ter of t troubled ity of turned t s over and saure. Already rouble er  to   middle age. ter o attend Lancy.

    Doctor Copeland  to t notes on all of ients. ook out tations until e ries on ten een years old—past puberty.

    Unsuccessful attempt self-emasculation. Oversexed and  boisterously during ts, ttle pain. Voluble—very glad to see Lucy Davis—motelligent talk through paranoiac.

    Environment fair ion and cact. Fee: $ (?)’

    It is a difficult decision to make to Portia.

    quot;But I suppose I he award on Lancy Davis.’

    If you done decide, tell me about some of ts.’

    ts to be distributed at ty chen.

    tmas card. Anyone ed to ty, but t to attend opped by tten (or o e) t book kept on table in t purpose. t forty of ts s or raisins and ot too o lift tcor Copeland stood in trils quivered h pride.

    t ainly have been kindly.’

    ts a  of w is needed.’

    ?No as pleased as you can be. But you dont  to s.

    You got to find someto grumble about.  four pecks of peas, ty sacks of meaL about fifteen pounds of side meat, mullet, six dozen eggs, plenty grits, jars of tomatoes and peacs. And ttresses and four blankets. I call thing!’

    A drop in t.’

    Portia pointed to a large box in t you intend to do hem?’

    tained not junk—a y lace, a rabbitskin. Doctor Copeland scrutinized eacicle. Do not thing.

    ts from our guests o contribute. I er.quot;these here boxes and sacks so I

    can commence to tie t going to be room cime ts.

    I just going to put ts out on teps and in the yard.’

    t and cold.

    In tc odors. A disove and iced cakes filled a she cupboard.

    And none of te people. All from colored.’

    No, said Doctor Copeland. t is not wrue. Mr.

    Singer contributed a co be used for coal. And I ed o be present today. ia said. t t it o ask  like othe Caucasian race.’

    You rigia said. But I keep t my illie. I sure do oday. And I sure do ter from  just prey on my mind.

    But  to quit talking and get ready. It migime for ty to come.’

    time enougor Copeland o re  expectation and restlessness  let rate. t ten oclock t guests arrived and hey were all assembled.

    Joyful Cmas to you! said Jos, tman.  te silk handkerchief.

    Many urns of t of ts  t porcurmoil  to eacrangers roduced and clasped ted togetocmas gift!’

    Doctor Copeland stood in ter of t room by tree. ations s, some tied elaborately h

    ribbons and ot into o put t  urned to o lay aside ts in tled acles and began to look around him.

    Merry Cmas! Merry Cmas! t, in a long-tailed coat, conversing ruck. t , moved sociably to young o gaudy he room was warm andnoisy.

    Mr. Singer stood in tared at him.

    Doctor Copeland could not remember if . te stood by  a picture of Spinoza. A Jeo see him.

    ts ble ted.

    ts  in ro guests. time o speak—and ig. ted. At a sign from Jos all sounds were hushed.

    My People, began Doctor Copeland blankly. to him.

    teent o celebrate Cmas Day.   it ime. Our people oold tory of imes today our story  one.

    One y years ago anotry t is knory far across tlantic Ocean. tood as did Jesus. But s  concerned ure of t masses of il they die.

    For people on and  t dye vats of tories. his man was Karl Marx.

    Karl Marx ood t to to make  divide to Negroes or  seemed t being one of tant to a man the color of his skin.

    to make all o divide t  ts Karl Marx left to us: quot;From eaco y, to eaco ;‘

    A imidly from the Bible?’

    Doctor Copeland explained. ed dates. Are tions? I o start or enter into any discussion.’

    I presume Mr. Marx was a Cian che preacher.

    *

    ere e man?’

    Yes. But  te man. ;I consider noto myself.quot;  of o all people.’

    Doctor Copeland paused a moment longer. ting.

    quot; is ty, of any

    mercore? t is t took to make or to raise ticle.  more to tar and t dorees to make terials to to be built. trucks t carried terials to t ts more t takes more o make. So  to make it. But ? Not t trol tudy t t trol all ticle his clear so far?’

    Us understand!’

    But did tarted all over and retold w he had said.

    time tions.

    But dont clay for t money? And dont it take money to rent land and raise crops on?’

    t is a good point, said Doctor Copeland. Land, clay, timber—tural resources. Man does not make tural resources—man only develops t and rain for crops? ;t; about to let ot tural resources so everyone, not divided into little pieces but used by all to ty to  is like t o he sons

    r  up to four parts and eacake oget is tural resources s by one group of ric by all the world as a whole.

    quot;e in te properties. Per aside—but  does not contribute directly to  in to our jobs and  any price, at any time, for any purpose. e are forced to sell our bodies so t  and live. And t o labor longer for ts of otoday  put up on tforms and sold at t o sell our strengtime, our souls during almost every  o anot free men?quot;A deep voice called out from t yard. quot;t truth!’

    t hings is!’

    ?And  alone in t t remember. te te race, and te us. tohe mills.

    People w as much in need as we are ourselves.

    tred is a great evil, and no good can ever come from it.

    e must remember truto eacice of need must bring us all toget separate us. e must remember t h of value because of our labor.

    trut keep in our s

    al forget.

    But my people! e in t is for ourselves alone. itrong, true purpose, and if . Let us see, t is ture of this special mission.’

    Doctor Copeland loosened t, for in  t oo muc ts. ted. tood  attention as did to ful baby h a pacifier. Mr.

    Singer stood attentively in t of t on tigcruth.

    today o confer tudent  essay on topic, quot;My Ambition: ter tion of ty.quot; to Lancy Davis. Doctor Copeland took an envelope from  quot;to tell you t t s— but trust and fait goes .’

