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NOVEME 260.926.
k THE EAST WIND
(Continu el from last 'week)
No Vend ‘r the labor's leaving us
farmershlie41, hours won't earn a
living here." -
. "tisetleto take twelve in the city,"
said Matlock. -doit pretty
soon. Or fohr, maybe."
McIntyre, etutehed shortly, a shade
of anger in tho sound.
"If that ever happens we'll have
to quit. Men wen% stay in the eotm-
try if they eau get a living for half
a day's work in town:" -
"Have to crane to it yourselves."
Matlock had learned the answer to
such forebodings. "Shorten your own
hours. You can do ite same as the
uiills can."
"I can't make end el tneet on labor
costs right now If I paid a day's
wage for eight hours'. work I'd lose
money on eveey crop."
"Charge more, then." Mittleck
grinned again. "You'll contt to it,
sooner' you think. Workers are get-
ting the upper hand these days.' •
McIntyre did not answer. Twin-
ing presently Mtitiock saw why. He
was asleep, 'eating back againiit a
pit*, his head saggimg forWard..
Matlock sat for a moment watching
him. No wonder they ;were behind.
the tunes, these peasants! They
worked the,mselvest stupid -went t o
sleep at sundown itorn weariness! He
touched the man's knee.
"Guess you're reedy for the hay,"
he said "1 centel sleep a few •iny-
self."
They went in together. The girl
sat at the table the lamplight slant -
ting en the sewing in her hands, her
head beet over it. The old man look-
ed up.
"Time for ptayers, Wayne." He
straightened eegerness M his aspect.
"Get the bookr. jean."
The girl rote and went into the
next room. She came back with three
cheap Biblet. Mattock recognized
them from the cepies be had seen in
hotel rooma aed thumbed carlessly
now and 'then He. took one from
her, restrainie a temptation to
laugh. How IsteinsId- would stare
through those aulging glasses at the
spectacle a ;kir- Matlock at family
prayers! Or h eiga-Helga who hat-
ed religion, canal it a cheap drug for
-weak-witted set fs. -Helga would have
thrown those aed-edged books on the
floor if she bee been here, told -tliern
the depth of th Air, folly in words that
stung and cut and burned. Helga's
east wind blew eoughly on such super-
stitions. The phrase brought her
clearly before Ma mental vision, her
eyes burning ie The pallor of her face,
her voice strearaing its fluid hatred,.
her recurring- promise of a scarlet
morning on the heels of the east
wind.
. The old man's voice interrupted
him. "Let us read from the Book of
Job," he said irt the queerly deepen-
ed tone in which he had prayed. "The
fifteenth chapter and the first verse."
Matlock saw McIntyre and the 'girl
find the place. The old man's eyes
rebuked his own ,delay. He fumbled
helplessly. Jean set her own book
before him and took his.
"Begins Wayme•."
It was his to -mal voice now -as
if a Pupil whit -leered to another while
the teacher wafted.
His son read alsud: "Then answer-
ed Eli-Elipha.z- the Tern-a--Temariite,
and said."
Ile stopped, aid Matlock understood
that he was ea pected to go on. He
was ..still amused as he._ began the
second verse: "Should a wise man
utter vain knowledge, and fill his belly
with -with---:-"
He stared at the print. doubting his
eyes, An Adettnishing movement
from the old inaa spurred him.He
finished the ve -so hurriedly: ---:"and
fill his belly v..rith the east wind?" -
He scarcely lieted Jean's voice be-
ginning where lie stopped.
The sixth ver -e fell to him: "Thine
own mouth con lemneth thee, and not
I: yea, thine co 1). lips testify against
thee."
The thing friotitened him.For the
first time he f -ced a fear of aome-
thing unseen, a breath of cold air
blowing in -on his thoughts. It was
all moonshine, of course -all silly
fairy tales for friehtening childree,
and yet he -se-e- afraid. His ears
heard the beat of words like the feet
of marching rnen, -
"He *ander( al abroad' for )?read,
saying, where is it? . . . he "elwel-
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• loth in desolate . . He
shall not be rich, neither shall his
substance continue, neither shall he
prolong the perfection thereof upon
the earth ; an by. the breath
of his mouth shell he go away. . ."
