscat
ed. payment for benefit of obligations in
curred by the republics no division of
the Transvaal, with time allowed to pay
the debts of the Transvaal.
Mr. Chamberlain gets his “back up."
to use a provincialism, at such demands.
He is in -gh dudgeon because the Boer
genera! are insistent. *»e compares their
situation to what was allowed the south
ern people after the surrender at Appo
mattax.
Mr. Chamberlain compared Great Brit\
ain's treatment of the Boers . with the
treatment of the south by the north af
ter the civil war in America.
"I would remind the general." said
Mr. <.namberlaln. "that we have under
taken already > more obligations than
have ever before been undertaken under
similar circumstances. To take one case
in my time. I recollect very well the
great civil war in America, and I appeal
to that because I.la. stands out as a
case in which more than ever before, or.
indeed, ever since the victor, the con
queror. showed a magnanimous and
general feeling for the conquered. There
was goou reason for this, because they
were brothers of the same race, the same
religion the same everything. It was a
civil war. but even in that case the
northern side—that Is to say, the vic
torious —made no provision whatever
either byway of grant, pension or al
lowance to the/people who had been
wounded to the side that had been con
quered. They gave them their lives and
their liberties, and after a period of ten
years gave them votes, but did not give
them any money compensation. But we
have gone up a step beyond that, because
we have contributed, in addition to all
our own enormous expenses, a very large
sum to relieve those who are really
destitute in our new colonies. We have
done more than I think was expected,
and we have done all that we can afford
to do. and I think It would be undesirable
for the generals to press us any further
in this matter, either now or in writing/’
—(Associate Press dispatch.)
Why was not Mr. Chamberlain candid
enough to tell the whole truth about what
tne south suffered in days of reconstruc
tion and what it is still suffering In heavy
taxation to pay pensions to the northern
Mde?
Why did he not tell how the people of
the south were disfranchised and negro
'officials put over the men and women of
'.- .s country? It would be intolerable to
the Boers.
Os course no federal pensions were paid
to the widows and orphans of southern
soldiers. Os course there was no money
compensation for their losses!
Our land, our labor, everything we own
is taxed to make the north richer and the
poor south today has to tax itself almost
to depletion to put food and clothes on
the helpless widows and maimed veterans
from the civil war with no offer from
the northern side to help them after more
than thirty years of peace.
And besides, the south is expected to
make their fdrmer slaves the social
equals of the white men and women in
tne south, because the fanatics in the
north are still frantic to compel our men
and children to ride in the same cars,
sleep in same hotels and eat in same res
taurants with the negroes of the south.
Indeed there has been no restriction,
no pension, no money give to educate the
wu.te children of the south, except with
a few private individuals In the north.
And. indeed, we know and feel that the
south taxes itself to give common school
e-ucation to the negroes (because Ig
norance drags down a nation s progress)
in addition to other burdens.
Mr. is correct when he
sums up the minimum help received by
tne southern people. And look at Arling
ton Heights, wont you. the property of
Mrs. Robert E. Lee. inherited from her
noble ancestry, from General Washington
and bis wife?
There was deliberate design to humili
ate Mrs. Lee, because her distinguished
hueband was commander in chief of the
Confederate army, so her own home be
queathed to her by her own kindred, has
been used to bury the Federal dead. Why
did not Mr. Chamberlain tell the whole
s(f>ry complete? Is he going to confiscate
Paul Kruger's property and prevent him
from ever looking on his dead wife's
grave? We shall see what we will see. It
Seems the Boers will get little aid.
I want to know (and shall never die
satisfied until It is made plain to me) how
and where the "northern side ' acquired
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authority to deprive the southern side of
voting for "ten years.” If we had been
subjects of a king we might have been
punished according as kings are wont to
punish, but we had no king and lost no
vested right that we enjoyed as freemen
so long as we lived in a republic.
It was an aggravated case of
"I<et him take who has the power,
And let him keep who can.”
It is a long lane that never turns. If
the seceding states had as many prop
ertv rights in land after the war as they
had before the war; and I guess they had.
then it was a high-handed proceeding to
deprive them of their votes for ten years,
and the south will remaiA solid as long
as there is a republican party to dic
tate terms to them, because the memory
of this tyranny makes a gulf that they
can never bridge by political platforms
or campaign promises.