    Lancy rose ao . rembled. ed to read tten?’

    No, said Doctor Copeland. But I alk ime this week.’

    Yes, sir. t again.

    quot;I do not !quot; t is t? Only one in a to be a servant. e do not  serve!’

    ter in the room was uneasy.

    Listen! One out of five of us labors to build roads, or to take

    care of tation of ty, or  of to get any  all. But t of test number of our people? Many of us cook for tent to prepare t t.

    Many ime tending floo drive t are of no real use to anybody. e labor and all of our labor is ed. Is t service? No, t is slavery.

    e labor, but our labor is ed. e are not alloo serve. You students  tunate fe of our people are not alloo go to sc all. For eace ty of study and wisdom.

    quot;From eaco y, to eaco ; All of us  it is to suffer for real need.

    t is a great injustice. But tice bitterer even t—to be denied t to o ones ability. to labor a lifetime uselessly. to be denied to serve. It is far better for ts of our purse to be taken from us to be robbed of the riches of our minds and souls.

    Some of you young people o be teac most of you o keep alive. You  back and defeated. t picks cotton. ter is unable to learn to read. teac some ironing board. e atives in government. e e. In all of t country  oppressed of all people. e cannot lift up our voices. Our tongues rot in our mouts groy and lose strength for our purpose.

    People of t precious of all

    gifts. And our offerings are empt. Our gifts are trampled in t to labor more useless ts. Negroes! e must arise and be w be free!’

    In teria mounted. Doctor Copeland cs.  as to t. t a dynamo, and ed to s so t  too fall upon t in a giant voice. ts.

    Save us!’

    Migh！

    hallelujah! Save us, Lord!’

    ruggled for trol in ruggled and at last turned.  in  for trong, true voice.

    Attention!  not by prayers of mourning. Not by indolence or strong drink. Not by t by submission and  by pride. By dignity. By becoming rong. e must build strengtrue purpose.’

    opped abruptly and raig time rate in our small  commandment from Karl Marx. Every one of you at t in advance some gift. Many of you  t to  ability,  t to t urn. It is natural for us to s it is more blessed to give to receive.

    ts: quot;From eaco y, to eaco ; ‘

    Doctor Copeland  a long time as te. to rengty tion. Our pride must be strong, for we

    kno teac sacrifice so t ty of study and ime ime . time ed.

    And our mission is to a time rength.’

    It amped upon ter ground outside. t, strong coffee floated from tcs took cs, calling out tten on tia ladled tove while Marshall Nicolls passed slices of cake.

    Doctor Copeland moved about among ts, a little crowd always surrounding him.

    Someone nagged at ions; o everyto teac and explain to o and. t  of all. to speak truttended.

    Us certainly ime at ty.’

    ood in tibule saying good-bye. Over and over  tired.

    I certainly do appreciate.’

    Mr. Singer  to leave. ruly good man. e man of intellect and true knoo remain. ed and seemed to expect some final word.

    Doctor Copeland o  because eac is our greatest need. Leaders. Someone to unite and guide us.’

    After tivity tia was waschen.

    tmas tree racked over ts were broken.

    ired, but t let

    Beginning  to o put top of te on Lancy Davis. t o o form in less because  speak t and  t it from s. op drao replace tters nervously. t Mady.

    In t case ory.

    o t. On t lung t place like a calcified star. And lo t duplicated itself in t lung fartor Copeland quickly replaced tes ten on ill in retc large and scra ed—duties resumed.  —lesion reopened—X-ray s read tes. At first  make out t t know.’

    t feeling came in  ttom of the case.

    A jumbled pile of letters. Notes from tion for t of Colored People. A yelloter from Daisy. A note from on asking for a dollar and a half.

    iffly.

    time ed. t hour gone.

    Portia peeled potatoes at tcable. She was slumped over and her face was dolorous.

    hold up your shoulders, he said angrily. And cease moping.

    You mope and drool around until I cannot bear to look on you.’

    I  t illie, ster is only t  no business to worry me like

    t t kind of a boy. And I got this queer feeling.’

    ience, Daughter.’

    I reckon I o.’

    t make, but I will be back sly.’

    O.K.’

    All will be well, he said.

    Most of , cool noonday sun. tients lay scattered in is. Potts disease. ed tomobile from tUsually reet to crank to  today ted turned it vigorously ion from  and o get beneathe wheel and on his way.

    oday ood? o fade and lose trengt unsaid o ted teered tomobile sloreet  turned less love.

    J. oer as cold as t formed on tened ter afternoons glo and se blue. A t of ice crusted treets, and it er Cmas t only ten miles to t fall of snow.

    A cen  out for t onapoulos  gone. tended for miles in every direction and covered toer. In many eyes t people o be idle, a certain

    restlessness could be felt. tbreak of nes in a mill claimed suddenly t a great  o deliver a ne of commandments from t up a tabernacle and  to roll on t too. A  believed t a foreman ed on okens and sabbed . A family of Negroes moved into t dismal streets, and tion t ten by  ts. Notrike t alked about never came off because t get toget nig and slept as muc tened ts so t t  into tomorrow.

    Singer tered odorous parts of toy and violence en t colored the windows.

    Meetings .

    Comfortable little  off in plots of bros also. o strangers. e columns and intricate fences of  iron.

    tomobiles  to t led from too general stores ove. en about t ed alleys

    be of to Singer did not kno from a ter nigiful. tars   o and stopped during ted o ranger, Singer presented  ood. o be knooo s. o take in everytill t is seen most often in to stop er all he was only walking and going nowhere.