he　reviewed；　word　by　word；　act　by　act；　that　almost　incomprehensible
  revolt　of　hers　which　had　followed　so　swiftlya　final；　vindictive　blow　of
  fateon　that　other　revolt　of　the　workers。　　At　moments　he　became
  confused；　unable　to　separate　the　two。　　He　saw　her　fire　in　that　other。。。。
  Her　sister；　she　had　said；　had　been　disgraced；　she　had　defied　him　to　marry
  her　in　the　face　of　that　degradationand　this　suddenly　had　sickened　him。
  He　had　let　her　go。　　What　a　fool　he　had　been　to　let　her　go！　　Had　she
  herself　been！　　He　did　not　finish　this　thought。　　Throughout　the　long
  night　he　had　known；　for　a　certainty；　that　this　woman　was　a　vital　part　of
  him；　flame　of　his　flame。　　Had　he　never　seen　her　he　would　have　fought
  these　strikers　to　their　knees；　but　now　the　force　of　this　incentive　was
  doubled。　　He　would　never　yield　until　he　had　crushed　them；　until　he　had
  reconquered　her。
  He　was　approaching　one　of　the　groups　of　strikers；　and　unconsciously　he
  slowed　his　steps。　　The　whites　of　his　eyes　reddened。　　The　great　coat　of
  golden　fur　he　wore　gave　to　his　aspect　an　added　quality　of　formidableness。
  There　were　some　who　scattered　as　he　drew　near；　and　of　the　less　timorous
  spirits　that　remained　only　a　few　raised　dark；　sullen　glances　to　encounter
  his；　which　was　unflinching；　passionately　contemptuous。　　Throughout　the
  countless　generations　that　lay　behind　them　the　instinct　of　submission　had
  played　its　dominant；　phylogenetic　role。　　He　was　the　Master。　　The　journey
  across　the　seas　had　not　changed　that。　　A　few　shiverednot　alone　because
  they　were　thinly　clad。　　He　walked　on；　slowly；　past　other　groups；　turned
  the　corner　of　West　Street；　where　the　groups　were　more　numerous；　while　the
  number　of　those　running　the　gantlet　had　increased。　　And　he　heard；　twice
  or　thrice；　the　word　〃Scab！〃　cried　out　menacingly。　　His　eyes　grew　redder
  still　as　he　spied　a　policeman　standing　idly　in　a　doorway。
  〃Why　in　hell　don't　you　do　your　duty？〃　he　demanded。　　〃What　do　you　mean　by
  letting　them　interfere　with　these　workers？〃
  The　man　flinched。　　He　was　apologetic。　　〃So　long　as　they're　peaceable；　Mr。
  Ditmarthose　are　my　orders。　　I　do　try　to　keep　'em　movin'。〃
  〃Your　orders？　　You're　a　lot　of　damned　cowards；〃　Ditmar　replied；　and　went
  on。　　There　were　mutterings　here；　herded　together；　these　slaves　were
  bolder；　and　hunger　and　cold；　discouragement　at　not　being　able　to　stop　the
  flow　toward　the　mills　were　having　their　effect。　　By　the　frozen　canal；　the
  scene　of　the　onslaught　of　yesterday；　the　crowd　had　grown　comparatively
  thick；　and　at　the　corner　of　the　lodginghouse　row　Ditmar　halted　a　moment；
  unnoticed　save　by　a　few　who　nudged　one　another　and　murmured。　　He　gave
  them　no　attention；　he　was　trying　to　form　an　estimate　of　the　effect　of　the
  picketing　on　his　own　operatives。　　Some　came　with　timid　steps；　others；
  mostly　women；　fairly　ran；　still　others　were　self…possessed；　almost
  defiantand　such　he　marked。　　There　were　those　who；　when　the　picketers
  held　them　by　the　sleeve；　broke　precipitately　from　their　annoyers；　and
  those　who　hesitated；　listening　with　troubled　faces；　with　feelings　torn
