Progressive Woman from Girard, Kansas • 14

14 THE PROGRESSIVE WOMAN. they're to come to any good!" r-The Sterns Visible! Thereupon he said, "Who says that I My Father and I Continued from pagt 3 a single step in self-defense. My mother went about her work: I stood 1oni. in tVi Ty pewriter don't love the boy? I love him with my whole heart, God knows, but I don't care to tell him so; I don't care too. and what's more, I can't.

It doesn't hurt him half as much as it does me when I punish him, -K 4 1 1 iSmDOdies every vuai convenience nerc- i tft-fnrp -known in the use of writing that I know." "Well, I'm going for another look," sighed machines, together with many important my mother. features exclusively its own. It is the only Visible Typewriter practical "I can rest here either he said. "You must just swallow a spoonful of darkening room, the mutilated crucifix on the table before me. The least sound scared me.

Inside the old case of the Black Forest clock standing there against the wall, the weights rattled as the clock struck five. At last I heard some one outside knocking the snow off his shoes; that was my father's step. When he entered the room with the birch rod I had vanished. He went into the kitchen and demanded in abrupt and angry tones where the rascal woe? Til An It for billing. warm soup, to please me it's supper time," she said.

"I couldn't eat now, I'm fairly at my It is two machines in one. It uses a two-color ribbon. It sells for $100 cash, and is worth it. If vou want a first-class, up-to-date, easy wit's end," said my father, and knelt down by the table and began to pray silently. My mother went into the kitchen to get running, long-wearing machine, together my warm clothes, for the fresh search in case they should find me anywhere, half frozen.

The room was silent again, and in the clock-case, felt as if BUY A STERNS Order from us. my heart must burst for sorrow and anguish. Suddenly in the midst of his prayev my father began' to sob convulsively. His head fell on his arm and his whole body shook. Condemned to Die.

This quaint little I gave a piercing cry. A few seconds later I was lifted out of whole house; in the living room, the bed and the corner by the stove and the great coffer were rummaged through I heard them moving about in the next room, in the loft overhead. I heard orders given to search through the very mangers in the byres and the hay straw in the barns; they were to go out to the shed, too, and bring the fellow straight to his father he should remember this Christmas eve all the rest of his life 1 But they came back empty-handed. Two farm-hands were to be sent among the neighbors; but my mother called out that if I had gone over the open and through the forest to a neighbor I should certainly be frozen to death, for my litle coat and hat were still in the room. What grief and vexation children were! They went away, the house was nearly empty and in the dark room there was nothing visible but the grey squares of the Japanese iaxy ia SMrs.

Chiyo Kotoku, Mrs. Kotoku's hus my shell by my parents, and I fell at my band is Dr. Denjiro father feet and clung whimpering to his knee. Kotoku, a noted newspaper man of Japan. These two have been con vr-" demned by the Jap vv A 1 anese government, if along with twenty- four other radicals, to Af Dr.

Kotoku If V8r lis considered the leader of these radicals, and his "Father, father!" were the only words I could stammer out. He reached down to me with both his arms, lifted me to his breast, and my hair was wet with his tears. In that moment the eyes of my understanding were opened. I saw how dreadful it was to anger and offend such a father. But I saw, too, why I had done so from sheer longing to see my father's face before me, to be able to look into his eyes and hear his voice speaking to me.

If he could not be cheery as others were with me, and as he, at that time so care-laden, seldom was, then I would at least look into his angry eyes, hear his harsh words. They went tingling, deliciously all through me, and drew me to him with irresistible might. At least, they were my father's eyes and words. No further jar unhallowed our Christmas eve, and from that day on things were dif "crime" consists in spreading liberal ideas and in trans If fEs I lating the works of Karl Marx, Leo Tolstoy, Peter Kro-potkin and Michael Bakunin. He is a Socialist, and has windows.

I was hidden in the clock case and could peep through the chinks. I had squeezed in through the little door meant for winding up the works and let myself down inside the panelling, so that I was now standing upright in the clock case. What anguish I suffered in my hiding-place! That no good could come of it all. and that the hourly increasing commotion was certainly perceived. I bitterly blamed the work basket which had betrayed me from the very beginning, and I blamed the little crucifix; but I quite forgot to blame my own folly.

Hours passed, I was still in nfy up-on-end coffin, already the icicles of the clock-weights touched the crown of my head, and I had to duck myself down as well as I could lest the stopping of the clock would lead to its winding up and thereby the discovery of myself. For my parents had come back into the room again and kindled a light and were beginning to quarrel about me. "I don't know anywhere else to look for him' said my father, and he sank exhausted on a chair. "Just think, if he's gone astray in the levoted a number if years to the treading of Social ferent. My father had become deeply aware of his love for me and my devotion to ist doctrine in his and, in many an hour of play, work, and rest, bestowed upon me his dear face and kindly conversation, so that I never again needed to get them by guile.

Our Cover Picture. On our cover page this month we have "Our 'Gene," the lover, and the beloved, of little children. With him are two little Girard girls, Mary Vincent and Olive Cosper. Mary is a staunch little Socialist and a warm friend of Comrade Debs. Olive is a little neighbor forest, or if he's lying under the snow," cried land.

For this he has been imprisoned many times, which resulted in the loss of his health. Imprisonment did not kill him, however, and the government, fearing so able a man, has decided to do the job itself. Before the Russo-Japanese war Dr. Kotoku was one of the brilliant editorial writers cm a big Japanese daily, He was an anti-militarist, however, and the fearless expression of his sentiments regarding war caused' him to lose his job on the paper From that time he has devoted himself to revolutionary work, for which he has suffered in many ways. The Progressive Woman hopes that its readers will send to the Japanese ambassador at Washington a protest against such barbarous proceeding.

Let us see that Japan does not follow in the footsteps of its savage brother Russia, in the persecution of Liberals. and playmate of Mary's. All the Girard children love "Comrade my mother, and broke into audible weeping. "Don't say such things," said my father, "I can't bear to hear it." 'You can't bear to hear it, and yet you yourself have driven him away with, youi harshness Debs," not because, he is a great man in the sense that a rich or powerful man is great, but because he is such a lover. He loves every "I shouldn't have broken any bones whir body, but the working people and children most of all.

He is giving his life to the cause that will free little children from homes of poverty, sweat shops and all the misery that these twigs," he replied, and brought the birch rod swishing down upon the table. XJUt 11 J. CUlcn mm now, i 11 uican a utugc- cole across his back!" comes from not having enough to live on mu i-V ,.1. In tvaft FA. Like Jesus, whose birthday many celebrate on "Do it, do it! perhaps it will never hurt Christmas, he wants the working class to unite and save itself from the sin and degradation economic and social dependence upon man.

lniei enough, this dependence may be alleviated byK formally placing her upon an equality before the low nnH in nnint of rlrfita but the dependence him any more!" said my mother, and wept again. "Do you think that. our children! were given you only to vent your anger, on? 1 In that case our dear Lord is quite riehtwhen he takes them again betimes to! that comes from poverty. And, were he to give you a commandment to follow in the is not removed. On the other side, woman suffers from the economic dependence that woman In pen- New Year that is coming, I am sure it would erai, tne worKins woman in ptiruvruiar, be: Little children, love one another.

Himself. One must love little children if BClf fttyujy 11 wi.i0.