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THE EAST WIND By Hugh MaeNair Kehler in Satur- day Post. 0 THE HURON EXPOSITOR 7 been a long dark night, but the dawn's near the red dawn. when you and I will tear this sotten shan't of Govern- ment apart and hunt down the fat Matlock could see the charging middle classes like the rats they are!" look in the sin.;of faces upturned Hbr voice rose a tone: "Stand up toward the unsteady yellow of gaso-, and fight! Don't lie - down! Take line torches, Ile leaned easily against what's yours by the force you used the wheel of the cart, listening to 1 to build ill Pull down this . rotten the lite in the voice which streamed Goverl'lm,ent----" •out: above him, watching its reflection Mattock 'stood erect, his hands in the f:'cea. Helga wasswingin>t tightening, his blood suddenly denly run - theta with tier again, he saw. The Hing fast and hot. Two bluecoats ugle mood they had shown at the stood at the cart tail and lifted their beginning' had turned from her to the .hands to the woman. He saw them enemy she set before them. i seize her wrists and draw her un - "Can't you feel the free east wine gently down to the street, saw them on your faces? Can't you see the shoulder into the crowd, with. Helga sun rising, over there in Russia, struggling uselessly between them.-, where the workers rule? Don't you Even as he sprang he knew that it lmtw that the dawn's, almost here? was folly, Helga was used to this., T y011$ rad, it's nearer than She Played for it deliberately. Martyr - you think—the day when we slaves shall be free, when our feet ;stamp: down on the necks of those who've sweated us and starved us and robbed us, that they might sleep soft, drink deep and live easy,!" Matlock liked the sound of it. Just hearing Helga Sweyn's flaming voice seemed to waken something in hint— something that gave him a queer new :sense of strength and eagerness. Lately he had been conscious of a deepening apathy; .even the idea of overthrowing the despotism of capital, and setting up a true republic of the workers had lost its power to stir his dom was One of her. most useful poses. And it was pure insanity for him to link her witle the unions, of- ficially, - by interfering now.- And' Matlock stood here as the official re- presentative of the organization. His business .was teernakk all the capital ou d Coul t he of the arrest without allying himself or his cause with the victim. - ut,h,e had listened for forty min- • utes toHet a Sweyn.. And hie hands had been. idle for -ten . days. He plunged toward the group, thrusting men out of his way. AU the power of shoulder and .back and thigh went thoughts. But Helga, pouring her into the swing that struck the police- vitrol out into the night wine to bring fi .ask the old pleasing glow of anger, "If you lie down now, with your strike almost won, you'll be tighten- ing the chains on your own necks- and on the neck of every brother workman in the land. If you let them bluff - you man cleanly beside the jaw.- He felt the, stinging shock of his fist on the jowl and jawbone, knew for an instant the pure - intoxication of -a perfectly dined and measured blow. His hand told him that there was no need of another. He slipped past Helga, caaght• the rising night stick of the by this cheap trick of shutting down er,tier biuecoat and twisted it free the plant you'll be slaves again, and with no sense, of effort, He sent it you'll deserve to be slaves., Stand whirling .over the heads of the crowd fast! Fight -it out! When a traitor -} and drove his body forward as he saw whines to go back, answer him with your fists! You'll win! You'll---" Yes, she was getting them again, Matlock decided. at ockA d 'd good idea to the arm reach back toward the hip. It was a trick he had learned years before. His head, bent f sward as he i sprang, struck heavily against the bring her down.. Hews proud that- shaven- chin; his right knee- came up in a vicious stomach kick; both hands it had been his thought. Levinski, a t had been it. n aiits g "Helga's no use unless zere's fight- ing," he declared in his soft, mumbl- ing, expressionless English. "She makes zem zirsty for blood and fire. Here she makes nozing but trouble." Matlock grinned at the memory. Helga was making trouble, sure en- ough. But not for the strike com- mittee nor for the little Russian who had managed this climax