Part 9 (1/2)
Her delicate face was radiant to-day with unusual elation. She walked with a quick, nervous energy that seemed to lift her whole body into the air. As she ascended the platform and bowed to the tumult of applause, she trembled from head to foot with intensest excitement. As she stood looking over the inspiring scene for a moment, her sensitive nostrils dilated, her brown eyes flashed, and her heart beat with a great throb of personal pride. She had never before faced such an immense throng of excited men and women, and the secret consciousness that she had within her soul the message which would sweep their heartstrings as she willed, lifted her into the clouds.
She felt for the moment that the whole scene was a tribute to her power. The magnificent house whose windows flashed in the sunlight, the vast lawn carpeted with green and set in dazzling flowers, the emerald waters of the bay, and the spires and domes of the distant city set on its proud hills beyond--all were hers to-day! Her voice had called to their standard the young millionaire whose name was now on every lip. Her voice had inspired his dream of the experiment to be made on the island of Ventura which had called this host together. For one big moment she felt the thrill of conscious creative genius, the pain, the joy, the glory of a positive achievement.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she sank to her seat with a suppressed sob.
When at last she rose to speak, her whole personality was a quivering battery of resistless emotion. Her voice, low and pulsing with magnetic waves of suppressed feeling, caught and chained the attention of the farthest straggler on the edge of the throng. Instinctively they moved closer. Resistlessly she drew them.
She had not spoken two minutes before she was sweeping the hearts of her hearers. Men and women who had come to laugh or scoff, as well as the young and thoughtless who had drifted with the crowd, were all alike caught in the spell and hung breathless on her words.
Every trick and art of persuasive speech were hers without effort.
Scorn, pathos, humour, pa.s.sion, were of the breath she breathed. At times her eloquence reached the highest conception of its might. It was simple thought packed until it took fire. At such moments scores of men leaped to their feet and shouted. Nothing disconcerted her or changed the swift current of her ideas. She was a master-musician whose hands swept a harp of a thousand strings--every string a throbbing human soul.
What matter if her appeal was to the emotions and not to the intellect? Her purpose was to persuade her hearers. And she did it.
Her courage, her beauty, her skill, her utter sincerity, commanded the respect of the strongest man who listened. If their intellects were not convinced, no matter--she carried them with her on a storm of resistless emotion.
Suddenly a thing happened which would have destroyed the total impression of the average speech. Old Methodist John, her pauper protg, had listened with increasing torture, choking down a hundred ”Glorys” as they leaped from his soul until at last he could endure no more. At the climax of one of her impa.s.sioned appeals the old man leaped to his feet, rushed in front of the speakers' stand and shouted into the face of the chairman:
”Look here! Look here, now, Wolf! Soup or no soup--Glory hallelujah!”
Barbara alone smiled. The crowd took up his shout, and a thousand voices made the heavens ring with its wild music.
Norman whispered to the old man, who sat down, and Barbara swept on in her impetuous triumph without the lapse of a moment's power. She seized the instant's hush which followed the storm of cheering to fire into the minds of her hearers some of the solid shot of the revolutionary programme.
In a voice which swelled to the clarion note of a trumpet she cried:
”The earth for all the people! This is our demand!
”The machinery of all production and distribution for all the people!
This is our demand!
”The collective owners.h.i.+p and control of all industry! This is our demand!
”The elimination of rent, interest, and profit! This is our demand!
”A new social order, a higher civilization, a real republic! This is our demand!
”The end of the h.e.l.l called war, of poverty and shame, of cruelty and crime, the birth of freedom, the dawn of brotherhood, the beginning of man! These are our demands! This is Socialism! Is this an idle dream?
Have you no faith in your fellow man?
”In the grim prison beyond the bay I found one day a woman convict who was little removed from a fiend. I got permission to hang a beautiful picture in her cell--a picture that set her soul to dreaming, that melted her at last to tears, and transformed the beast within her to a gentle, loving, beautiful, human character.
”I believe in man because he alone possesses this power to look through the window of the soul into the infinite and eternal. Here the world's real battles are fought. Here the world's real work is done.
Here cowards run and the brave die. This power to recreate the earth, people it with beauty, and fill it with harmony is your birthright.
”Lo, the day of humanity dawns!
”I preach cla.s.s consciousness that we may destroy all cla.s.ses. Cla.s.s must perish and Man be glorified. Man, whose inhumanity to his fellow man has filled the ages with ashes and tears, is coming forth at last purified by suffering, and we shall see his tears turned to smiles upon the faces of a n.o.bler race.