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"
A
brother
socialist
?
"
the
reporter
asked
,
with
a
quick
glance
at
Brissenden
that
appraised
the
color
-
value
of
that
cadaverous
and
dying
man
.
"
And
he
wrote
that
report
,
"
Martin
said
softly
.
"
Why
,
he
is
only
a
boy
!
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
poke
him
?
"
Brissenden
asked
.
"
I
’
d
give
a
thousand
dollars
to
have
my
lungs
back
for
five
minutes
.
"
The
cub
reporter
was
a
trifle
perplexed
by
this
talking
over
him
and
around
him
and
at
him
.
But
he
had
been
commended
for
his
brilliant
description
of
the
socialist
meeting
and
had
further
been
detailed
to
get
a
personal
interview
with
Martin
Eden
,
the
leader
of
the
organized
menace
to
society
.
"
You
do
not
object
to
having
your
picture
taken
,
Mr
.
Eden
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
a
staff
photographer
outside
,
you
see
,
and
he
says
it
will
be
better
to
take
you
right
away
before
the
sun
gets
lower
.
Then
we
can
have
the
interview
afterward
.
"
"
A
photographer
,
"
Brissenden
said
meditatively
.
"
Poke
him
,
Martin
!
Poke
him
!
"
"
I
guess
I
’
m
getting
old
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
I
know
I
ought
,
but
I
really
haven
’
t
the
heart
.
It
doesn
’
t
seem
to
matter
.
"
"
For
his
mother
’
s
sake
,
"
Brissenden
urged
.
"
It
’
s
worth
considering
,
"
Martin
replied
;
"
but
it
doesn
’
t
seem
worth
while
enough
to
rouse
sufficient
energy
in
me
.
You
see
,
it
does
take
energy
to
give
a
fellow
a
poking
.
Besides
,
what
does
it
matter
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
—
that
’
s
the
way
to
take
it
,
"
the
cub
announced
airily
,
though
he
had
already
begun
to
glance
anxiously
at
the
door
.
