around　him　with　the　leonine　stare　of　the　conqueror；　and　a　hush　came　over
  the　hall　as　he　arose。　　His　speech　was　taken　down　verbatim；　to　be
  submitted　to　the　sharpest　of　legal　eyes；　when　was　discovered　the
  possession　of　a　powerrare　among　agitatorsto　pour　forth　in　torrents
  apparently　unpremeditated　appeals；　to　skirt　the　border　of　sedition　and
  never　transgress　it；　to　weigh　his　phrases　before　he　gave　them　birth；　and
  to　remember　them。　　If　he　said　an　incendiary　thing　one　moment　he　qualified
  it　the　next；　he　justified　violence　only　to　deprecate　it；　and　months
  later；　when　on　trial　for　his　life　and　certain　remarks　were　quoted　against
  him；　he　confounded　his　prosecutors　by　demanding　the　contexts。　　Skilfully；
  always　within　the　limits　of　their　intelligence；　he　outlined　to　his
  hearers　his　philosophy　and　proclaimed　it　as　that　of　the　world's
  oppressed。　　Their　cause　was　histhe　cause　of　human　progress；　he
  universalized；　it。　　The　world　belonged　to　the　〃producer；〃　if　only　he　had
  the　courage　to　take　possession　of　his　own。。。。
  Suddenly　the　inspirer　was　transformed　into　the　man　of　affairs　who　calmly
  proposed　the　organization　of　a　strike　committee；　three　members　of　which
  were　to　be　chosen　by　each　nationality。　　And　the　resolution；　translated
  into　many　tongues；　was　adopted　amidst　an　uproar　of　enthusiasm。　　Until
  that　moment　the　revolt　had　been　personal；　local；　founded　on　a　particular
  grievance　which　had　to　do　with　wages　and　the　material　struggle　for
  existence。　　Now　all　was　changed；　now　they　were　convinced　that　the
  deprivation　and　suffering　to　which　they　had　pledged　themselves　were　not
  for　selfish　ends　alone；　but　also　vicarious；　dedicated　to　the　liberation
  of　all　the　downtrodden　of　the　earth。　　Antonelli　became　a　saviour；　they
  reached　out　to　touch　him　as　he　passed；　they　trooped　into　the　snowy
  street；　young　men　and　old；　and　girls；　and　women　holding　children　in　their
  arms；　their　faces　alight　with　something　never　known　or　felt　before。
  Such　was　Antonelli　to　the　strikers。　　But　to　those　staid　residents　of
  Hampton　who　had　thought　themselves　still　to　be　living　in　the　old　New
  England　tradition；　he　was　the　genius　of　an　evil　dream。　　Hard　on　his　heels
  came　a　nightmare　troop；　whose　coming　brought　to　the　remembrance　of　the
  imaginative　the　old　nursery　rhyme：
  〃Hark！　　Hark！　　The　dogs　do　bark；　The　beggars　are　come　to　town。〃
  It　has；　indeed；　a　knell…like　ring。　　Do　philosophies　tend　also　to　cast
  those　who　adopt　them　into　a　mould？　　These　were　of　the　self…same　breed；
  indubitably　the　followers　of　Antonelli。　　The　men　wore　their　hair　long；
  affected；　like　their　leader；　soft　felt　hats　and　loose　black　ties　that
  fell　over　the　lapels　of　their　coats。　　Loose　morals　and　loose　ties！　　The
  projection　of　these　against　a　Puritan　background　ties　symbolical　of
  everything　the　Anglo…Saxon　shudders　at　and　abhors；　of　anarchy　and　mob
  rule；　of　bohemia　and　vagabondia；　of　sedition　and　murder；　of　Latin
  revolutions　and　reigns　of　terror；　of　sex　irregularitynot　of　the
  clandestine　sort　to　be　found　in　decent　communitiesbut　of　free　love　that
  flaunts　itself　in　the　face　of　an　outraged　public。　　For　there　were　women
