Here is my hand, I will be your comrade in this struggle against the power of gold.' "The Italian shook his head, but accepted the extended hand.

'No,' he said, 'I want to act alone.

There is a force which, if properly directed, is not weaker than gold.

That force is poverty and her companion, labor.

I shall call them out and lead them into battle.
Proud Israel! Beware! I shall put against you the _Artel_ (union) and Labor.' "'And I,' said the scholar, with animation, 'all that is lofty and noble,--science, idealism, faith--I shall lead these against this materialism.' "His comrade laughed: "'Your ideals will crumble as clay striking against metal.