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usky group, with bare woolly head and working, apelike face uplifted to the sky, took on a new grandeur. But only for a moment did she think of Pete, so marvelously changed. The hymn was ending--they were a long way past the dear line, _Safe on his gentle breast_. Now they were moving, the little "crowd of mo'ners over yonder,"--all black it looked, house-servants mostly,--and quickly, with a breathless fear of being too late, she rushed forward and thrust her head between the singer and a sobbing petticoated figure beside him. Then she drew back smiling, smiling divinely. The grief-stricken eyes at the other side of the little grave--a grave heaped with Radical roses, sweet with one Democrat myrtle cross--had seen it, _the white face_. "You go fust, honey, jus' behin' him," Pete whispered, as, trudging valiantly along with the rest, Hope Carolina passed out of the cemetery gate. It was the quaint custom at funerals in Fairville, especially funerals with negroes, to follow mourners in line from the grave as well as to it. What had been begun through a lack of sidewalks had been continued as a ceremony of passionate respect. Pete bent soft, wet, grateful eyes upon her, pushing her close behind the one carriage as he spoke--eyes as dear and tender as any old nigger eyes Hope Carolina had ever looked into. All at once she understood: Pete, bad Pete, loved the Radical judge. She nodded comprehendingly, including all the other black faces--which seemed to look toward her, too, with a doglike gratitude--in her flashing smile. "Of course!" * * * * * So it came to pass that Fairville's terrible prophecy was falsified. In his darkest hour the Radical Judge was not forsaken of all his race; still unconscious of fatigue and hurt in the cruel clay road, the little white Democrat, who had toiled this hard way before, led and redeemed the funeral procession of his child. POVERTY AND DISCONTENT IN RUSSIA BY GEORGE KENNAN In an address delivered in New York City on the 14th of January, 1908, Paul Milyukov, historian, statesman, and leader of the Constitutional Democratic party in the third Russian Duma, after reviewing dispassionately, from a liberal point of view, the unsuccessful attempt at revolution in the great empire of the north, summed up, in the following words, his conclusions with regard to the present Russian situation: "The social composition of th
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