of the bor- ing -from -within process. Her influ- ence had made it a fighting strike, They might not win, Matlock knew, but they'd make it an expensive vic- tory for the other side if they, lost. He felt like fighting himself after hearing Helga for three days and nights. The strike had been a dis- appointment, so far, in the want of the raw action that Matlock loved. He had led the successful revolt in the union, overruled the oflicerstwho had pleaded for observance of ythe. unex- pired agreement, swept the ,rank and file headlong into an outlawed strike for wages he knew could not be paid. When he was within sound of Helga Sweyn's voice he almost" believed that his only motive had been_ the same as fieri ---the deliberate destruction 'of the wage system through successive, strikes like this one. Alone he guess- ed dimly that what he really wanted - was tint fun and frolic of it, the joy of a big fight and as many little ones as he cared to. seek. It was a good life, since he had met Helga Sweyn and learned her philos- ophy. Boring from within suited him. He liked the job of infecting other Hien with his own discontent, 'of marshaling them into an obedient clique inside the union, of suddenly overturning the local organizations and putting in the wobblies. Here in Bufort the thing had been almost too easy though. The old officers made no resistance; the strike had gone though with a shouting rush. ,And then, instead of fighting back, Helga Awa with him. He could let the mill owners had admitted defeat her do the talking. by shutting down. No strike break- His mind came back to listen to ers -Co be beaten or intimidated; no her. She was scolding hint now— troops to bedevil, no uproar. Mat- her voice lowered but angry. He felt lock had found it dull, till Helga a sense .of injustice. He had inter- Sweyn came and the Mien began to fered, after all, in her defense. She respond to the hatred she could put ought to realize that. into words and gestures. Leaning - "Oh cut it out, `Helga! You know against the wheel - and watching the why I did it. I went crazy when I saw those bulls put their hands on you. I couldn't stand there and watch 'em run you in like a crook!" She clicked her tongue against her teeth., and he saw her quick head - shake. "Helga, I got to tell you " 'Oh, stop! I've- told you there's no use in talking that sort of thing to me—not as long as the world's what it is. I've got something big- ger to do than kisses and cradles. And so have you. We're fighting for life for something bigger than life —and you'd stop and talk about love!" "All right." He subsided into a scowling silence. Now and then, when Helga lifted up _the cause and brandished it like this, he almost hated it. But he had learn- ed that persistence - only angered her. Better wait till "they'd had it out with Levinski, he told himself. They found him in the dirty room at Meyer's—his shoulders humped over his writing, the, air hesvly with stale smoke and the smells of food. A tray with soiled dishes stood on the red -clothed table; the floor was lit= tered with papers and cigarette stubs; behind Levinski an unmade bed was covered with rumpled clothing, books. struck savagely at the same target.t. There was -not even a counter. Mat- lock struggled up from a figure that lay still. "Quick, Helga this way!" He took her wrist anddragged her. through the press toweect the mouth of an alley. No one tried to halt them. The crowd surged inward, in=" tent on the stunned policeman. Mat - leek was laughing as they reached the shadow of dark buildings and saw the night sticks at work' where the police struggled., in toward the center. "I feel better, Helga. That was what I needed." He felt her approval. in spite of the darkness, which obscured her eyes. "You've played the fool," she said: ,`You had no business to be there at all. They'll know it was you." He laughed again. "I know. What's the difference? Talking won't square it. Come on. You'd - better beat it too. They'll try to frame you along with me." "I don't care about that." She walked beside him vas he hurried down the . -alley. '''''You've - done a bad night's work for all ;of us, Joe. It looked to me as if that second bull you hit was in a bad way." "Let's hope so anyway." He was still happy, the joy of battle hot in him. "Levinski'll tell - us what to do. He's down. at, Meyer's, isn't he?" I guess so." - • She seemed to take comfort in' the idea. He found time to wonder at it. Queer how they all counted on that sickly, spindling little foreigner. He turned - to hint himself with a childish confidence. Levinski would know what was best. But it would be a bad job, all the , same—facing him and confessing that he'd 'dis- obeyed orders, butted into a fight for the mere fun of it. 