. The Saturday evening post. ourbosses power to take; now we shall have power to takewhat we desire—and if we have the power who shall denyus the right? We shall abolish law. What is law but the will of thepeople? Well, we are the people. Each will be a law tohimself, choosing his own course, permitting his own soulto develop without hindrance or restraint. There will beno scheming to get wealth, for the world will belong to will be no anxious thought for the morrow, for therewill be assurance of plenty to-morrow. No man will be a slave and none will labor except whenhe so desires. W
. The Saturday evening post. ourbosses power to take; now we shall have power to takewhat we desire—and if we have the power who shall denyus the right? We shall abolish law. What is law but the will of thepeople? Well, we are the people. Each will be a law tohimself, choosing his own course, permitting his own soulto develop without hindrance or restraint. There will beno scheming to get wealth, for the world will belong to will be no anxious thought for the morrow, for therewill be assurance of plenty to-morrow. No man will be a slave and none will labor except whenhe so desires. We all shall be brothers and one mansauthority shall be equal to that of another. The youngest Jenkins boy, aged ten, dared a , he asked, are you sure that is the right way?If it is wouldnt it be a good idea for us to learn it nowwhile we are young? Yes, Im sure, replied Jenkins. We have groped indarkness, but we are near the light. I would be proud tohave my sons learn this great doctrine while it is yet When Jenkins came home the following eve-ning he saw a red flag tacked to his front some reason he did not attempt to analyzehe felt a touch of shame and glanced furtivelyup and down the street to see if the flag had attractedattention. Then his face set into hard lines and he saidto himself: What matter? Someone must be the pio-neer. The boys have caught the rpirit. I am glad. The living room did not appear as neat as usual, and ashe passed through the dining room he noticed that thedinner dishes were yet unwashed. He found his wife inthe kitchen, smiling to herself and humming as she wentabout the preparation of supper. Whats the matter? he asked. Been downtownall day? Nothing wrong, she replied. We have turned Bol-shevik, and I didnt feel in a humor for work this finished that book Mrs. Stallings loaned me. Jenkins started to speak, but thought better of it andwent into the bathroom to wash up. As he came out he noticed that the wo
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