But now at last--look here! Eight years are gone, I'm healed of Elenor Murray, married too; And read about her death here in the _Times_, And turn the pages over--column five-- Chicago startled by a suicide-- Gregory Wenner kills himself--behold The name, at last, she spoke!

So much for waters in Alaska. Now Turn eyes upon the waters nearer home.

Anton Sosnowski has a fateful day And Winthrop Marion runs the story down, And learns Sosnowski read the _Times_ the day, He broke from brooding to a dreadful deed; Sosnowski saw the face of Elenor Murray And Rufus Fox upon the self-same page, And afterwards was known to show a clipping Concerning Elenor Murray and the banner Of Joan of Arc, the words she wrote and folded Within the banner: to be brave, nor flinch.

ANTON SOSNOWSKI

Anton Sosnowski, from the Shakspeare School Where he a.s.sists the janitor, sweeps and dusts, The day now done, sits by a smeared up table Munching coa.r.s.e bread and drinking beer; before him The evening paper spread, held down or turned By claw-like hands, covered with s.h.i.+ny scars.

He broods upon the war news, and his fate Which keeps him from the war, looks up and sees His scarred face in the mirror over the wainscot; His lashless eyes and browless brows and head With patches of thin hair. And then he mutters Hot curses to himself and turns the paper And curses Germany, and asks revenge For Poland's wrongs.

And what is this he sees?

The picture of his ruin and his hate, Wert Rufus Fox! This leader of the bar Is made the counselor of the city, now The city takes gas, cars and telephones And runs them for the people. So this man Grown rich through machinations against the people, Who fought the people all his life before, Abettor, aider, thinker for the slickers Regraters and forestallers and engrossers, Is now the friend, adviser of the city, Which he so balked and thwarted, growing rich, Feared, noted, bowed to for the very treason For which he is so hated, yet deferred to.

And Anton looks upon the picture, reads About the great man's ancestry here printed, And all the great achievements of his life; Once president of the bar a.s.sociation, And member of this club and of that club.

Contributor to charities and art, A founder of a library, a vestryman.

And Anton looks upon the picture, trembles Before the picture's eyes. They are the eyes Of Innocent the Tenth, with cruelty And cunning added--eyes that see all things And boulder jaws that crush all things--the jaws That place themselves at front of drifts, are placed By that world irony which mocks the good, And gives the glory and the victory To strength and greed.

Anton Sosnowski looks Long at the picture, then at his own hands, And laughs maniacally as he takes the mug With both hands like a bird with frozen claws, These broken, burned off hands which handle bread As they were wooden rakes. And in a mirror Beside the table in the wall, smeared over With steam from red-hots, kraut and cookery, Of smoking fats, fixed by the dust in blurs, And streaks, he sees his own face, horrible For scars and splotches as of leprosy; The eyes that have no lashes and no brows; The bullet head that has no hair, the ears Burnt off at top.

So comes it to this Pole Who sees beside the picture of the lawyer The clear cut face of Elenor Murray--yes, She gave her spirit to the war, is dead, Her life is being sifted now. But Fox Lives for more honors, and by honors covers His days of evil.

Thus Sosnowski broods, And lives again that moment of h.e.l.l when fire Burst like a geyser from a vat where gas Had gathered in his ignorance; being sent To light a drying stove within the vat, A work not his, who was the engineer.

The gas exploded as he struck the match, And like an insect fixed upon a pin And held before a flame, hands, face and body Were burned and broken as his body shot Up and against the brewery wall. What next?

The wearisome and tangled ways of courts With Rufus Fox for foe, four trials in all Where juries disagreed who heard the law Erroneously given by the court.

At last a verdict favorable, and a court Sitting above the forum where he won To say, as there's no evidence to show Just how the gas got in the vat, Sosnowski Must go for life with broken hands unhelped.

And that the fact alone of gas therein Though naught to show his fault had brought it there, The mere explosion did not speak a fault Against the brewery.

Out from court he went To use a broom with crumpled hands, and look For life in mirrors at his ghastly face.

And brood until suspicion grew to truth That Rufus Fox had compa.s.sed juries, courts; And read of Rufus Fox, who day by day Was featured in the press for n.o.ble deeds, For Art or Charity, for notable dinners, Guests, travels and what not.

So now the Pole Reading of Elenor Murray, cursed himself That he could brood and wait--for what?--and grow More weak of will for brooding, while this woman Had gone to war and served and ended it, Yet he lived on, and could not go to war; Saw only days of sweeping with these hands, And every day his face within the mirror, And every afternoon this gla.s.s of beer, And coa.r.s.e bread, and these thoughts.

And every day some story to arouse His sense of justice; how the generous Give and pa.s.s on, and how the selfish live And gather honors. But Sosnowski thought If I could do a flaming thing to show What courts are ours, what matter if I die?

What if they took their quick-lime and erased My flesh and bones, expunged my very name, And made its syllables forbidden?--still If I brought in a new day for the courts, Have I not served? he thought. Sosnowski rose And to the bar, drank whiskey, then went out.

That afternoon Elihu Rufus Fox Came home to dress for a dinner to be given For English notables in town--to rest After a bath, and found himself alone, His wife at Red Cross work. And there alone, Collarless, lounging, in a comfort chair, Poring on Wordsworth's poems--all at once Before he hears the door turned, rather feels A foot-fall and a presence, hears too soon A pistol shot, looks up and sees Sosnowski, Who fires again, but misses; grabs the man, Disarms him, flings him down, and finding blood Upon his s.h.i.+rt sleeve, sees his hand is. .h.i.t, No other damage--then the pistol takes, And covering Sosnowski, looks at him.