The others knelt, resting their faces
on EMUS lying inthe seats of their
chairs. t He followed the example, his
mind confused and troubled by the
phenomenon of fear. He struggled
beck toward hie normal mood during
the interminable prayer. After all,
what did it matter? Words, written
thousands of years ago, by people
who believed in witches and thought
the thunder was the roaring of an
angry God! He role with a restored
sense of superiority. These people
were still in that forgotten age; dull,
blinded peasants."
;ewe gaye him a glass lamp.
"Your rooms up those stairs," she
told him tonelessly. "I made up the
bed." •
It was what he needed to remove
the last of his queer obsession. He
looked her insolently in -kthe eyes as.
he thanked her: The Stairs -creaked
!leder his weight, theqamplight div-
ing back the darkness as he Climbed.
It was a small room,. with the ceiling
slanted\ down almost, to the 'floor, a
single window and only the essential
furniture -a rush -bottomed chair, .4
'chest of drawers and a narrow bed.
111
He was the last of the household
to be astir in the ,mornisig. When
he woke to the rapping of Wayme
McIntyre's hand on his door the smell
of coffee was hr the air and he could
hear the spatting sounds of frying
downstairs. He dressed swiftly, dis-
covering unfamiliar aches in muscles
he had never known he owned, but
spurred by the prospect of food, a
hunger which drove him as if with
whips waking at the hot spiced
emells. Even the old man was' about
when, 1VIatlock, came down t his bright
eye unfriendly and suspicioes. The
ghl, busy at the stove, nodded re-
sponse to his good morning.
"Father's milkingl3reakfast'll be
read.y when you come in." ,
He hesitated. Working before
breakfast was a new and, unwelcome
idea. But her -tone had carried a
finality which he recognized as for-
bidding debate. He wouldn't be fed
till the milking was done, whether or
not he helped with it He went out,
puzzled Allis submission. His fore-
arms ached hotly when he tried to
milk, but he was ttoothungry to let
their protests-. interfer)e. McIntyre
nodded• approvingly when he saw the
level of fluid in the pail.
"You're catching on _fast. In a
week you'll do it without thinking."
He laughed' "I like mill4iing. ,Itts
a rest to me. I do -my thinking.down
here, mostly." . -
'Matlock said nothing, but the idea
•amused him. Milking as a means of
beguilling idleness impressed him aa
comic. These" people worked too
hard to think, he decided.
They had finished breakfast before
seven. By the time -the day laborers
appeared the two teams were harness-
ed. McIntyre hitched his span to a
mower, the mechanism of which in-
terested Matlock. They had sense
enough to use machinery, when some-
body built it for them, he concluded.
Long before noon he was faint with
fatigue and hunger. The cocked hay
had to be lifted to racked- wagon, a
forkful at a trine. He was impressed
at the ease with which Frank and
Bert -hoisted a whore cock, their fork
handles bending under the weight of
it, but their muscles seemingly una-
ware of strain,
"We're short-handed, or we could
draw with two teams, like we used
Lon told him. "Westes time,
this way-restin' while we drive to
the barn."
Matlock -scowled, -flat 'on top of the
load, Even a hired- hand, paid by
the day, seemed to object to a few
minutes of idleness between loads!
Levinski was right. There was a lot
of.educating to be done before these
cattle would be capable of working
with the rest. He began carefully
with Lon.
"You sure get the worst of it out
here," he said. "Down" at the mills
they'd 'give you eight dollars for eight
hours -a$ you wouldn't have to
sweat the wayyeti do either."
Len grinned his broken -toothed
smile. `Teak I been • hearin' about
them wages. If I was single I
might mosey down an' have a shy at
'em." He chuckled.. "That's what a
feller gits fer raisin' a faintly. -Got
me tied where I be -them kids G'
mine."
"I don't see it. You..could take 'exr.
with you --P
"Yeah. But I guess somebody
fer me When
else'd have to feed ri
we got there Eight ollars looks like
big pay, but it won't bey food an'
clothea, an' rent fer twelve. Not any
ways 1 c'n figger."
"Twelve? You mean you got 12
children?"
Maticok stared. He'd heard. of
families like that, but---
"Naw-ain't got but ten, but the
woman an' me count, I guess. Out
here we e'n make out to eat. Raise
a sight o' truck, an' keep hens an'
pigs an' a cow."
