apital--more money."

"Ja," Herman assented. "That is what war is. Always the same. I came
here to get away from war."

"Well, you didn't get far enough. You left a king behind, but we've got
a Czar here."

Herman was slowly, methodically, following an earlier train of thought.

"I am a workman," he said. "I would not fight against other workmen.
Just as I, a German, will not fight against other Germans."

"But you would sit here, on the hill, and do nothing."

"What can I do? One man, and with no job."

"Come to the meeting to-night."

"You and your meetings!" the old German said impatiently. "You talk.
That's all."

Rudolph lowered his voice.

"You think we only talk, eh? Well, you come and hear some things. Talk!
You come," he coaxed, changing his tone. "And we'll have some beer and
schnitzel at Gus's after. My treat. How about it?"

Old Herman assented. He was tired of the house, tired of the frozen
garden, tired of scolding the slovenly girl who pottered around all day
in a boudoir cap and slovenly wrapper. Tired of Anna's rebellious face
and pert answers.

He went inside the house and put a sweater under his coat, and got his
cap.

"I go out," he said, to the impassive figure under the lamp. "You will
stay in."

"Oh, I don't know. I may take a walk."

"You will stay in," he repeated, and followed Rudolph outside. There he
reached in, secured the key, and locked the door on the outside. Anna,
listening and white with anger, heard his ponderous steps going around
to the back door, and the click as he locked that one also.

"Beast!" she muttered. "German schwein."

It was after midnight when she heard him coming back. She prepared to
leap out of her bed when he came up-stairs, to confront him angrily and
tell him she was through. She was leaving home. But long after she had
miserably cried herself to sleep, Herman sat below, his long-stemmed
pipe in his teeth, his stockinged feet spread to the dying fire.

In that small guarded hail that night he had learned many surprising
things, there and at Gus's afterward. The Fatherland's war was already
being fought in America, and not only by Germans. The workers of the
world had banded themselves together, according to the night's speakers.
And because they were workers they would not fight the German workers.
It was all perfectly simple. With the cooperation of the workers of the
world, which recognized no country but a vast brotherhood of labor, it