ry. A few weeks ago this anarchist laid down a newspaper,
containing an account of the trial of the I. W. W. leaders in Chicago.
That night, becoming alarmed, lest he himself be caught in the drag-net,
and perhaps forced to enlist as an enemy alien, this agitator
disappeared, leaving behind him his board bill, laundry bill, tailor's
bill, not to mention many other forms of indebtedness--a disappearance
that led every one of his creditors to give up any and all faith in the
American Bolsheviki movement.

Now there was a young boy of about twenty-three who had long been
listening to this agitator. When, therefore, the second night after the
anarchist's disappearance came, this young man, who aspired himself to
be a leader of the mob, climbed up on the soap box, at the corner of the
little park, and began to speak to the same old crowd.

"Think of it, my friends! Just think of it! Think of some soldier coming
in here and making me enlist! I have no grudge against the Germans. I
don't want to kill them. My forefathers were all German! My name is
German. And I am an American all right, all right! Still, I don't
propose to have anybody tell me what I must do. If I want to enlist, I
will enlist, and if I don't, I won't! I'd like to see some Government
agent come along and grab me for the draft! When he comes, he'll hear a
few things from me, and then some!"

At that point a man lifted up his hand and said: "Now you may stop right
there!" Throwing back his coat collar, he showed a little metal badge.
Climbing up on the box, the stranger took the young anarchist by his
shoulder and half choked him, saying: "So you want to have the people
see some one take you to the draft office? Well," said the officer,
"now's the time for them to see him, and I'm the man. And you people,"
he went on, "just take a good look at this fellow. It'll be the last
chance you're going to have, for he will be in jail to-night, and
to-morrow we will decide whether or not he has been opposing the draft.
If he has, he stands a good chance of being shot." Blowing a little
whistle, the officer dragged the young anarchist to the edge of the
street, half lifted and half kicked him into the police wagon, which
soon disappeared. The enemy aliens who remained behind were stupefied,
partly with astonishment and partly with terror. Aliens began to say,
"What will come next?" That night a number more of pro-Germans
disappeared from this town with its steel mills.