  between　dread　of　hunger　for　themselves　and　their　children　and　sympathy
  with　the　revolt。　　A　small　number　joined　the　ranks　of　the　picketers。
  Ditmar　towered　above　these　foreigners；　who　were　mostly　undersized：　a
  student　of　human　nature　and　civilization；　free　from　industrial　complexes；
  would　from　that　point　of　vantage　have　had　much　to　gather　from　the
  expressions　coming　within　his　view；　but　to　Ditmar　humanity　was　a　means　to
  an　end。　　Suddenly；　from　the　cupolas　above　the　battlement　of　the　mill；　the
  bells　shattered　the　early　morning　air；　the　remnant　of　the　workers
  hastened　across　the　canal　and　through　the　guarded　gates；　which　were
  instantly　closed。　　Ditmar　was　left　alone　among　the　strikers。　　As　he　moved
  toward　the　bridge　they　made　a　lane　for　him　to　pass；　one　or　two　he　thrust
  out　of　his　way。　　But　there　were　mutterings；　and　from　the　sidewalk　he
  heard　a　man　curse　him。
  Perhaps　we　shall　understand　some　day　that　the　social　body；　also；　is
  subject　to　the　operation　of　cause　and　effect。　　It　was　not　what　an
  ingenuous　orthodoxy；　keeping　alive　the　fate　of　the　ancient　city　from
  which　Lot　fled；　would　call　the　wrath　of　heaven　that　visited　Hampton；
  although　a　sermon　on　these　lines　was　delivered　from　more　than　one　of　her
  pulpits　on　the　following　Sunday。　　Let　us　surmise；　rather；　that　a　decrepit
  social　system　in　a　moment　of　lowered　vitality　becomes　an　easy　prey　to
  certain　diseases　which　respectable　communities　are　not　supposed　to　have。
  The　germ　of　a　philosophy　evolved　in　decadent　Europe　flies　across　the　sea
  to　prey　upon　a　youthful　and　vigorous　America；　lodging　as　host　wherever
  industrial　strife　has　made　congenial　soil。　　In　four　and　twenty　hours
  Hampton　had　〃caught〃　Syndicalism。　　All　day　Tuesday；　before　the　true
  nature　of　the　affection　was　developed；　prominent　citizens　were　outraged
  and　appalled　by　the　supineness　of　their　municipal　phagocytes。　　Property；
  that　sacred　fabric　of　government；　had　been　attacked　and　destroyed；　law
  had　been　defied；　and　yet　the　City　Hall；　the　sanctuary　of　American
  tradition；　was　turned　over　to　the　alien　mob　for　a　continuous　series　of
  mass　meetings。　　All　day　long　that　edifice；　hitherto　chastely　familiar
  with　American　doctrine　alone；　with　patriotic　oratory；　with　perorations
  that　dwelt　upon　the　wrongs　and　woes　of　Irelandpart　of　our　national
  propagandaall　day　long　that　edifice　rang　with　strange；　exotic　speech；
  sometimes　guttural；　often　musical；　but　always　impassioned；　weirdly
  cadenced　and　intoned。　　From　the　raised　platform；　in　place　of　the　shrewd；
  matter…of…fact　New　England　politician　alive　to　the　votegetting　powers
  of　Fourth　of　July　patriotism；　in　place　of　the　vehement　but　fun…loving　son
  of　Erin；　men　with　wild；　dark　faces；　with　burning　black　eyes　and　unkempt
  hair；　unshaven；　flannel　skirtedmade　more　alien；　paradoxically；　by　their
  conventional；　ready…made　American　clothesgave　tongue　to　the
  inarticulate　aspirations　of　the　peasant　drudge　of　Europe。　　From　lands
  long　steeped　in　blood　they　came；　from　low　countries　by　misty　northern
  seas；　from　fair　and　ancient　plains　of　Lombardy；　from　Guelph　and
  Ghibelline　hamlets　in　the　Apennines；　from　vine…covered　slopes　in　Sicily
