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If I had my way I'd hold them to their jobs at the muzzle of a machine gun. McIver has the right idea. He is getting himself in shape right now for the biggest fight with labor that he has ever had. Everybody knows that agitator Jake Vodell is here to make trouble. The laboring classes have had a long spell of good times now and they're ripe for anything.
He read law under General Blakeney, at Cheraw, S.C., and practiced in partnership a short while with Alexander McIver, Esq., the Solicitor of the Eastern Circuit, and father of Chief Justice Henry McIver, of South Carolina.
He is already getting a start with McIver's men. You have some radicals right here on your pay roll, but if you stick with McIver and follow his lead you will come through easily and put these unions where they belong. That's all, I guess," he finished, wearily. "Call in your superintendent." "Just a moment, father," said John Ward, steadily.
Her talks with the Interpreter, the slow forming of the lines of the approaching industrial struggle, with the sharpening of the contrast between McIver and John, her acquaintance with Bobby and Maggie, even all tended to drive her on in her search for the answer to her problem. And so she had been carried to the Martin cottage to her talk with John at the old house to the Mill to this.
Past the big Mill and the Flats, through the silent business district and up the hill they glided swiftly steadily. And no word passed between them. They were nearing the gate to the Ward estate when Helen suddenly grasped her companion's arm with a low exclamation. At the same moment McIver instinctively checked the speed of his car.
As she knelt beside the form on the ground McIver put his hand on her shoulder. "Helen," he said, sharply, as if to bring her to her senses, "you must not here, let me " Without moving from her position she turned her face up to him. "Don't you understand, Jim? It is Captain Charlie." Two watchmen on the Ward estate, who had heard the shots, came running up.
"But you do not see how an old, poverty-stricken and crippled maker of baskets can be of any use to you." McIver spoke as one measuring his words. "They tell me you help people who are in trouble." "Are you then in trouble?" asked the Interpreter, kindly. The other did not answer, and the man in the wheel chair continued, still kindly, "What trouble can the great and powerful McIver have?
Captain Charlie retorted, sharply, "The men who fought in the war fought for this nation for every citizen in it. We fought for McIver just as we fought for Sam Whaley. Our loyalty in this industrial question is exactly the same. We will save the industries of this country for every citizen alike because our national life is at stake.
McIver, with some work of special importance waiting his attention, telephoned that he would not be home for dinner. He would finish what he had to do and would dine at the club later in the evening. The big factory inside the high, board fence was silent. The night came on. Save for the armed men who guarded the place, the owner was alone.
I knew that you were worried about father, of course, as we all are, but aside from that you seemed to be so occupied with your various interests and with McIver " He paused, then finished, abruptly, "Look here, Helen, what about you and McIver anyway; have you given him his answer yet?" "Has that anything to do with it?" she answered, doubtfully.
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