'He was glad mob react to her words, Matlock felt vaguely happy. There would be fight-/ ing yet. "Hang on hang on and win! It's •+ _holcsalerArrests Canadians With Gowns Halt! Who goes there'? 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You .are at liberty to use my name and should be only too pleased to answer any inquiries. Sincerely yours, John liolrnes, Yorkville Ave." The orig- inal of this .letter inay be seen at V. K. -Buckley, Limited, 142 Mutual St., Toronto. Don't allow a sough or sold to linger with you. Away with it! Hail Buckley's Mixture and ha cough arrested. This reniiody nc'v er fails. Ou every bottle is fi guar , r t o 3 to refund the money if not `.a . - tory, Delays are dangerous: no from your Druggist: Sold in Seaforth by E. a confusion of pamphlets and manu- script. Matlock was used to all this. Levinski had a *trick of living amid ` this litter. Somehow by merely com- ing into a room he seemed to produce disorder and dirt. But the eyes- that inspected him - behind the thick dis- torting lenses held Matlock's atten- : tion, now as always. He thought himself a fairly bad man, everything considered; he 'admired other men , only as they impressed him as harder, rougher, wickeder than Joe Matlock. Levinski made him feel almost stupid- ly innocent. "So? I told you she would make . trouble. Tell me." The soft, mumbling voice, the trick of speech which formed" words with scarcely a visible motion of the lips, the monotone in which Levinski al ways talked, cooled Mattock's !last UMBACH. warm impulse He was very near to Catarrh Can Be Cured Catarrh is a local disease greatly influ' enced by constitutional Conditions. It there ere requires constitutional treat. Ineut. HALL%i CATARRH .MEDICII Z 15 taken internally and acts through the Blood on the Mucous Surfaces of the System. NALL'S C MBDICINE destroys : the foundation of the, disease, gives the patient strength by improving the general health and assists nature in doing its work. - AU Druggists. Circulars tree. J. Cheney & co., Toledo, Old% fear under the - steady emotionless eyes. The woman told what had- hap- pened, curtly, a touch of defiance in her face and tone. Levinski nodded deliberately.. - - "I said so:. It was a'` mistake to bring you here, Helga. Always you mus' set zem on fire. A good zing, sometimes. But not here. No.. And Joe . has fought wiz police, too," He nodded 'again. "Helga goes back to -night. She is no use to us in jail here." He checked her protest with a level glance and turned to -Matlock. "You go, too, Joe. You have spoiledzings here. It was not tinie for fighting; Now zey knowyou are wiz us." "All right." Matlock was' willing enough. "Where?" Levinski fumbled among the litter- ed papers. "I have zought of- it be- fore now. You can help us hes' in a new work, comrade. • Also you mus' dis'pear for now. Killing police is cos'ly. You go to a farm:" Matlock laughed. 'Mho?" Me? Are you joshin' ? I'd make a sweet rube, wouldn't I?" "A farm;" repeated. Levinski, ig- noring the protest. "Zet is where we mus' bore now. Maybe it is too late. But . wen b e i anyway. Or g el/ we fail as zey are failing in Russia: - Zose damn pessa' ts!" Matlock 'he rd Helga's1 exclama- „tion.. For hinself the change in Levinski's voice, the blunt confession that the revolution over there was not the success they all had believed, had the effect of a numbling blow. Levinski pawed a letter from the confusion of his table. - "Zeydid not teach zeir peseants, andze pessants beat zem now. Aaron- son has written. In six months more it ends. Zere is nozing to eat. Zese pessants have - seized land. Nozing will make zem,. let it go. Zey have not learned ze commune. And zey grow no more zan zey eat. Pht!" He nicked his dirty fingers, express- ively. "It is too late to teach zem now. But here, if we begin now, perhaps we are in time." He glanced at Matlock. "Go now. Work wiz ,zem—talk ; to zem. You know • It is boring, again." "Where?" Matlock did not repeat his objection. Levinski's