CHAPTER XVII
"GAMING" ON THE SABBATH
I moved myself and family to the little single-tax colony
at Arden, Delaware, and spent a winter living in tents. The
newspapers of Philadelphia and Wilmington used Arden as
the newspapers of New York had used Helicon Hall—for
purposes of comic relief. For the most part it was not
especially harmful publicity; it had to do with pageants and
mediaeval costumes and tennis tournaments and singing festivals.
But always there was ridicule, even though mild;
and this was not a just light in which to place a group of
people who had a serious and useful message to convey. I
noticed that in their Arden stories the newspapers carefully
refrained from giving any hint of what the single tax meant,
or of why single taxers went to live in a colony. What
got publicity was the fact that one of the Arden boys built
himself a screened sleeping-place up in the branches of a
big tree. "Arden Residents Roost in Tree-Tops"! ran the
headlines. I wasn't roosting in tree-tops myself, but the newspapers
wanted pictures for this full-page story, and my picture
happened to be on hand, so in it went.
I was writing a book, and trying to keep well, and doing my honest best to keep out of the "limelight"; but the fates were in a mood of special waggery, it appeared, and came and dragged me out of my hiding-place.
Close upon the edge of Arden there dwelt an Anarchist philosopher, a shoemaker hermit, whose greatest pleasure in life was to rise in public meetings and in the presence of young girls explain his ideas on the physiology of sex. The little Economic Club of Arden invited him to shut up, and when he claimed the privileges of "free speech," the club excluded him from its meetings, and when he persisted in coming, had him arrested. It happened that the members of this Economic Club were also members of the base-ball team, and they played a game on Sunday morning; so the Anarchist shoemaker repaired to Wilmington and swore out warrants, on the ground of their having violated an ancient
