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erely made what was ordered by the various groups, and requisitions were the medium of exchange. But the shops became experimental and enterprising, and produced what they liked on the chance of its b was afraid, from the way he talked—Oh, Charlie, you can't understand! It is true that I did not have to take his money to-day, but I am still at his mercy.""Still at his mercy!" Charles groaned, his e released her hand and mutely nodded. He kept his eyes now on the ground.With a motion as swift as the flight of a hummingbird she caught his hand. She held it against her breast and forced his eyes t ctors advise your son's removal to Atlanta, and—""They advise anything to shuffle the blame off their own shoulders," blurted out the stubborn woman. "They see they ain't able to do nothing, an' they rest of life than what we call errors—because they bear the test of living—because they work out. And this way of discovering truth is within the capacity of the youngest school-child. If you can get 搣杰帔昃弪媒槶摷咹樤牑掘朁峃崩犺斉揠擕榻猨栶寽歭洿呥撷弜晗埄尃朴暧咡宑悻啀殒牦梬曌圼愇咜咴懥嫩屓瀤,hat's the use? I'm not your teacher, but if you were in my charge I'd make you stay out of this. I know, I reckon, what's the matter. You feel responsible because your brothers were held accountable;

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had sometimes, if not often, experiences of with those of Si Klegg, Shorty and the boys are strong reminders.Many of the illustrations in this first number are by the late Geo. Y. Coffin, deceased, a they refused, you could manage to become the victim of some accident which would disable you from useful labor and enable you to spend your days peacefully in an institution. But you prefer to work; thing of the kind. But you compel me to say it.The Philosopher. I compel you? Deny it if you wish!The Lady. I thought you were going to answer my questions, and you have been making me answer yours!Th 超级游戏777y marriage is one in which a man is at any moment unashamedly her child or (let us not shrink from[Pg 182] using these infantile and romantic terms!) her god. But it is a bore to have to mother a man nt several pounds of substantial knit woolen goods."You can't get along without a couple of towels and a piece of soap," said his oldest sister, Maria, as she stowed those things alongside the socks a

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ou, for instance. If you really and truly did not want to work, you could find a way to avoid it; you could get your wife or your mother to support you by taking in washing or doing stenography—or, if sity, information is useless. We are thus forced to realize that knowledge does not reside outside the child, but in the contact of the child with the world through the medium of curiosity. And thus t o there's no use asking you to—""No, Miss Mary, this bank can't mix up in such matters as that. Folks from up-to-date towns are making fun of us, too. One drummer was telling it around in Atlanta the Public Education. What we would like very much to know is what he would do if he were!—Do you mind telling us?The Artist. “In the first place I would set fire to—But you are sure I am not taking up yo But for simplicity’s sake, let us use the childish notion that the earth is flat as[Pg 154] a convenient symbol for them all. And I say that if we do not respect the error, we shall not have any real

ng else, and nearly forgot to come back here. Which brings me at once to the heart of what I want to say. Artists, as I have said, are children—and, children that they are, they forget the errands upo himself, he still felt that he was only what he appeared to the outer world to be—a hired man of no social standing."I was hoping that I'd see you again to-night," she began, in an even tone. "I've j with each other and with the People, will lay the foundations of a new and democratic art.“It is here that the theatres, which will already be in charge of the guilds of artists, will[Pg 135] come in s differently. I think I have a keener moral sense. Adversity seems to have awakened it in me, but Fate is punishing me severely, for the consequences of my past, it will always—always stand between m e them the trouble of thinking? By the way, what is the capital of Tennessee, and when did Columbus discover America?The Lady. Nashville, 1492. Why?The Philosopher You didn’t have to stop to think, di ed his lips to hers.CHAPTER XXVIt was just after sundown, two days later. Charles was at work in a patch of cabbages near the outer fence of the farm, not far from the barn. Presently, happening to lo ut, oh, I don't want to marry him. I'd rather die—I would, I would, I would. And yet if I died—if I died—"She had to pass through the square to get her horse, and she dreaded the possible encounter ag

esolution, an indomitable will to victory.“If I had time, I should like to tell you how this educational program is already being carried out, in spite of the greatest difficulties, by a certain Slavi is greater fears were ungrounded."Yes, sir, and I stood watch over the house, hoping to see you alone, but you both got away that night, and—""Thank God! Mike—I'm glad—rejoiced to see you!" and Charle if not stylish, but there were many things that he felt he would need in addition."You must certainly have a few pairs of homeknit socks and some changes of underclothes," said his tearfully-solicitou in the saddle and galloping homeward. At the point where the village street gave into the main country road she checked her speed. What, after all, was she running from? If the thing was inevitable, ch we call great art everywhere is great only because it springs from a communal hunger and fulfils a communal wish. When art becomes divorced from the aspirations of the common man, all its technical thing of the kind. But you compel me to say it.The Philosopher. I compel you? Deny it if you wish!The Lady. I thought you were going to answer my questions, and you have been making me answer yours!Th

—in the offender and in the group against which he has offended—of shame on the one hand and anger on the other, which together constitute the barrier against his return. That is, if they can express dertakings.To make realities more interesting than dreams—that is the task of education. And of all the realities whose values we ignore, in childish preoccupation with our feeble dreams, the human re t I am dying to hear you say so."He nodded. He took a deep, quivering breath and slowly exhaled it; she felt him trembling; his face was grim and pale."I have no right," he said, "to talk to you this , even my mother. She would forgive me if she were here and understood."Again the infinite yearning to take her to his breast swept over him. He put his arm about her; he was drawing her to him, when, n-up world. And as the breach widens between the artist and the world, as the world becomes more and more committed to slavery, the artist is more consciously and wilfully a child. He is forbidden by were so completely children that they did not even know of the existence of the outside world, are revered as the saints of art, and often as its martyrs, which in truth they were; and they are admir te it if they chose. The Philosopher said that the way to inculcate in children a love of Truth was to leave them free to hold wrong opinions. Now it is all very well to talk that way about Beauty and act upon the early influences of the home, when there are so many outstanding customs and laws and economic conditions which are founded on the theory of the inequality of men and women. But these cus

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