Matlock studied this till they
reached the barns and unloaded, us--
ing the horse fork, which Jean help-
ed them operate, leaving her house-
work to drive the single horse which
furnished the motive power. Ten
kids, on three dollars a day! And
the fool was actually contented!
He discovered that Frank and Bert
were also married, * fathers of big
families. McIntyre, who supplied the
information as they rested after din-
ner, added something which interest-
ed Matlock:
"It's that sort that keep us g• oing,
out here. The single m.en .can get
along in the towns, but there's no
chance_ for a man with children to
do " it. They have to stay where
theyre sure of their food."
atlock shook his head. That ex-
1ained 4t. The cleverer ones: kept
single and emigrated; only the fools
encumbered themselves with families.
Generations of that sort of thing had
bred up a type -the dull, plodding
human beast Whom Levinski called
peasants.
He worked half an hour after the
rest knocked off- that evening. It
rather surprised him, though the -1 the weather, thned so that 'the grain Ws diem!, eonscious of Jean's silent 1
reached the mows perfectly dtyOf- interest in the conversation. Man -
ten by woelting overtime he and tyre gave it up at last, a little irri-
UrPaSSing
Wayne MeIntyre outwitted a night tated.
rain. And Jean's remoteness lessen- ‘'Welb 1 can't make you. stay, Joe. 1
ed steadily 'before these demonstrat- Jean% drive you into town t before ali othen In 1)sl y and
TritguioN EXPOSITOR
I suggestion was his owre As the
others stopped, IVIcIntyresstood study-
ing the clouds.
1 "Rain to -night -sure," he said.
"Too bad we couldn't have drawn int
the rest- of it."
Matlock had learned during the day
, why rain damaged hay. He had also
I discovered that wet haycocks had to
'I be shaken out to dry. It was partly
I an instinctive desire to 'avoid that
1 extra labor which prompted him now.
You and I could bad .up two
wagons by ourselves
,
" he said, "I'll
pitch on while you load. We could
haul 'ern under cover and unload sem
to -morrow."
McIntyre brightened. 'Much oblig-
ed, Joe. I didn't want to ask you.,
"Oh, that's all right."
Matlock was a little annoyed at
;himself. They worked quickly, but
it was nearly seven before they were
ready to milk. In the warm -fetid
darkness of the cow stableMcIntyre's-
• tongue loosened:
"You've got the makings of a good
farmer, Joe. That six -o'clock idea
makes the difference between a ferm-
tions of his interest.train me. I WAS counting on you
him *ti
She called oe, quite naturaltime.
ly, to help with those potatoes. It looks
and seemed to find 110 offense in his asif we'd lose some of them any -
use of her own name. She chatted way."
with him no* without emnpulsion- of "You'll get more for what you '
circumstance. Sometimes she laugh-- save," said Matlock. 1
ed when he joked -he liked her laugh- "Yes -and you city folks'll have ;
ter better for its infrequency, He to pay it," said ethe other sharply I
discovered. by careful provocation, "That's one comfort. You've taken 1
that she thought eleerli and for her- our labor away from us, but it's cost-
aelf, that she disagreed with her ing you something."
father about some things. But he He went out to the buns. Mat- ;
riNgrance
hesitated to press these investigations lock smoked comfortably on the porch I send no' ir p Gard forl free samspucjetiztatrineegin:heor
he was on strict Probation with her, side him. He could hear Jean's steps • e, eeite
fast or far. Instinct warned him that his belonging wrapped and ready be- ; Dar maticiakir ask U Yell IMINIM Ma
that le would forfeit his progress in in the kitchen,- the clash and rattle INS 11.1% Tsrontq•
her regard if he overstepped his lira- of the dishes as she washed them.
its as she saw them. There was satisfaction in the sounds.
Hewen to church with them, driv-
en in the little tin car; sharing the
rear seat' with old McIntyre and
watching teen's manipulation of the
wheel withecritical approval. The
service intefisted hhn as a novelty,
er and a faxen hand. You can do day He listened • amusedly to sermons
labor by the chick, but you can't farm which contredietecl everytenet of his°
that -way. The ram won't quit when doctrines, to sober discussions of these
the whistle* blows, and the • weeds at subsequent meals. The extent of
work twenty-four hours a day s m/ ./Levimiki's task began_ to trouble hint
mysterious
improvementgieted
grunted, minh
mind on the If they wereeall like this a generation
son
wouldn't 'suffice for enlightening them.