  in　the　band。　　All　this；　and　more；　the　invaders　suggestedatheism；
  unfamiliarity　with　soap　and　water；　and；　more　vaguely；　an　exotic　poetry
  and　art　that　to　the　virile　of　American　descent　is　saturated　with
  something　indefinable　yet　abhorrent。　　Such　things　are　felt。　　Few　of　the
  older　citizens　of　Hampton　were　able　to　explain　why　something　rose　in
  their　gorges；　why　they　experienced　a　new　and　clammy　quality　of　fear　and
  repulsion　when；　on　the　day　following　Antonelli's　advent；　these　strangers
  arrived　from　nowhere　to　install　themselveswith　no　baggage　to　speak　of
  in　Hampton's　more　modest　but　hitherto　respectable　hostelries。　　And　no
  sooner　had　the　city　been　rudely　awakened　to　the　perilous　presence；　in
  overwhelming　numbers；　of　ignorant　and　inflammable　foreigners　than　these
  turned　up　and　presumed　to　lead　the　revolt；　to　make　capital　out　of　it；　to
  interpret　it　in　terms　of　an　exotic　and　degenerate　creed。　　Hampton　would
  take　care　of　itselfor　else　the　sovereign　state　within　whose　borders　it
  was　would　take　care　of　it。　　And　his　Honour　the　Mayor；　who　had　proclamed
  his　faith　in　the　reasonableness　of　the　strikers；　who　had　scorned　the
  suggestions　of　indignant　inhabitants　that　the　Governor　be　asked　for
  soldiers；　twenty…four　hours　too　late　arranged　for　the　assembly　of　three
  companies　of　local　militia　in　the　armory；　and　swore　in　a　hundred　extra
  police。
  The　hideous　stillness　of　Fillmore　Street　was　driving　Janet　mad。　　What　she
  burned　to　do　was　to　go　to　Boston　and　take　a　train　for　somewhere　in　the
  West；　to　lose　herself；　never　to　see　Hampton　again。　　Butthere　was　her
  mother。　　She　could　not　leave　Hannah　in　these　empty　rooms；　alone；　and
  Edward　was　to　remain　at　the　mill；　to　eat　and　sleep　there；　until　the
  danger　of　the　strike　had　passed。　　A　messenger　had　come　to　fetch　his
  clothes。　　After　leaving　Ditmar　in　the　office　of　the　mill；　Janet　crept　up
  the　dark　stairs　to　the　flat　and　halted　in　the　hallway。　　Through　the　open
  doorway　of　the　dining…room　she　saw　Hannah　seated　on　the　horsehair　sofa
  for　the　first　time　within　memory　idle　at　this　hour　of　the　day。　　Nothing
  else　could　have　brought　home　to　her　like　this　the　sheer　tragedy　of　their
  plight。　　Until　then　Janet　had　been　sustained　by　anger　and　excitement；　by
  physical　action。　　She　thought　Hannah　was　staring　at　her；　after　a　moment
  it　seemed　that　the　widened　pupils　were　fixed　in　fascination　on　something
  beyond；　on　the　Thing　that　had　come　to　dwell　here　with　them　forever。
  Janet　entered　the　room。　　She　sat　down　on　the　sofa　and　took　her　mother's
  hand　in　hers。　　And　Hannah　submitted　passively。　　Janet　could　not　speak。　　A
  minute　might　have　passed；　and　the　silence；　which　neither　had　broken；
  acquired　an　intensity　that　to　Janet　became　unbearable。　　Never　had　the
  room　been　so　still！　　Her　glance；　raised　instinctively　to　the　face　of　the
  picture…clock；　saw　the　hands　pointing　to　ten。　　Every　Monday　morning；　as
  far　back　as　she　could　recall；　her　father　had　wound　it　before　going　to
  workand　to…day　he　had　forgotten。　　Getting　up；　she　opened　the　glass
  door；　and　stood　trying　to　estimate　the　hour：　it　must　be；　she　thought；
