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italist. He indulged his fancy by pur-
chasing a pyrotechnical supply that in-
cluded everything from pin wheels to
rockets. He had fire ballons, Roman
candles, and fiery serpents galore.
Besides, he had a nervous mother, who
could not bear to have these inflammable
articles in the house. On the third of
July, when he brought them home, she
insisted that he should take them away,
out of doors, somewhere where they
would not endanger life and property.
He went out of doors with his arms
full of them. If he left them upon the
ground the dew at nightfall would ruin
them. He had no boy friends to take |
into his confidence and to help him out
of his dilemma. Since the strike began
the boys had avoided him. While their
elders waged war against the capitalist
they were at enmity with his son. They