  and　Greece；　from　the　Balkans；　from　Caucasus　and　Carpathia；　from　the
  mountains　of　Lebanon；　whose　cedars　lined　the　palaces　of　kings；　and　from
  villages　beside　swollen　rivers　that　cross　the　dreary　steppes。　　Each
  peasant　listened　to　a　recital　in　his　own　tonguethe　tongue　in　which　the
  folklore；　the　cradle　sayings　of　his　race　had　been　preservedof　the
  common　wrongs　of　all；　of　misery　still　present；　of　happiness　still
  unachieved　in　this　land　of　liberty　and　opportunity　they　had　found　a
  mockery；　to　appeals　to　endure　and　suffer　for　a　common　cause。　　But　who　was
  to　weld　together　this　medley　of　races　and　traditions；　to　give　them　the
  creed　for　which　their　passions　were　prepared；　to　lead　into　battle　these
  ignorant　and　unskilled　from　whom　organized　labour　held　aloof？　　Even　as
  dusk　was　falling；　even　as　the　Mayor；　the　Hon。　Michael　McGrath；　was　making
  from　the　platform　an　eloquent　plea　for　order　and　peace；　promising　a
  Committee　of　Arbitration　and　thinking　about　soldiers；　the　leader　and　the
  philosophy　were　landing　in　Hampton。
  The　〃five　o'clock〃　edition　of　the　Banner　announced　him；　Antonio
  Antonelli；　of　the　Industrial　Workers　of　the　World！　　An　ominous　name；　an
  ominous　title；compared　by　a　wellknown　publicist　to　the　sound　of　a　fire…
  bell　in　the　night。　　The　Industrial　Workers；　not　of　America；　but　of　the
  World！　　No　wonder　it　sent　shivers　down　the　spine　of　Hampton！　　The　writer
  of　the　article　in　the　Banner　was　unfamiliar　with　the　words　〃syndicalism〃
  and　〃sabotage；〃　or　the　phrase　〃direct　action；〃　he　was　too　young　to　know
  the　history　of　the　Knights；　he　had　never　heard　of　a　philosophy　of　labour；
  or　of　Sorel　or　Pouget；　but　the　West　he　had　heard　of；the　home　of
  lawlessness；　of　bloodshed；　rape；　and　murder。　　For　obvious　reasons　he　did
  not　betray　this　opinion；　but　for　him　the　I。W。W。　was　born　in　the　West；
  where　it　had　ravaged　and　wrecked　communities。　　His　article　was　guardedly
  respectful；　but　he　ventured　to　remind　his　readers　that　Mr。　Antonelli　had
  been　a　leader　in　some　of　these　titanic　struggles　between　crude　labour　and
  capitalcatastrophes　that　hitherto　had　seemed　to　the　citizens　of　Hampton
  as　remote　as　Kansas　cyclones。。。。
  Some　of　the　less　timorous　of　the　older　inhabitants；　curious　to　learn　what
  doctrine　this　interloper　had　to　proclaim；　thrust　their　way　that　evening
  into　the　City　Hall；　which　was　crowded；　as　the　papers　said；　〃to
  suffocation。〃　　Not　prepossessing；　this　modern　Robespierre；　younger　than
  he　looked；　for　life　had　put　its　mark　on　him；　once；　in　the　days　of　severe
  work　in　the　mines；　his　body　had　been　hard；　and　now　had　grown　stout。　　In
  the　eyes　of　a　complacent；　arm…chair　historian　he　must　have　appeared　one
  of　the；　strange　and　terrifying　creatures　which；　in　times　of　upheaval；　are
  thrust　from　the　depths　of　democracies　to　the　surface；　with　gifts　to　voice
  the　longings　and　passions　of　those　below。　　He　did　not　blink　in　the　light；
  he　was　sure　of　himself；　he　had　a　creed　and　believed　in　it；　he　gazed
  around　him　with　the　leonine　stare　of　the　conqueror；　and　a　hush　came　over
  the　hall　as　he　arose。　　His　speech　was　taken　down　ve