And any southern man who curries fa
vor with the powers that be. by abusing
soutuern men and women because they
are opposed to social equality with ne
groes. will have to vacate and let another
take his place.
The St. Louis Boodlers.
IT IS a sad commentary on human
greed and weakness when we find the
• late municipal officers of the city of
St. Louis exposed as miserable bribe
takers when action was had on some city
matters that came before them. Twenty
five hundred dollars apiece bought the
gang, and they went cheap, I a«n com
pelled to say. If I felt obliged to sell my
honor and debase my character I’d surely
try to make it worth my while, and al
though $2,500 means that many dollars, it
is a precious little sum to barter and
trade one's honor for in any city, town or
hamlet, and forever stand gibbeted as a
public swindler.
St. Louis is to be the greatest exposition
city in the United States during the year
1904. This boodling transaction is a se
rious black eye to the undertaking. I
don't - think I ever knew a more dreadful
blow to a city's fair name, for certainly
it is a miserably poor letter of credit or
advertisement; for all the nations of the
earth to come over and hear about and
have pointed out to them, as will surelv
happen when they become exhibitors at
the great fair.
What's the matter with public life in
these latter days, when a man’s honor was
so precious to the early patriots of the
republic?
When our school boys and girls read
about Benedict Arnold In their school his
tories they must feel a thrill of pride, that
the poor men. who captured Major Andre
with incriminating papers in his boots,
were too noble In mind and heart to be
bought with British gold. There is no
prouder chapter In our American historv
than the Invulnerable honor of those con
tinental soldiers. If they had not been
true men. the chances are that this coun
try today would be a British colonial
province like Canada, instead of a repub
lic where every boy in the land has an
equal chance to rise to the highest posi
tions among us. provided he has energy
and resolution.
I don't care how rich a people may get
to be. the honor of its citlaens is still its;
greatest boast and bulwark against evil,
and old Rome nwer went down in decay
until its citizenship was debased by their
greed of money, despite its art, science,
literature and religion.
I read a notice of some prominent pub
lic man a short time ago who had held
elevated positions 'in the past, but who
died poor in this world's goods. The no
tice went on to add he "died poor because
he was honest.”
Poverty does not enjoy a monopoly of
honesty, and wealth does not mean neces
sary coruptlon. The idea that was inten
ded to be conveyed was this, namely, pub
lic officials cannot get rich and remain
immaculate in public service. It has
reached a place where the opportunity
seems to be generally open to commer
cial politics and the man who dies poor
after he has handled large sums of public
money, or who does not sell his votes,
is accounted an honest man.
Are We a Nation of Serfs?
When we see how completely thd most
of our people are governed by the cus
toms and manners of those they live
among, it is very hard to demonstrate
our love for freedom and civil liberty, if
we really possess it.
We will wear any sort of fashions that
are provided for us ty the can-can in
Paris. The women will wear bustles, or
hoops, or pouter-pigeon dress bodies, and
when other people dike themselves out in
extravagantly queer-looking frocks we
find our young women actually hurrying
themselves into exhaustion to get their
new frocks built that way. and‘losing
sleep at night to fix over the old ones to
look as nearly like the fashion plates as
possible.
When I first begun to make my little
boy's breeches, in the long time ago, I
was so much afraß. of getting the little
pants too small that I made them baggy
in the seat and a plain-spoken neighbor
who oeheid these primitive attempts of
mine for my first born laughed gleefully
and said, "Why, Jo.inny could carry a
peck oi biscuit in the seat of his
breeches."
When I se£ the enormous dress forms
t.*at our beautiful young girls are wear
ing in front of their waists I recall the
pec«. of biscuit” and ask myself. Why?
Tears ago the dress uodies were so close
fitting and so smooth on the human form
divine that the silk glistened in its smooth
arrangement and the most fashionable
dress had no wrln...es and fitted waist
and arms like a glove on a well
shaped hand.
If one of our pouter-pigeon girls had
walked down the street before these dain
tily dressed ladies—my! my!—what would
they have said or done?
