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Updated: June 23, 2025
So the Jimmie Higginses worked out their campaign-slogan: "Starve the War and Feed America!" In the third month of the war, disturbing rumours began to run about Leesville. Old Abel Granitch had taken on a contract with the Belgian government, and the Empire Machine Shops were going to make shells.
Of course, they covered their greed with a camouflage of sympathy for the Allies; but did anybody believe that old man Granitch loved the Russian government? Certainly nobody in Leesville did; they knew that he was "getting his", and their hearts hardened with a grim resolve to "get theirs". At first they thought they were succeeding.
There was a scuffle, and then terrified moans, which died away. There began to steal into the Higgins's bedroom a most ghastly odour; they could not imagine what it was. And then they began to hear wild clamour from Lacey Granitch, as if he were suffering in hell.
It was four years now that Jimmie had been in the employ of old man Granitch, and in all that time he had done but one thing; standing in a vast room amid a confusion of whirling belts and wheels, a roar and screech and grumble and whirl that completely annulled one of the five senses.
The door of the house opened again, and Lacey Granitch came in, with a man on each side holding him by the arms and a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. Of all the dreadful spectacles that Jimmie had seen that dreadful night, the worst was the face of the young master of the Empire Machine Shops. It was green absolutely and literally green.
And so on, with a string of dynamic profanity, which stung both guards and policemen into action, and made them ply their clubs upon the crowd. "Do you know who that is?" asked Jimmie's companion on the box. "That's Lacey Granitch." Jimmie started, experiencing a thrill to the soles of his ragged shoes. Lacey Granitch!
Thousands of men pouring into the once commonplace little city men of a score of races and creeds, men old and young, white and black even a few yellow ones! It was a boom like San Francisco in '49; the money which the Paris bankers had paid to the Russian government, and which the Russian government had paid to old man Granitch, spread out in a golden flood over the city.
Coming down the aisle was Ashton Chalmers, president of the First National Bank of Leesville; and with him-could it be possible? old man Granitch, owner of the huge Empire Machine Shops where Jimmie worked! The little machinist found himself shaking with excitement as these two tall forms strode past him down the aisle.
"Has he got any of the old man Granitch's money?" shrilled "Wild Bill". "Or maybe he doesn't know that Granitch is spending money to get smart young lawyers to help keep his munition slaves at work?" Norwood, having thrown the fat into the fire, sat down for a while and let it blaze.
Would he take the bribe of old man Granitch, a working man's share of the hideous loot an increase of four cents an hour, with the prospect of another four when the works got started? Jimmie had to meet this issue, just when it happened that one of his babies was sick, and he was cudgelling his head to think how he could ever squeeze out of his scanty wage the money to pay the doctor!
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