ing. The resounding- peas, Helga: wrote him occasionally --
rhythmic grinding of the cows' j s brief hurried letters Ailedwith her
pleased him better than conversation. Work and her plans. She sent 'him
McIntyre hummed softly, at -his workk the literature of their common creed
He !spoke again: -the familiar publications dedicated
"Be a great thing for us farmers to the rede dawn, which he reacl in
if we could do what you city fellows his room at night or on his Sunday
do -e -call a strike till we got the wea. walks. Sometimes his conscience
ther fixed to Stitt use Or refuse to prodded him. feebly. He had been. a
plow till we got a guaranty of the month with the, McIntYres without
crop" taldng even a step toward the fulfil -
Matlock half resented..the remark merit of his mission. He defendea,
"You can always quit farming and himself for this inaction on the
pick a' job where you can strike,' he ground that he had to learn a new
dsanindtportly. "I don't see why you field. -Until. he understood the sys-
* - tem he was to overturn he couldn't
"You will, though, if you stay a attack it intelligently. There was
while," McIntyre spoke more sober- nothing to be gained from hurry in
ly. "You's,* got the makings _ of a a- task like thus.
farmer in you, just as .1 said. You'll He made another experiment in
get used to dealing firsthand with Prelniature action, however. Wayne
God, if you stick to it. And that McIntyre had driven alone to the
spoils a man for anything else." village on some business of the local
He used the name casually, as, if school board. The old man nodded
God were as real and personal as a andtmumbled over his Bible by the
neighbor. Matlock grinned at the lamp in the kitchen. Matlock Break -
flank of the cow. Dealing first-hand edonmoon,
on,stedeipstpingtowardTherewthasae lowde-
with God! His dawning respect for c
Warne McIntyre sufferedblack rim of the hills, and the air
.
"I don't get that -elbow do you was still and amiable. A languid
mean?" , contentment possessed him. He call -
"Oh, it's just a manner of speak- to the girl.
Mg." McIntyre chuckled. apologeticalt "Oh, Jean -come out a minute"
ly. "I meant that we're up against She came to the door. - "What's
forces we can't Control -the weather, the matter, Joe?"
always rain when we don't want it, The tong annoyed him. She took
and pone when. we do; frost, some- it for granted that he daren't call
times a month before we're expectingher unless soinething Was wrong, eh?.
it; storms, weeds, bugs and -blights; He pointed toward the barns, a ready
it's like dealing with tod, Joe. At lie sugg %sting itself.
:least there's no man standing be- "Can you See anything moving down
tween. ' See?" . there? I thought---•"
s Matlock grunted again. Even Mc- Shq was instantly alert Tramps,
Intyre, whom he had begun to consider sleeping in. the hay, were on'e . of
intelligent, was touched with the Wayne McIntyre's fears and tetbhor-
persisting superstition. A sense of rences which she inherited. Even
hopelessness " grew in him. How Matlock had come to share in the
could you make a Man see the- truth feeling. The fact that the hey did
of. the communistic doctrine when he not belong to him failed to prevent a
believed unshakably in a personal proprietary attitude, based on the
in-
(od9 Hecaught himself wondering, vestment of his litbor. The idea that
whether the belief was as strong in some careless yegg mighttsetit afire
the next-egenerationeewhether •:-Jean troubled -hini.
mightn't be more enlightened. that "We'd' better look, I guess." She.
her fatherstepped back, returning with a light -
He detected a 'change in her atti- ed 'lantern. . They went down- the
tude when they came in to -supperslope together, inspected the festen-
There was a king of gentleness in 1er ings of the doors, glanced mto the
to -night -something like her manjer open sheds.
toward her grandfather._ He fert it "Must have been wrong" he said.
in h/t glance, in the way .she min- He blew out the :lantern. "Shame to
istered to his needs at the table; L.,id' spoil that moon," hetexplained. Theyt
a sort of triumph greeted it She'd turned beck toward the house. He
melt, he told _himself.. They were all slowed hi' ppm. "No hurry, is
alike -all except Helga. there? Stay, -out a Minute and enjoy
The comparison reminded him that it, -Jean." .