We women seem to be more helpless
before the dressmakers than anywhere
else in our experience. Nor is the other
sex free from the serfdom of fashion.
When pants are tight they cannot bear
those loose enough to sit dow*n in without
hitching them up at uie knees. When
they get baggy ...ey make the coats
saorter, so that the "peck of biscuit"
breeches may exploit themselves without
being covered up at all.
A dear old-fashioned friend nudged me
when we were watching a company of
fine gentlemen in a puoilc place this sum
mer. "What's the matter with
breeches?” she asked. I cou»d not tell
her, except to add. "They will not need
so much patching, and tnat’s one good
idea.”
Did you ever look at these extravagant
fashions and ask yourself, "»»hy we
do it?"
The Martinique Animals. '
Among the many curious things that
are related about the 111-fated island of
Martinique is the restlessness of animals
before the destruction of St. Pierre.
They seemed to have premonition or
prevision of disaster for a month or more
before the disaster.
Cattle became unmanageable. Dogs
howled continually, showing every symp
tom of fear. Even snakes left the vicin
ity of the crater where they previously
abounded. The birds ceased to sing and
migrated from the mountain side. All
these things were noticed in April before
tne outbreak in May.
But the human population failed to take
warning. Like the cities of Sodom and
Gomorrah, they turned a deaf ear to the
warnings.
THE BEMI-WEEKLT JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1903
" The Leopard's Soots”
CHAPTER VII.
EQUALITY WITH A RESERVATION.
The lynching at Hambright had stirred
the whole nation into unusual indignant
interest. It happened to be the climax of
a series of such crimes committed in the
south in rapid succession, and the death
of this negro was reported with more than
usual vividness by a young newspaper
man of genius.
A grand mass meeting was called in
Cooper Union, New York, at which were
gathered delegates from different cities
and states to give emphasis and unity to
the movement and issue an appeal to the
national government.
sVhen Sallie Worth reached Boston she
found Helen Lowell at home alone. The
Hon. Everett Lowell had made one of the
speeches of his career at the mass meet
ing held in Faneuil hall, and he was in
New York, where he had gone to make
the principal address in the Cooper
Union convention of negro sympathisers.
George Harris had accompanied him, su
premely fascinated by the eloquent and
masterful appeal for human brotherhood
he had heard him make in Boston. There
was something pathetic in the dog-like
worship this young negro gave to his
brilliant patron. In his life in New Eng
land he had been shocked more than once
by the brutal prejudices of the people
against his race. His soul had been tried
to the last of its powers of endurance at
times. He found to his amazement that,
when put to the test, the masses of the
north had even deeper repugnance to the
petson of a negro than the southerners
who grew up with him from the cradle.
He had found himself cut off from every
honorable way of earning his bread, gen
tieman and scholar though he was, and
had looked into the river as he walked
over the bridge to Cambridge one night
with a well-nigh resistless impulse to
end it fill. , . ,
But Lowell had cheered him. laughed
his gloomy ideas to scorn, and, more
practical still, he had secured him a clerk
ship in the custom house, which settled
the problem of bread. Others had
him. but this man of trained powers had
never failed him. He had taught him to
lift up his head and look the world square
ly in the face. Lowell was, to his vivid
African imagination, the ideal man made
in the image of God, calm in judgment,
free from all superstitions and prejudices,
a citizen of the world of human thought,
a prince of that vast ethical aristocracy
of the free thinkers of all ages who knew
no racial or conventional barriers between
man and man.
Harris had published a volume of poems
which he had dedicated to Lowell, and
his most inspiring verse was simply the
outpouring of his soul In worship of this
Ideal man.
He was his devoted worshipper for an
other and more 1 powerful reason. In his
dally Intercourse with him In his library
during hts campaigns he had frequently
met his beautiful daughter, and had fallen
deeply and madly In love with her. This
secret passion he had kept hidden In his
sensitive soul. He had worshipped her
from afar as though she had been a
white-robed angel. To see her and be in
the same house with her was all he asked.
Now and then he had stood beside the
piano and turned the music whll- she
played and sang one of his new pieces,
and he would live on that scene for
months, eating his heart out with voice
less yearnings he dared not express.
