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Updated: June 18, 2025
Members of the Mill workers' union were openly branded as cowards and traitors to their class. The suffering among the women and children became acute. But Jake Vodell was a master who demanded of his disciples most heroic loyalty, without a thought of the cost to them. McIver put an armed guard about his factory and boasted that he could live without work.
McIver tried to insist that Helen go with him in his roadster to the house for help and a larger car, but she refused. When he returned with John, the chauffeur and one of the big Ward machines, after telephoning the police and the doctor, Helen was kneeling over the wounded man just as he had left her.
Would his sister finally accept McIver? For a long time the factory owner had been pressing his suit. Would she marry him at last? A combination of the Ward Mill and the McIver factory would be a mighty power in the manufacturing world. He dismissed the thought. He wished that Helen were more like Mary.
Instead of the imperialist McIver we are to have the imperialist Vodell, are we? Between the two of you I prefer McIver. He is at least sane enough to be constructive in his imperialism. My father and I have lived here all our lives, as most of our neighbors have. The majority of the workmen in this community own their homes just as we do. We are a part of the life of this city.
The agitator's voice was triumphant, as he said, "Certainly there will be leaders. And their authority will be unquestioned. And these leaders will be those who have led the people out of the miserable bondage of their present condition." The Interpreter's voice had a new note in it now, as he said, "In other words, sir, what you propose is simply to substitute yourself for McIver.
The first step in my campaign here will be to call out the employees of McIver's factory on a strike. I start with McIver's workmen because his well-known position against the laboring class will make it easy for me to win the sympathy of the public for the strikers." "But," said the Interpreter, "the factory union is working under an agreement with McIver."
Adam Ward was like a child, abashed in her presence. She looked at McIver appealingly. "Father is excited and nervous, Jim. He is not at all well, you know." McIver spoke with gentle authority, "If you will permit me, I will go with him to his room for a little quiet talk. And then, perhaps, he can sleep. What do you say, Mr. Ward?" "Yes yes," agreed Adam, hurriedly.
Helen looked her gratitude and McIver led the Mill owner away. When they were in Adam's own apartment and the door was shut McIver's manner changed with startling abruptness. With all the masterful power of his strong-willed nature he faced his trembling host, and his heavy voice was charged with the force of his dominating personality. "Listen to me, Adam Ward. You must stop this crazy nonsense.
At the club that evening, Jim McIver sat with a group of men discussing the industrial situation. "They're fixing for a fight all right," said one. "What do you think, Jim?" The factory owner answered, "They can have a fight any time they want it.
Helen was downtown that afternoon on an unimportant shopping errand. She had left the store after making her purchases and was about to enter her automobile, when McIver, who chanced to be passing, stopped to greet her. There was no doubting the genuineness of the man's pleasure in the incident, nor was Helen herself at all displeased at this break in what had been, so far, a rather dull day.
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