She saw only his eyes, his proud, brave, burning eyes.
"Comrades! We have decided to declare openly who we are; we raise our banner to-day, the banner of reason, of truth, of liberty! And now I raise it!" A flag pole, white and slender, flashed in the air, bent down, cleaving the crowd.

For a moment it was lost from sight; then over the uplifted faces the broad canvas of the working people's flag spread its wings like a red bird.
Pavel raised his hand--the pole swung, and a dozen hands caught the smooth white rod.

Among them was the mother's hand.
"Long live the working people!" he shouted.

Hundreds of voices responded to his sonorous call.

"Long live the Social Democratic Workingmen's Party, our party, comrades, our spiritual mother." The crowd seethed and hummed.