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You could practically put all competitors out of business. McIver has approached me several times on the proposition but I have been holding off, hoping that Helen would accept him, so that their marriage would tie the thing up that much tighter. You and McIver, with the family relation established by Helen, would make a great team."
"Jake Vodell and McIver are both hoping that some one will do just that, Mary," returned Captain Charlie. "They would like nothing better than for some one to start a riot. You see, dear, an open clash would result in bloodshed the troops would be called in by McIver, which is exactly what he wants.
"Sam Whaley has had exactly the same opportunity for happiness that Peter Martin has had," answered the Interpreter. "Opportunity, yes," snarled the other. "Opportunity to cringe and whine and beg his master for a chance to live like a dog in a kennel, while he slaves to make his owners rich. Do you know what this man McIver says? I will tell you, Mr.
The supreme, incredible, pitiful tragedy of it all was this: That these workmen committed themselves to the plans of Jake Vodell in the name of their country's workmen. Helen Ward knew that she could not put off much longer giving McIver a definite answer.
"Natural born fighter, sir," offered the politician tentatively. "Game sport, McIver is," agreed the undertaker, taking the place at the show case vacated by the departing bank clerk. The philosopher, handing out the newcomer's favorite smoke, echoed his customer's admiration. "You bet he's a game sport." He punched the cash register with vigor. "Don't give a hang what it costs the other fellow."
Men were the pieces with which he played his game they were of varied values, certainly, as are the pieces on a chess table, but they were pieces on the chess table and nothing more. All of which does not mean that Jim McIver was cruel or unkind. Indeed, he was genuinely and generously interested in many worthy charities, and many a man had appealed to him, and not in vain, for help.
With characteristic eloquence the agitator pictured Captain Charlie as a martyr to the unprincipled schemes of the employer class. "McIver and his crew are charging the strikers with this crime in order to set our union brothers against us," he shouted. "They think that by setting up a division among us they can win.
I phoned the club and when I learned that you were not there I came straight on. I I had to see you to-night, Jim. And I was afraid if I phoned you here at the office you wouldn't let me come." McIver evidently saw from her manner that there was still something in the amazing situation that they had not yet touched upon. Coming back to his desk, he said, "I don't think I understand, Helen.
There are yet enough sane and loyal American citizens in Millsburgh to extinguish the fire that you and Jake Vodell have started." When Jake Vodell came to the Interpreter's hut shortly after McIver had left, he was clearly in a state of nervous excitement. "Well," he said, shortly, "I am here what do you want why did you send for me?"
"The idea of sending you, Adam Ward's daughter, of all people, alone into that nest of murdering anarchists." "But the Interpreter didn't send me, Jim," she protested. "He did not even know that I was going. No one knew." "I understand all that," said McIver. "The Interpreter didn't send you oh, no he simply made you think that you ought to go.
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