eyes held him. .s "Anywhere. All round us are farms. Go now." Matlock rose. He looked at Helga hoping for a softening' of her im- patient hardness, now that they were to separate again. The light reveal- ed her - cruelly, the gray -white skin, the pools of shadow below the burn- ing: eyes, the cheap -dark "suit and ugly hat. He had a moment of dull wonder that- he should want - her—a sickly, dowdy woman, who -had' no use for hint' 'efccept as` a comrade wars. Queer, when there were girls who filled the eye agreeably, and who showed . white shining teeth - at his approach. Why didn't he want 'one of them, instead of this plain, ailing, hating woman who rebuffed -him as a man brushes off a fly? She was chattering excitedly with Levinski in a tongue. Matlock did not . understand; German, probably,. , he thought. Neither seemed aware - of 11/fetlock's lingering. A , slow resent- ment rose . in him, a distrust of Levinski. He debated staying, in `spite of orders. Levinski glanced at him, without speech. "Oh, all right," he said sourly. "I'm going. Good -by, Helga." She barely saw him, "Good -by." ' He went _out as the fluepn jabber of the alien tongue began again. In, the clean air his mind cleared. He saw that Levinski was right. Unless the farms backed the commune, the new rule of the proletariat, it would fail. They must prepare the farm labor to join the rest of the workers when the day dawned. You couldn't make a Red of a man in a minute. He knew how many preachings the wobbly gos- pel needed before it gained its con- vert. . His respect for Levinski deep- ened, a little against his will. Levin - ski was wiser even than those fellows who'd actually/ built a, Red republic over there in (Russia. Levinski look- ed ahead. He drifted to the freight yards, where a friendly brakeman arranged his passage in the caboose. The train slid out over the marshes, skirting the -mills. Matlock was pleased by their darkened windows. They gave him a sense of power. He'd had a hand in that. If results were -the test he was a bigger man, as he fled, than the man who owned them. He looked into the future, geeing him- self - high in the new scheme of things, a force in the new world the Red dawn was .:to see. Standing on the platform of the caboose he felt the rush of air against his cheeks. It reminded him of Helga's phrase—the east wind, bring- ing the' dawn. - II ' Matlock leaned his elbows on the fence .and watched the men at work in the field beeond with a contempt in .which for the first time he felt a trace of curiosity. He had the scorn of, the city -bred for the men . of the farms. He knew a dozen epithets which' expressed that attitude, but now, as he surveyed them in their own surroundings,_ his mind chose Levinski's word for them peasants. Somehow that seemed to bite, that word. Peasants, too stupid to imitate the example of their fellow workers in the towns, placidly slaving for a fool's wage. And yet he was interested not only in the men but in what they did. It was all new to him, this' working in the open, with no clamor of machines, no walls' and. floors, none of the pres- sure he had felt in the `shops. He saw that they were working `hard, harder than ,men worked in the mills. A new contempt classed them with the wops and hunks who shoveled • cinders and handled the pig iron, Levinski's word fitted them. Mat- lock had worked with unskilled labor- ers in the course,. of certain boring - from -within endeavors in the steel mills. • He glowered at the prospect of repeating that process here. You - had to show that ' you cotild work as Bard as any of them, to -get their respect. They had a sure eye for the weakling' and the slacker. But they followed like a lot of, sheep, once you got them started: They didn't have' brains enough to argue. That was one 'goodthing. He walked out into the field as a team approached drawing a wide two -wheeled h,kair from one side of which a roundrope of hay -strung out to ed ~y'ehind it. The -driver sPp in re- sponse to -Matlock's lifted hand. "How about a job, brother?" Mat- lock grinned. He guessed that there would be only one answer. A - man who wanted a job, at anything, any- where, had only to mention it these days. "Where's the boss?" "Talking to you." The other re- turned his stare, his eyes narrowing as if he measured the strength in Matlock's shoulders. "Plenty to do —if - you can do it. Haven't