In his music he made his greatest suc
cess. There was a fiery sweep to his pas
sion and a deep oriental rhythm in his
cadence that held the imagination of his
hearers in a spell. It is needless to say
It was tn this music he breathed his. se
cret love.
At first he had not dared to hope for
the day when he could declare this secret
or take his place In the list of her ad
mirers and fight for his chance. But of
late a great hope had filled his soul and
illumined the world.. As he had listened to
Lowell’s impassioned appeals for human
brotherhood, his scathing ridicule of pride
and prejudice, and the poetic beauty of
the language In which he proclaimed his
own emancipation from all the laws of
caste, the fiery eloquence with which he
trampled upon all the barriers man had
erected against his fellow-man, his soul
was thrilled with ecstacy with the con
viction that this scholar and scientific
thinker, at least, was a free man. He was
sure that he had risen above the limita
tions of provincialisms, racial or national
prejudices.
He had begun to dream of the day he
would ask this Godlike man for the priv
llge of addressing his daughter.
The great meeting at Cooper Union had
brought this dream to a sudden resolu
tion. Lowell had outdone himself that
night. With merciless Invective he had de
nounced the Inhuman barbarism of the
south In these lynchings. The sea of eager
faces had answered his appeals as water
the breath of a storm. He felt Its mighty
reflex influence sweep back on his soul
and lift him to greater heights. He de
manded equality of man on every inch of
this earth’s soil!
"I demand this perfect equality, he
cried, "absolutely without reservation or
subterfuge, both in form and essential re
ality. It is the life-blood of democracy. It
is the reason of our existence. Without
this we are a living lie, a stench in the
nostrils of God and humanity!”
A cheer from a thousand negro throats
rent the air as he thus closed. The crowd
surged over the platform and for ten
minutes it was impossible to restore order
or continue the program. Young Harris
pressed his patron's hand and kissed it
while tears of pride and gratitude rained
down his face.
This speech made a. national sensation.
It was printed in full in all the partisan
papers where it was hoped capital might
be made of It for the next political cam
paign. and the national campaign commit
tee, of which he was a member, ordered
a million copies of it printed for distribu
tion among the negroes.
When Lowell and Harris reached Boston
as they parted at the depot Harris said:
"Will you be at home tomorrow, Mr.
Lowell?” %
“Yes; why?”
“I would like to talk with you in :the
morning ot) a matter of grave Importance.
May I call at 9 o'clock?”
"Certainly. Come right into the library.
You’ll find me there. George.”
That night as Lowell walked through
his brilliantly lighted home, he felt a
sense of glowing pride and strength. With
his hands behind him he paced back and
forth in his great library and out through
the spacious hall with firm tread and
flushed face. He felt he could look these
gnat ancestors In the face tonight as they
gazed down on him from their heavy gold
frames. They had called him to high am
bitions and a strenuous life when his in
dolence had pleaded for ease and the
dllettanteism of a fruitless dreaming. His
father had cultivated his artistic tastes,
dreamed and done nothing. But these
grlm-vlsaged. eagle-eyed ancestors had
called him to a life of realities, and he
had heard their voices.
Yes. tcnlght his name was on a million
lips. The door of the United States senate
was opening at his touch, and mightier
possibilities loomed in the future.
He felt a sense of gratitude for the her
itage of that stately old home and its in
spiring memories. Its roots struck down
into the soil of a thousand years. and
spread beneath the ocean of that greater
old-world life. He felt his heart beat with
pride that he was adding new honors to
that family history, and adding to the
soul-treasures his daughter's children
would inherit.
Seated in the library next morning Har
ris waj nervous and embarrassed. He
made two or three attempts to begin the
subject, but turned aside with some unim
portant remark.
“Well, George, what Is the problem that
makes you so grave this morning?” asked
Lowell with kindly patronage.
Harris felt that his hour had come, and
he must face it. He leaned forward in
his chair and looked steadily down at
the rug, while he clasped both hts hands
firmly across his lap and spoke with great
rapidity.
