Part 9 (1/2)
Everything is whirling beforethe rooaze at h in the air, and everything is whirling, whirling
”Now, Doc, quick!”
There is a sharp sting in ripped as by a vise, and my mouth is torn open
”What d'ye think of _that_, eh?”
The Chief stands before e
”What's this?” he demands, with an oath
”Candy,” I reply, defiantly
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How full of anxiety these teeks have been! Still no news ofards my last refusal as final But I a about! I long to knohat is happening with them But my interest is merely that of the revolutionist They are so far away,--I do not count a see had happened Frick is quite well now; at his desk again, the press reports Nothing else of iiven up their hunt How ridiculous the Chief hasmy friend Mollock, the New York baker! The iman across the State line, and then arrest him as my accomplice! I suppose he is the only Anarchist the stupid Chief could find My negro friend infor last week But I felt no anxiety: I knew the ”silent baker” would prove deaf and dumb Not a word, could they draw froistrate put the Chief in a very ludicrous position Now he is thirsting for revenge, and probably seeking a victiheny But if the comrades preserve silence, all will be well, for I was careful to leave no clew I had told theo, where I expected to secure a position I can depend on Bauer and Nold But thatin the saht there was so look about hiht compromise the others Why are they friendly, I wonder He is probably not even a co in common with hieois_-uard, who informs me that I am ”wanted at the office” There is a letter for e is due on it Would I pay?
”A trap,” it flits through my mind, as I accompany the overseer I shall persist in my refusal to accept decoy mail
”More letters from Homestead?” I turn to the Warden
He quickly suppresses a slance at the envelope The writing is apparently a woraphy is smaller than the Girl's I yearn for news of her The letter is from Brooklyn--perhaps a _Deckadresse_!
”I'll take the letter, Warden”
”All right You will open it here”
”Then I don't want it”
I start from the office; when the Warden detains , but within ten o now”
I hasten to the cell If there is anything important in the letter, I shall destroy it: I owe the ene hand I tear open the envelope, a paper dollar flutters to the floor I glance at the signature, but the name is unfamiliar Anxiously I scan the lines An unknown sys, in the name of humanity ”I am not an Anarchist,” I read, ”but I wish you well My sympathy, however, is with the man, not with the act I cannot justify your atteht to take what he cannot give”
I pass a troubled night My les with the proble al aspect aside, can the morality of the act be questioned? It is iht; they are opposites The law is iainst the workers, to continue their subjection To be law-abiding means to acquiesce, if not directly participate, in that conspiracy A revolutionist is the truly moral man: to him the interests of humanity are supreme; to advance them, his sole aim in life
Government, with its laws, is the cole of the People against this terrible curse The Law! It is the arch-crime of the centuries The path of Man is soaked with the blood it has shed Can this great criht? Is a revolutionist to respect such a travesty? It would mean the perpetuation of human slavery
No, the revolutionist owes no duty to capitalist morality He is the soldier of hureat struggle It is a bitter war The revolutionist cannot shrink from the service it imposes upon him Aye, even the duty of death Cheerfully and joyfully he would die a thousand tis to the People He has no right to live or enjoy while others suffer
How often we had discussed this, Fedya and I He was somewhat inclined to sybaritiseois_ youth Once in New York--I shall never forget--at the tiun the publication of the first Jewish Anarchist paper in America, we came to blows We, the most intimate friends; yes, actually came to blows nobody would have believed it