done any farming, have - you?" "No. Mechanic. Thought I'd try farming for a while and see how I'd like it." Matlock grinned, more cheerfully this time, at the idea of his liking it. -"Show me what to do and I guess I'll do it." He chuckled. "It doesn't look any harder than run- ning a lathe." The eyes showed no answering mirth. Matlock felt a doubt in them, almost hostility. "Maybe not, but it's different. And there's not much time for showing a 'greenhorn how either. What wages do you want?" "Whatever you're paying suits me." "I'm paying three a day to men, who know their. job. Bdaerd your self?" "Didn't expect to." "I'll give you two -fifty and your `board, if you can do a man's work. Want it?" "All right. Where do I begin-?" The other climbed down from the seat. Matlock approached him, study- ing the burned clean-shaven face at- tentively. The man interested him; Matlock had no experience with em- ployers who wore overalls and work- martamaiwiriEr II,,1)1111 iiulu!III Plflilh. ed with their men. This fellow didn't sound or look stupid either. Matlock guessed that he was between forty and fifty; an ich or two shorter than: himself; the sunburned tone of his skin darkened by the contrast of thick graying hair; his eyes a cold clear blue; lis lips firm and thin above a 'solid aggressive jaw. "I guess you can handle the rake anyway," he said. "It's a boy's job, Just keep going round. Thh horses'll walk straight if you let 'em." Matlock scrambled over the curved teeth to the seat, conscious - of his clumsiness. He gathered the reins and clicked, as he had heard teamsters do. The team started abruptly, so that he almost lost his balance. As hefirstcorner h e the c e saw that the farrier had taken a • fork and was bunching the raked hay into little round mounds; like the three or four other men in. the field. Again Matlock was puzzled. , What was the sense of being an employer if you worked with your hands, like one of your men? He accounted for it on the original theory that all farmers ,were simple -minded. - Driving the rake interested him. He liked the way it spun the hay back in that endless cable; the horses, ploding steadily, seemed to under- stand their job. They needed little guidance to keep on the right course. The smell of; the curing grass was pleesant. Even the sting of the sun 'a e had a kind of friendliness in it. H _ whistled softly, and wondered what Helga would say if she could see him now. The thought persisted. - Helga would be back in New York by now— deep in whateyer councils were on at headquarters or getting ready for her next attack. He had a sudden hunger for her, a sense of loneliness. Sometime he'd have to get her away for a holiday or shed kill herself, working the way she "did. Sometime, when the fight was over and they were both on the top of the world, he'd make her see reason --corner her and make her listen. He was thinking about her when he finished the last of - the raking. •Y ` him r hail bade The arms hailed him T e f 'hitch the team and get a fork. He tied a clumsy knot with one of the reins and came back. The task, seemingly enough, proved to be puzzl- z consists chiefly of Assam teas, the richest au soitruest iathe world -4s foil IIfavoesd sad very eoa Melee acid in bah. - ing. Instead of the upstanding bunch- es the others formed he succeeded only in producing lopsided heaps which sagged and slid. The farmer came over - and showed hint; with - brisk impatience, but even after he understood the trick of it he got on badly. He was aggravated; the heat of the sun beat 'on him; the fork handle chafed unsuspected soft places in his palms; his arms ached spite- fully. But he kept on, sullenly de- termined to demonstrate his strength and wits among these despised yokels. At six• he saw the others stopping work and followed their lead. The man echo had hired him hardly paus- ed. "Take the team to 'the barn, Joe. Lon'll show you how to unharness and feed. I'll be __up when I finish here. Tell tem atithe house.". - - Matlock was ; on the point 'of- e protest. His day's work was surely done, he thought. He hadn't bar- gained for overtime, and even at time and a half he had no taste for it to- night. He vented food and bed more than he remembered wanting them since boyhood. But he said nothing. Betteron get o the ropes before he talked'. 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