“Mr. Lowell, I wish to say to you that
you have taught me the greatest faith of
life, faith in my fellow-man without which
there can be no faith in God. What I have
suffered as a man as I have come in con
tact with the brutality with which my
race is almost universally treated, God
only can ever know.
"The culture I have received has simply
multipled a thousand fold my capacity to
suffer. But for the inspiration of your
ma’nhood I would have ended my life in
the river. In you I saw a great light,
saw a man really made in the image of
God with mind and soul trained, with head
erect, scorning the weak prejudices of
caste, which dare call the image of God
clean or unclean in passion or pride.
"I lifted up my head and said, one such
man redeems a world from infamy. It’s
worth while to live In a world honored by
one such man, for he is the prophecy of
more to come.”
He paused a moment, fidgeted with a
piece of paper he had picked up from the
table and seemed at a loss for a word.
It never dawned on Lowell what he was
driving at. He supposed, as a matter of
course, he was referring to his great
speeches and was going to ask for some
promotion in. a governmental department
at Washington.
“I’m proud to have been such an Inspi
ration to you, George. You know how
much I think of you. What is on your
mind?” he asked at length.
"I have hidden it from every eye. sir. I
am afraid to breathe It aloud alone. I
have only tried to sing It In song tn an im
personal way. Your wonderful words of
late have emboldened me to speak. It is
this—l am madly, desperately in love with
your daughter.”
Lowell sprang to his feet as though a
bolt of lightning had suddenly shot down
his backbone. He glared at the negro
with wide, dilated eyes and heaving
breath as though he had been transformed
Into a leopard or itiger, and was about
to spring at his throat.
Before answering, and with a gesture
commanding silence, he walked rapidly to
the library door and closed it.
"And I have come to ask you,” contin
ued Harris. Ignoring his gesture, “if I may
pay my addresses to her with your con
sent."
"Harris, this Is crazy nonsense. Such
an Idea is preposterous. lam amazed
that it should ever have entered your
head. Let this be the end of it here and
now. if you have any desire to retain my
friendship.”
Lowell said this with a scowl, and an
emphasis of indignant, rising inflection.
The negro seemed stunned by this swift
blow in his very teeth, that seemed to
place him outside the pale of a human
being.
"Why is such a hope unreasonable, sir,
to a man of your scientific mind?”
"It is a question of taste,” snapped Low
ell.
"Am I not a graduate of the same uni
versity with you? Did I not stand as high
and age for age, am I not your equal in
culture?”
"Granted. Nevertheless, you are a ne
gro, and I do not desire the infusion of
your blood In my family."
’’’But I have more.of white than negro
blood, sir.” > *
"So much the worse. It is the. mark of
shame.” , '
"But it is the one drop of. negro blood
at which your taste revolts. Is It not?”
"To be frank. It is.”
"Why Is it an unpardonable sin In me
that my ancestors were born under tropic
skies where skin and hair were tanned
and curled to suit the sun’s fierce rays?”
“All tropic races are not negroes, and
youir race has characteristics apart from
accidents of climate that make it unique
in the annals of man," rejoined Lowell.
“And yet you demand perfect equality
of man with man, absolutely in form and
substance without reservation or subter
fuge?”
“Yes, political equality.” ,
"Politics is but a secondaty phenomena
of society, You said absolute equality,"
protested Harris.
“The question you broach Is a question
of taste, and the deeper social instincts
of racial purity and self preservation. I
care not what your culture, or your ge
nius, or your position; I do not desire, and
will not permit, a mixture of negro blood
In my family. The Idea is nauseating, and
to my daughter It would be repulsive
beyond the power of words to express
it!"
"And yet,” pleaded Harris, “you invited
me to your home, introduced me to your
daughter, seated me at your table and
used me in your appeal to your constitu
ents, and now when I dare ask the priv
ilege of seeking her hand In honorable
marriage, you, the scholar, patriot, states
man And philosopher of equality and de
mocracy, slam the door In my face and
tell me that I am a negro! Is this fair or
manly?”
“I fail to see its unfairness.”
"It Is amazing. You are A master of
history and sociology. You know as clearly
as I do that social Intercourse is the only
possible pathway to love. And you opened
It to me with your own hand. Could I con
trol the beat of my heart? There are some
powers within us that are involuntary.