Helga didn't know where he was. `;Can't." She moved , amity-. He
Usually he kept in touch with her took a quick step after her, caught
when they were separated. After her arm.. •
supper he asked for writing' material' "Oh, what's a minute, Jean.?"
and wrote her briefly. .He was very She stood quite still. "Let -go- tof
tired, he discovered, so that he.,nod- my arm."
ds -d over the pen an had 210 taste "Her voice should have warned him.
for describing his experiences. He Even Helga's couldn't have bitten
-contented himself with his address deeper. But the sting of it only
and the bald statement that he was sharpened hissatinpulse. He tighten -
getting things started. He nearly ed his hold; She whirled swiftly and
felt asleep as he knelt at prayers. struck him with her open hand, a
When he took his lamp be felt -Jean's blow- a man might have struck It
interest in her glance.
took him utterly by surprise. He let
•
"Your room all right?"
-
_ her go as he stumbled back.
He realized that the question in "Don't try that again," she said,
volved a. deeper significance. It waS calmly.
her way of telling' him that she wis She went rn without looking back.
pleased, interested. Be 'grinned. He stood watching her, his cheek
He had a new idea. "I'll burning where her palm had struck,
-take care of it anyself,"# he said. a dancing angers in him. He'd have
"You've got enough to do without to pay her for.thatblow, he thought.
that," He followed her. She was busy
She shook her head. "No. That's with her dishcloth when he carte in.
my job. The farm can use your time." "I shan't say anything to father,"
He guessel now that her changed she told him iquietly.
attitude was due to his overtime. She "Why not?' He watched her close -
liked him because he had been willing ly amused at the reassurance.
to work beyond his stipulated hour. "Because he'd throw you off the
He went upstairs grinning. If that place, and we can't spare you yet,"
was the way to make a hit with her she said. nn
id.'t`13?out don't try it again."
he'd get on fast.
He confirmed the theory in the days 1 He was still amused.- Queer, how
that followed. The barrier in her the land and the work of it ruled
eyes lowered perceptibly as he show- them. The farm came first, with her
ed a contempt for the letter of his asewith her father. For its sake she
bargain. He and her Esther formed was willing to conceal what she re -
a habit of working on after the others garded s a deadly affront.
quit, always at Matlock's suggestion. She did not answer in words, but
The haying gave way to the wheat her eyes held his for an instant, and
harvest -a matter of desperate haste, it was his glance which moved away.
it seemed to Matlock, of constant The barrier had risen again. She
juggling With uncertain weather. The looked at him, he thought, as she
bundles of grain which the binder might have looked at a work horse
dropped must be stood on end, capped suddenly turned vicious. He under -
with a roof of her bundles spread, stood class hatred, It was class
and bent so as to bind the shock to- hatred he saw in her eyes now. He
gether and shed rain. These shocks, lighted his lamp and went to his
when the grain had dried, must be room, hating her as he felt she hated I
forked up to the wagons, loaded in him.
a particular intricate system of layers,
drawn te the barn, and there mowed
after another htheme of orderly ar-
rangement. •
And all this must be governed by
Let her work! The -time was coming
'When— - He stopped in the Middle
of the thought . She couldn't work
any harder than she did. The dawn-
ing of the red day wouldn't mean any
hatdship for her. It struck him sud-
denly that it must, benefit her, *long
with the rest of the workers. There
Was a gap in his reasoning somewhere
She and Wayne were petty capitalists;
they mightn't to share in the blessings
he and Helga Meant -to bring. Be
shook off the idea. That would all
adjust itself: It wasn't his business.
lievinieki would explain it.
The 'girl came out, He saw that she
was dressed for the village, It pleased
him to realize that his going meant
extra work for her. It would take ,a
good hour of her time to drive to
town and back. Serve her, right! He
cranked the car for her and serambled
in beside her. • She did not speak
till they turned into the highway.
"I was right about you," she said
suddenly. ‘‘I thought last night that
perhaps I'd •been wrong."
He was -puzzled. "I don't get that,
Jean." guesse anI've always known that you
."
She
laughed. "You're quitting. I
would', Even when you seemed to be
-different., there was something. I
felt Her
t'
t."
H
one irritated him.- "You talk
as if I didn't have a right to change
jobs. There's no crime in that, is
there?"
"Not the way you look at it, I
suppose It's just a job with you.
You don't- see anything 'else. For a
while I thought you did. I was
Wrong."
"I don't get you yet. A man's cer-
tainly got a right to quit working
when he feels like it." _
She -lung out an impatient hand
and the car swerved sharply. "Oh,
that word! Right! The world's hill
of it! As if a man had any rights!