  about　six。　　She　set　the　hands；　took　the　key　from　the　nail　above　the
  shelf；　wound　up　the　weight；　and　started　the　pendulum。　　And　the　sound　of
  familiar　ticking　was　a　relief；　releasing　at　last　her　inhibited　powers　of
  speech。
  〃Mother；〃　she　said；　〃I'll　get　some　supper　for　you。〃
  On　Hannah；　these　simple　words　had　a　seemingly　magical　effect。　　Habit
  reasserted　itself。　　She　started；　and　rose　almost　briskly。
  〃No　you　won't；〃　she　said；　〃I'll　get　it。　　I'd　ought　to　have　thought　of　it
  before。　　You　must　be　tired　and　hungry。〃
  Her　voice　was　odd　and　thin。　　Janet　hesitated　a　moment；　and　ceded。
  〃Well；　I'll　set　the　dishes　on　the　table；　anyway。〃
  Janet　had　sought　refuge；　wistfully；　in　the　commonplace。　　And　when　the
  meal　was　ready　she　strove　to　eat；　though　food　had　become　repulsive。
  〃You　must　take　something；　mother；〃　she　said。
  〃I　don't　feel　as　if　I　ever　wanted　to　eat　anything　again；〃　she　replied。
  〃I　know；〃　said　Janet；　〃but　you've　got　to。〃　　And　she　put　some　of　the　cold
  meat；　left　over　from　Sunday's　dinner；　on　Hannah's　plate。　　Hannah　took　up
  a　fork；　and　laid　it　down　again。　　Suddenly　she　said：
  〃You　saw　Lise？〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　Janet。
  〃Where　is　she？〃
  〃In　a　housein　Boston。〃
  〃One　ofthose　houses？〃
  〃II　don't　know；〃　said　Janet。　　〃I　think　so。〃
  〃You　went　there？〃
  〃Mr。　Tiernan　went　with　me。〃
  〃She　wouldn't　come　home？〃
  〃Notnot　just　now；　mother。〃
  〃You　left　her　there；　in　that　place？　　You　didn't　make　her　come　home？〃
  The　sudden　vehemence　of　this　question；　the　shrill　note　of　reproach　in
  Hannah's　voice　that　revealed；　even　more　than　the　terrible　inertia　from
  which　she　had　emerged；　the　extent　of　her　suffering；　for　the　instant　left
  Janet　utterly　dismayed。　　〃Oh　mother！〃　she　exclaimed。　　〃I　triedII
  couldn't。〃
  Hannah　pushed　back　her　chair。
  〃I'll　go　to　her；　I'll　make　her　come。　　She's　disgraced　us；　but　I'll　make
  her。　　Where　is　she？　　Where　is　the　house？〃
  Janet；　terrified；　seized　her　mother's　arm。　　Then　she　said：
  〃Lise　isn't　there　any　moreshe's　gone　away。〃
  〃Away　　and　you　let　her　go　away？　　You　let　your　sister　go　away　and　be　aa
  woman　of　the　town？　　You　never　loved　heryou　never　had　any　pity　for　her。〃
  Tears　sprang　into　Janet's　eyestears　of　pity　mingled　with　anger。　　The
  situation　had　grown　intolerable！　　Yet　how　could　she　tell　Hannah　where
  Lise　was！
  〃You　haven't　any　right　to　say　that；　mother！〃　she　cried。　　〃I　did　my　best。
  She　wouldn't　come。　　II　can't　tell　you　where　she's　gone；　but　she
  promised　to　write；　to　send　me　her　address。〃
  〃Lise〃　Hannah's　cry　seemed　like　the　uncomprehending　whimper　of　a　stricken
  child；　and　then　a　hidden　cadence　made　itself　felt；　a　cadence　revealing　to
  Janet　with　an　eloquence　never　before　achieved　the　mystery　of　mother　love；
  and　by　some　magic　of　tone　was　evoked　a　new　image　of　Liseof　Lise　as　she
  must　be　to　Hannah。　　No　waywardness；　no　degradation　or　disgrace　could
  efface　it。　　The　infant　whom　Hannah　had　clutched　to　her　breast；　the　woman；
  her　sister；　whom　Janet　had　seen　that　day　were　oneimmutably　one。　　This；
  then；　was　what　it　meant　to　be　a　mother！　　All　the　years　of　deadening