You could have prevented me meeting
your daughter as an equal. But all the
will power of earth could not prevent my
loving her, when once I had seen her and
spoken to her. The sound of the human
voice, the touch of the human hand In
social equality are the divine sacraments
that open the mystery of love.”
“Social rights are one thing, political
rights another,” interrupted Lowell.
“I deny it. It you are honest with your
self, you know It is not true. Politics is
but a manifestation of society. Society
rests on the family. The family Is the
unit of civilization. The right to love and
wed where one loves Is the badge of fel
lowship In the order of humanity. The
man who Is denied this right in any so
ciety is not a member of It. He Is outside
any manifestation of its essential life. You
had as well talk about the importance of
clothes for a dead man as political rights
for such a pariah. You have classed him
with the beasts of the field. As a human
unit he does not exist for you.”
“Harris, It Is utterly useless to argue a
point like this,” Lowell Interrupted coldly.
“This must be the end of our acquaint
ance. You must not enter my house
again."
“My God, sir! you can’t kick me out of
your home like this when you brought me
to it and made It an issue of life or
death!”
“I tell you again you are crazy. I have
brought you here against her wishes. She
left the house with her friend this morn
ing to avoid seeing you. Your presence
has always been repulsive to her, and with
me it has been a political study, not a
social pleasure."
"I beg for only a desperate chance to
overcome this feeling. Surely a man of
your profound leaning ansl genius cannot
sympathize with such prejudices? Let
me try—let her decide the issue.”
“I decline to discuss the question any
further.”
“I can’t give up without a struggle!”
the negro cried with desperation.
Lowell arose with a gesture of Impa
tience.
“Now you are getting to be simply a
nuisance. To be perfectly plain with you,
I haven’t the slightest desire that my fam-
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ily with its proud record of a thousand
years of history and achievement shall
end in this stately old house in a brood
of mulatto brats!”
Harris winced and sprang to his feet,
trembling with passion. “I see." he sneer
ed. “the soul of Simon Legree has at last
become the soul of the nation! The south
expresses the same luminous truth with
a little more clumsy brutality. But their
way is, after all, more merciful. The hu
man body becomes unconscious at the
touch of an oil-fed flame In 60 seconds.
Your methods are more refined and more
hellish in cruelty. You have trained my
ears to hear, eyes to see, hands to touch
and heart to feel, that you might torture
with the denial of every cry of body and
soul and roast me in the flames of impos
sible desires for time and eternity!”
“That will do now. There's the door!”
thundered Lowell with a gesture of stern
emphasis. “I happen to know the impor
tant fact that a man or woman of negro
ancestry, though a century removed, will
suddenly, breed back to a pure negro
child, thick-lipped, kinky-headed, flat
nosed, black-skinned! One drop of your
blood In my family could push it back
ward three thousand years In history. If
you were able to win her consent, a thing
unthinkable, I would do what old Vlrgln
lus did in the Roman Forum, kill her with
my own hand, rather than see her sink in
your arms into the black waters of a
negroid life. Now go!”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE NEW SIMON LEGREE.
Harris immediately resigned bis office
In the custom house which he owned to
Lowell and began a search for employ
ment. «
“I will not be a pensioner of a govern
ment of hypocrites and liars,” he ex
claimed as he sealed his letter of resigna
tion. '
And then began his weary tramp In
search of work. Day after day, week af
ter week, he got the same answer—an
emphatic refusal. The only thing open
to a negro was a position as porter, or
bootblack, or waiter in second rate ho
tels and restaurants. He was no more
fitted for these places than he was to
live with his head under water.
"I will blow my brains out before I
will prostitute my Intellect, and my con
sciousness of free manhood by such de
grading associates and such menial ser
vice!” he declared with sullen fury.
At last he determined to lay aside his
pride and education and learn a manual
trade. Not a labor union would allow
him to enter its ranks.
He managed to earn a few dollars at
odd jobs and went to New York. Here
he was treated with greater brutality than
in Boston. At last he got a position in a
big clothing factory. He was so bright
in color that the manager never
ed that he was a negro, as he was accus
tomed to employing swarthy Jews from
Poland and Russia.