And after several seconds gets the face Which gradually comes forth from memories Of many cases, knows the man at last.

And studying Sosnowski, Rufus Fox Divines what drove the fellow to this deed.

And in these moments Rufus Fox beholds His life and work, and how he made the law A thing to use, how he had builded friends.h.i.+ps In clubs and churches, courted politicians, And played with secret powers, and compromised Causes and truths for power and capital To draw on as a lawyer, so to win Favorable judgments when his skill was hired By those who wished to win, who had to win To keep the social order undisturbed And wealth where it was wrenched to.

And Rufus Fox Knew that this trembling wreck before him knew About this course of life at making law And using law, and using those who sit To administer the law. And then he said: "Why did you do this?"

And Sosnowski spoke: "I meant to kill you--where's your right to live When millions have been killed to make the world A safer place for liberty? Where's your right To live and have more honors, be the man To guide the city, now that telephones, Gas, railways have been taken by the city?

I meant to kill you just to help the poor Who go to court. For had I killed you here My story would be known, no matter if They buried me in lime, and made my name A word no man could speak. Now I have failed.

And since you have the pistol, point it at me And kill me now--for if you tell the world You killed me in defense of self, the world Will never doubt you, for the world believes you And will not doubt your word, whatever it is."

And Rufus Fox replied: "Your mind is turned For thinking of your case, when you should know This country is a place of laws, and law Must have its way, no matter who is hurt.

Now I must turn you over to the courts, And let you feel the hard hand of the law."

Just then the wife of Rufus Fox came in, And saw her husband with his granite jaws, And lowering countenance, blood on his s.h.i.+rt, The pistol in his hand, the scarred Sosnowski, Facing the lawyer.

Seeing that her husband Had no wound but a hand clipped of the skin, And learning what the story was, she saw It was no time to let Sosnowski's wrong Come out to cloud the glory of her husband, Now that in a new day he had come to stand With progress, fairer terms of life--to let The corpse of a dead day be brought beside The fresh and breathing life of brighter truth.

Quickly she called the butler, gave him charge Over Sosnowski, who was taken out, Held in the kitchen, while the two conferred, The husband and the wife.

To him she said, They two alone now: "I can see your plan To turn this fellow over to the law.

It will not do, my dear, it will not do.

For though I have been sharer in your life, Partaker of its spoils and fruits, I see This man is just a ghost of a dead day Of your past life, perhaps, in which I shared.

But that dead life I would not resurrect In memory even, it has pa.s.sed us by, You shall not live it more, no more shall I.

The war has changed the world--the harvest coming Will have its tares no doubt, but the old tares Have been cut out and burned, wholly, I trust.

And just to think you used that sharpened talent For getting money, place, in the old regime, To place you where to-day? Why, where you must Use all your talents for the common good.

A barter takes two parties, and the traffic Whereby the giants of the era gone-- (You are a giant rising on the wreck Of programs and of plots)--made riches for Themselves and those they served, is gone as well.

Since gradually no one is left to serve Or have an interest but the state or city, The community which is all and should be all.

So here you are at last despite yourself, Changed not in mind perhaps, but changed in place, Work, interest, taking pride too in the work; And speaking with your outer mind, at least Praise for the day and work.

I am at fault, And take no virtue to myself--I lived Your life with you and coveted the things Your labors brought me. All is changed for me.

I would be poorer than this wretched Pole Rather than go back to the day that's dead, Or rea.s.sume the moods I lived them through.

What can we do now to undo the past, Those days of self-indulgence, ostentation, False prestige, witless pride, that waste of time, Money and spirit, haunted by ennui Insatiable emotion, thirst for change.

At least we can do this: We can set up The race's progress and our country's glory As standards for our work each day, go on Perhaps in ignorance, misguided faith; And let the end approve our poor attempts.

Now to begin, I ask two things of you: If you or anyone who did your will Wronged this poor Pole, make good the wrong at once.

And for the sake of bigness let him go.

For your own name's sake, let the fellow go.

Do you so promise me?"

And Rufus Fox, Who looked a thunder cloud of wrath and power Before the mirror tying his white tie, All this time silent--only spoke these words: "Go tell the butler to keep guard on him And hold him till we come from dinner."

The wife Looked at the red black face of Rufus Fox There in the mirror, which like Lao's mirror Reflected what his mind was, then went out Gently to her bidding, found Sosnowski Laughing and talking with the second maid, Watched over by the butler, quite himself, His pent up anger half discharged, his grudge In part relieved.

There was a garrulous ancient at LeRoy Who traced all evils to monopoly In land, all social cures to single tax.

He tried to b.u.t.ton-hole the coroner And tell him what he thought of Elenor Murray.

But Merival escaped. And then this man, Consider Freeland named, got in a group And talked his mind out of the case, the land And what makes poverty and waste in lives:

CONSIDER FREELAND

Look at that tract of land there--five good acres Held out of use these thirty years and more.

They keep a cow there. See! the cow's there now.

She can't eat up the gra.s.s, there is so much.

And in these thirty years these houses here, Here, all around here have been built. This lot Is worth five times the worth it had before These houses were built round it.

Well, by G.o.d, I am in part responsible for this.

I started out to be a first rate lawyer.

Was I first rate lawyer? Well, I won These acres for the Burtons in the day When I could tell you what is gavel kind, Advowsons, corodies, frank tenements, Scutage, escheats, feoffments, heriots, Remainders and reversions, and mortmain, Tale special and tale general, tale female, Fees absolute, conditional, copyholds; And used to stand and argue with the courts The difference 'twixt a purchase, limitation, The rule in Sh.e.l.ley's case.