Leonore suddenly awoke to the fact
that there were such things as commercial depressions and unemployed.
She read it all with the utmost care. She read the outpourings of the
Anarchists, in a combination of indignation, amazement and fear, "I
never dreamed there could be such fearful wretches!" she said. There was
one man--a fellow named Podds--whom the paper reported as shrieking in
Union Square to a select audience:
"Rise! Wipe from the face of the earth the money power! Kill!
Kill! Only by blood atonement can we lead the way to better
things. To a universal brotherhood of love. Down with rich men!
Down with their paid hirelings, the troops! Blow them in pieces!"
"Oh!" cried Leonore shuddering. "It's fearful. I wish some one would
blow you in pieces!" Thereby was she proving herself not unlike Podds.
All humanity have something of the Anarchist in them. Then Leonore
turned to the mastiff and told him some things. Of how bad the strikers
were, and how terrible were the Anarchists.
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