When Harris entered the factory the
employes discovered within an hour his
race, laid down their work, and walked
x>ut on a strike until he was removed.
He again tried to break Into a labor
union and get the protection of Its con
stitution and laws. He managed at last
to make the acquaintance of a labor lead
er who had been a Quaker preacher, and
w’as elated to discover that his name was
Hugh Halliday, and that he was a son of
one of the Hallldays who had assisted in
the rescue of his mother and father from
slavery. He told Halliday his history
and begged his Intercession with the la
bor union.
“I’ll try for you, Harris,” he said, “but
it’s a doubtful experiment. The men fear
the negro as a pestilence.”
“Do the best you can for me. I must
have bread. I only ask a man’s chance,”
answered Harris. Halliday proposed his
name and backed it up with a strong per
sonal endorsement, gave a brief sketch
of his culture and accomplishments and
asked that he be allowed to learn the
bricklayer’s trade.
When his name came up before the
Brick Layers’ union, and It was announc
ed that he was a negro, It precipitated a
debate of such fury that It threatened to
develop into a riot.
One of the men sprang toward the pre
siding officer with blazing eyes, gesticu
lating wildly until recognized.
"I have this to say,” he shouted. “No
negro shall ever enter the door of this
union except over my dead body. The
negro can under live us. W’e can not
compete with him, and as a race we can
not organize him. Let him stay in the
south. We have no room for him here,
and we will kill him It ne tries to take
our bread from us!”
“Hive you, no sympathy for his age
long suffering in slavery?" Interrupted
Halliday.
"Slavery! of all the delusions the idea
that slavery was abolished in this coun
try in 1865 is the silliest. Slavery was
never firmly established until the chattel
form was abandoned for the wage sys
tem In 1865. Chattel slavery was too ex
pensive. The wage system is cheaper.
Now they never have to worry about
food, or clothes, or houses, or the chil
dren, or the aged and infirm among wage
slaves.
“Once the master hunted the slave,—
now the slave must hunt the master, beg
for the privilege of serving him and
trample others to death trying to fasten
the chains on when a brother slave drops
dead in his tracks.
“No, I don’t shed any crocodile tears
over the negro slavery of the south. It
was a. mild form of servitude, in which
the negro had plenty to eat and wear,
never suffered from cold, slept soundly
and reared his children In droves with
neven a thought for tne morrow.
“Then mothers and babes were some
times, though not often, separated by an
executor’s or sheriff's sale. Now, we
know better than to allots babes to be
born. Then, a babe was a valuable as
set and received the utmost care. Now,
we have baby farms which we fertilize
with their bones. I know of one old hag
in this city who has killed over two
thousand babes.
“What chance has your girl or mine to
marry and build a home? Not one in a
hundred will ever feel the breath of a
babe at her breast.
"No!" he closed In thunder tones. “I’ll
fight the encroachment of the negro on
our life with every power of body and
soul!”
A hundred men leaped to their feet at
once, shouting and gesticulating. The
chairman recognized a tall dark man
with a Russian face, but vrho spoke per
fect English.
“I gentlemen, am an anarchist in prin
ciple, and differ slightly in the process by
which I come to the same conclusion as
my friend who has taken his seat. I
grieve at the necessity before the work
ingmen of returning to slavery. All we
can hope now for a century or two cen
turies, is socialism. Socialism is simply
a system of slavery—that is, enforced la
bor in which a Bureaucracy is master.
We must enter again a condition of in
voluntary servitude for the guarantee by
the state of food and clothes, shelter
and children.
“It is no time to weep over slavery. The
one thing we demand now is the nation
alization of industries under the control
of state bureaux which will enforce la
bor from every citizen according to his
capacity, for the simple guarantee of
what the negro slave received, the satis
faction of the two elemental passions,
hunger and love.”
Again a clamor broke out that drowned
the speaker’s voice. A socialist and an
anarchist clinched in a fight, and for five
minutes pandemonium reigned, but at the
end of it Harris was lying on the side
walk with a gash in his head, and Halli
day was bending over him.
(To be Continued.)
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