“I see,” said Moisse, withdrawing his hand with an involuntary shudder. He was about to say something but he turned, again involuntarily, and hurried away, breaking into a run when he found himself in the rain.
The little old man’s face drooped.
He walked slowly staring after him.
He stood bareheaded while the rain bombarded his drenched figure and he looked at the young dramatist running.
While he stood gazing after him his face screwed up was suffused with a strange tenderness and the tears dripped out of his eyes.
Editorials and Announcement
Emma Goldman at the Fine Arts Theatre
Beginning Sunday night, November 21, Emma Goldman is to deliver nine new lectures in the most interesting playhouse in town—the Fine Arts Theatre, Chicago home of the Irish Players and Miss Horniman’s company and Miss Barnsdall’s Players’ Producing company, etc. The complete list of lectures will be found on page 44.
The first, on “Preparedness”—well, if you heard the Powys-Browne debate last Sunday night and agree with Margery Currey that Mr. Browne struck the roots of the issue, then I beg you to hear Emma Goldman. Mr. Browne said something about the real issue being whether people would rather kill or be killed. I could scarcely believe my ears.... If you once listen to Emma Goldman talking of fundamentals you can never fall for sentimentalizations again.