That's what happens when people
huddle in cities and listen ,te fools.
They begin talking about their preci-
-ous rights -as if there were such
:things!"
93ute-e--"
"Oh, know -you think there are.
People do, when they live long enough
and far enough away from the land:
Rights to vote -rights to strike --
rights to wear silk and ride in ears-
rigiits to do everything and have
everything they happen to think they
want! It's only those of US -who live
out here eatthe firing _line who know.
'better!'
, "You're over my head," he confess.,
ed. "k man certainly has a right
to---"
"Who gave it to him? Where did
he .get it? What is it? A right to
eat, I suppose. He can't live with-
out it, very well,"
"Oft course -that and—"
"Then why don't the crops grow
ready to eat? Why does the weather
fight us, why do the weeds come up,
year after year; and the bugs and
the blight? 'Oh, you can't see it!
You've got a right to eat if we feed
you: And we've got a right to feed
you if we can beat the weather and
the weeds!. You've got so used to
taking food for granted i that you
don't even think where it comys from
-and how. You laughed this morn-
ing when father said we'd have to
leave some of those potatoes in th.e
ground. It 'didn't strike you. that
somebody's. have to go hungry this
winter because those potatoes rot!
It won't strike you and your kink
till you're hungry yourselves -not be-
cause you haven't money but because
money won't buy food! You've got a
right to quit, you say. Well, some
hungry child will have a right to
starve this winter."
He thought a moment "There'd
he enough for everybody if the deal
was square. It's only the rotten
system that divides things so that
one man has everything and a hundred
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He decided to strike at her by quit- 1
ting. If she was so afraid of losing;
labor from the faxen- that she would
hide his offense from her father it
would hurt her if he left. They'd be •
digging potatoes in the morning, and :
he knew that even with his help tb.ere '
would be too few hands. He chuckl-
ed at the idea.
He'd go back to see Helga and
Levinski. With what he'd learned
about farm life, and Levinski' s shrewd
suggestions, he -could begin to work
in earnest now. And it would be good
to see Helga again after these
months.
.IV
Wayne McIntyre urged him to stay,
offered him better pay. But he shook
nothing."
' "There'll be enough • when enough
/men and winnen stick to the lana and
i work hard enough to twist it out •of
i the ground," she cut in. ,"You can't
make wheat grow by bolding a: meet -
nig, and you'll never Idll one potato
I bug by a boycott! You and your sort
can. desert and leave us to fight alone
1 -to keep the' land alive till starva-
tion drives you . back. There'll be
enough of us left to do that, I guess.'
He grinned at her heat "I guess
the land *on't Tall awity. It's been
there quite et while."
"That's like the /*St of your ideast
How long do you think the land will
wait for you? See that -field? Two
years ago Saul Baker had corn grow-
ing there! In. three Or four more it'll
be a pioneer job to clear it. That's
; happening everywhere for want of
' men to work it. You're pullieg them
away from us into your cities -more
inotiths for us to feed and fewer hands
to feed them. But some of us stay.
We'll be here when you 'stop taildrig
about your fancy city rights mill be-
gin to look" for food -and not to find
"We earn our living," he eirotest-
ed. ---1
"You earn- money -you never earn-
ed your living till this summer. We
earned that -we people who stay out .
here on the front line, fighting bare-
handed against starvation foreall a
us. You live hy our favor, by the
.sweat of our brows and the ache of
our bones and the endurance of our
faith."
-They stopped at the -11iiigy little
station. He climbed down.
- "That's why you Mt me last night?"
He smiled at the memory. 1
thought---"
"I dutew semehow that you weren't
our kind," she said quietly. "I must,
have felt that you'd stop work in the
middle of the harvest, without even
}au:luring what you were doing. I -I
couldn't 'stand the touch of hands like
that We're different breeds."
A whistle crept round the bend of
the hill. He held out one of the hands
grinning.'
"Try to stand it title once," he urg-
ed. :
She shook her head. -
"No. Good -by." ' 1
He fele the words cut The little
ear scudded -away as he stood watch -
nig it Queer sort of a girl, lie
thought Living alone out in: the
country made 'ere like that, A. little .
crazy -like the phi miM
an h his ever-
lasting prayers; and Wane Man -
tyre mooning in his- cows d about
dealing first-hand with God. A good
thing he was going back to Helga and
Levinski and the rest. A little more
and he'd 'get to believing in their fool
ideas himself.
