Comrades: A Story of Social Adventure in California. Thomas Dixon
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Comrades: A Story of Social Adventure in California
CHAPTER I
THE WOMAN IN RED
"Fools and fanatics!"
Colonel Worth crumpled the morning paper with a gesture of rage and walked to the window.
Elena followed softly and laid her hand on his arm.
"What is it, Guardie? I thought you were supremely happy this morning over the news that Dewey has smashed the Spanish fleet?"
"And so I am, little girl," was the gentle reply, "or was until my eye fell on this call of the Socialists for a meeting to-night to denounce the war – denounce the men who are dying for the flag. Read their summons."
He opened the crumpled sheet and pointed to its head lines:
"Down with the Stars and Stripes – up with the Red Flag of Revolution – the symbol of universal human brotherhood! Come and bring your friends. A big surprise for all!" The Colonel's jaws snapped suddenly.
"I'd like to give them the surprise they need to-night."
"What?" Elena asked.
"A serenade."
"A serenade?"
"Yes, with Mauser rifles and Gatling guns. I'd mow them down as I would a herd of wild beasts loose in the streets of San Francisco."
"Merely for a difference of opinion, Governor?" lazily broke in a voice from the depths of a heavy armchair.
"If you want to put it so, Norman, yes. Opinions, my boy, are the essence of life – they may lead to heaven or hell. Opinions make cowards or heroes, patriots or traitors, criminals or saints."
"But you believe in free speech?" persisted the boy.
"Yes. And that's more than any Socialist can say. I don't deny their right to speak their message. What I can't understand is how the people who have been hounded from the tyrant-ridden countries of the old world and found shelter and protection beneath our flag should turn thus to curse the hand that shields them."
"But if they propose to give you a better flag, Governor?" drawled the lazy voice. "Why not consider?"
"Look, Elena! Did the sun ever shine on anything more beautiful? See it fluttering from a thousand house-tops – the proud emblem of human freedom and human progress! Dewey has lifted it this morning on the foulest slave-pen of the Orient – the flag that has never met defeat. The one big faith in me is the belief that Almighty God inspired our fathers to build this Republic – the noblest dream yet conceived by the mind of man. Dewey has sunk a tyrant fleet and conquered an empire of slaves without the loss of a single man. The God of our fathers was with him. We have a message for the swarming millions of the East – "
"Pardon the interruption, Governor, but I must hold the mirror up to nature just a moment – your portrait sketched by the poet-laureate of the English-speaking world. He speaks of the American:
"Enslaved, illogical, elate.
He greets the embarrassed gods, nor fears
To shake the iron hand of Fate
Or match with Destiny for beers.
"Lo! imperturbable he rules,
Unkempt, disreputable, vast —
And in the teeth of all the schools
I – I shall save him at the last!"
The Colonel smiled.
"How do you like the picture?"
"Not bad for an Englishman, Norman. You know we licked England twice – "
"And we kin do it again, b' gosh, can't we?" blustered the younger man with mock heroics.
"You can bet we can, my son!" continued the Colonel, quietly. "The roar of Dewey's guns are echoing round the world this morning. The lesson will not be lost. You will observe that even your English poet foresees at last our salvation.
"'And in the teeth of all the schools
I – I shall save him at the last!'"
"Even in spite of the Socialists?" queried the boy, with a grin.
"In spite of every foe – even those within our own household. War is the searchlight of history, the great revealer of national life, of hidden strength and unexpected weakness. I saw it in the Civil conflict – I've seen it in this little struggle – "
"Then you do acknowledge it's not the greatest struggle in history – that's something to be thankful for in these days of patriotism," exclaimed Norman, rising and stretching himself before the open fire while he winked mischievously at Elena.
"It's big enough, my boy, to show us the truth about our nation. Our old problems are no longer real. The Union our fathers dreamed has come at last. We are one people – one out of many – and we can whip Spain before breakfast – "
"With one hand tied behind our back!" laughed the boy.
"Yes, and blindfolded. It will be easy. But the next serious job will be to bury a half million deluded fools in this country who call themselves Socialists."
The Colonel paused and a look of foreboding clouded his face as he gazed from the window of his house on Nob Hill over the city of San Francisco, which he loved with a devotion second only to his passionate enthusiasm for the Union.
Elena sat watching him in silent sympathy. He was the one perfect man of her life dreams, the biggest, strongest, tenderest soul she had ever known. Since the day she crept into his arms a lonely little orphan ten years old she had worshipped him as father, mother, guardian, lover, friend – all in one. She had accepted Norman's love and promised to be his wife more to please his father than from any overwhelming passion for the handsome, lazy young athlete. It had come about as a matter of course because Colonel Worth wished it.
The Colonel turned from the window, and his eyes rested on Elena's upturned face.
"It will be bloody work – but we've got to do it – "
Elena sprang to her feet with a start and a laugh.
"Do what, Guardie? I forgot what you were talking about."
"Then don't worry your pretty head about it, dear. It's a job we men will look after in due time."
He stooped and kissed her forehead. "By-by until to-night – I'll drop down to the club and hear the latest from the front."
With the firm, swinging stride of a man who lives in the open the Colonel passed through the door of the library.
"Norman, I can't realize that you two are father and son – he looks more like your brother."
"At least my older brother – "
"Yes, of course, but you would never take him for a man of forty-eight. I like the touch of gray in his hair. It means dignity, strength, experience. I've always hated sap-headed youngsters."
"Say, Elena, for heaven's sake, who are you in love with anyhow – with me or the Governor?"
A smile flickered around the corners of the girl's eyes and mouth before she slowly answered:
"I sometimes think I really love you both, Norman – but there are times when I have doubts about you."
"Thanks. I suppose I must be duly grateful for small favours, or else resign myself to call you 'Mother.'"
"Would such a fate be intolerable?"
Elena drew her magnificent figure to its full height and looked into the young athlete's face with laughing audacity.
"By George, Elena, if I'm honest with you, I'd have to say no. You are tall, stately, dignified, beautiful from the crown of your black hair to the tip of your dainty toe – the most stunning-looking woman I ever saw. I never think of you as a girl just out of school. You always remind me of a glorious royal figure in some old romance of the Middle Ages – "
"Now I'm sure I love you, Norman – for the moment at least."
"Then