"I used it myself," said the old carpet designer. "But vhen I come
here they give me a varning, and I haf not dared. For two years I haf
not even been to the meetings of the local."
"Of the what?" asked Samuel.
"I am a Socialist," explained Mr. Bremer. And Samuel gave a start.
Ought he to accept any help from Socialists? But meantime Friedrich
was sorting out the type, and his father was inspecting Samuel's copy.
"You must make it vith a plenty of paragraphs," he said; "and
exclamation points, too. Then they vill read it."
"They'll read it!" said Friedrich grimly.
"How shall we print it?" asked the father; and the children rushed
downstairs and came back with some sheets of writing paper, and a lot
of brown wrapping paper. They sat on the floor and folded and cut it,
while Friedrich set the type. And this was the way of the printing of
Samuel's first manifesto.
"Can you make a speech?" Mrs. Bremer asked. "Won't you be frightened?"
To which Samuel answered gravely: "I don't think so. I shall be
thinking about what I have to say."
It was late at night when the two children went home, with three
hundred copies of the revolutionary document carefully wrapped up from
view; and they were so much excited by the whole affair that they had
actually forgotten about Miss Gladys! It was not until he tried to go
to sleep that her image came back to him, and all his blasted hopes
arose to mock at him.
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