Different- breeds! Ile laughed. as
he swung aboard the coach. She'd
hit it right there! - - -
. V
Levinski looked up from his meal,
his thick glasses enlarging and dis-
torting the little eyes behind them.
Suddenly he reminded Matlock of a
sheep -there was an old rarre on Re-
Intyre's farm who looked exactly like
this -the same long,. flat -nosed face,
the sarne foreshertening of the chin,
even the same sidewise motion with
which; Levinski chewed. Matlock
'grinned at the memory. He had not
interpreted that contemplative malice
in the pale eyes quite soon enough.
Levinski would fool anybody who
thought him harmless, just as the
meditative ram had fooled Joe Mat-
lock into turning his back.
The room was dirtier than Levin -
ski's quarters usually were.. Mat-
lock guessed that he must have been
here some trine. The food on the
tray drew his glance-senough for two
men. Levinski always at heavily, he
remembered with a faint resentment
an impatient wonder at an appetite
unstiraulated by physical exertion.
1
The tir was thick with stale smoke,
and this throat was unpleasantly con-
scious of it.
"Where's Helga?"
He spoke sharply, su.ildenly hostile
without understanding why. Iseviiieki
grinned faintly and ealled out in the
alien tongue Matlock could not fol-
low. The door behind the littered
table epeeel and Ileiga appeared.
Matlock drew the inference instantly.
He had always been vaguely afraid
of this. Levinski's hold on Helga's
imagination -he sa* the quiek flicker
of fright in her eyes and knew that
his gness was sound. She eame to.
-ward him, greeting him -witheitr ex -
zeds of cordiality, below which he
felt her nervous apprehension.
"Hello,
He studied her face. It was gray,
like putty, he thought. Eyen her lips
were colorlesi. Her etteekla had 'hol-
lowed since his last sightetof her, so
that he Saw the outline of her jaws.
Even her eyes seemed 'palerthe old
flame dulled in them. He noted the
earelessness of her clothes, the flat,
eurveless contour of the body in
them.
"You're back in time, Joe. We're
starting a new paper -right in your
bne toe. We're going after the coun-
try labor,"
He scarcely listened to her eager
talk. Levinski put in a word, in his
mumbling, buzzing speech. It caught
at Matleck's wandering attention. The
proletariat. Be remembered, sudden-
ly, what it meant; The ehild-bearers.
It whipped his thought to Lon with
his ten children -twelve mouth s to
be fed , byme. man's, evork.. „Some-
thing in the specatcle of Leyinski an.d.
the woman Made him laugh. The pro-
letariat! What did they know about
it?
Bearing children and feeding theml
Something made him think of Jean,
tireless.in her shining kitchen,strong
and straight and Clear of eye. Dif-
ferent breeds -Jean and Helga,
"We're calling it The East Wind."
Helga's voice broke hi. upon Me con-
sciousness again. Another memory
rime before him -`-that first evening
by the lamp,,. the red -checked cloth and
the thee') Bibles, Ms own 'voice- read-
ing somber, marching eiviirtis.. He
laughed.
"The East Wind, eh? Can a -nem.
fill his belly with it?"
Helga started. "I don't sdie—"
"Never mind."
Be stzugged. Levinski broke IT1t0
the talk, his all but motionlesslips
queerly _sly and evil in Matlock's
sight.
.."We mus' reach zose peasants, Joe.
You. can tell us ---h
Matlock straightened. "Yes, 1 eau
tell you, Levinski. I've seen."
"In Russia zey are beating us, J.
Aaronson—L" 4 , -
Matlock laughed. Something clear-
ed in Ms mind, as if a dawning sue
hakj lifted mists an4 driven back dis-
totting shadows.
"Yes." Ilia' voice was strange'in
his eats. "Yes, they've beaten. you.
in Russia, Levinild, You can't fill a
peasant's belly with your east wind.
They're used to standing up to God
and fighting him for their food -and
yours. You and your kind are easy for
men that have learned to deal first-
hand with God. You can kad your
city fools round by their noses till we
peasants -we damned peasants stop
feeding you. We beat you over there.
and well, heat you here!"
He went out. If he caught the
night train he'd be there by dawn.
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