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Updated: June 18, 2025
I could not make baskets without Billy's labor Billy could not make baskets without my planning and directing. And yet, sir, you and McIver would set us to fighting each other. You would have Billy deny his dependence upon me and use his strength to destroy me, thus depriving himself of the help he must have if he would live.
"John says everybody is expecting it. And Mr. McIver is so sure that he is already preparing for it at his factory. He says it will be the worst industrial war that Millsburgh has ever experienced that it must be a fight to the finish this time that nothing but starvation will bring the working classes to their senses." "Yes," agreed the Interpreter, thoughtfully, "McIver would say just that.
Whenever there is a shipwreck the papers are always full of the heroism of the men who cry 'women and children first! Why can't some one think of the women and children in these strikes? They are just as innocent as the women and children of Belgium. Why don't you talk on the streets and hold mass meetings and drive Jake Vodell and that beast McIver out of the country?"
It was a relief to help Mary as he could in her work among the sufferers. But even this activity of mercy was turned against him by both McIver and Vodell. The factory man blamed him for prolonging the strike and thus working injury to the general business interests of Millsburgh.
Owing to the lowness of the ceiling in the drawing-room, the ostrich feather in the head-dress of Miss McIver, a belle of New York, took fire from the chandelier, to the no small alarm of the company.
The undertaker laughed. "I remember one time," said the philosopher, "McIver and a bunch was goin' fishin' up the river. They stopped here early in the morning and while they was gettin' their smokes the judge who's always handin' out some sort of poetry stuff, you know he says: 'Well, Jim, we're goin' to have a fine day anyway.
The storm broke at McIver's factory. It was as Jake Vodell had told the Interpreter it would be "easy to find a grievance." McIver declared that before he would yield to the demands of his workmen, his factory should stand idle until the buildings rotted to the ground. The agitator answered that before his men would yield they would make Millsburgh as a city of the dead.
Suddenly a flash of light stabbed the darkness. A shot rang out. And another. Helen saw the man she was watching fall. With a cry, she started from her seat; and before McIver, who had involuntarily stopped the car, could check her, she had leaped from her place beside him and was running toward the fallen man. With a shout "Helen!" McIver followed.
They realized now that this man, who had in their old-house days won the first woman love of his girl playmate, had held that love against all the outward changes that had taken her from him. John and his mother knew, now, why Helen had never said "Yes" to Jim McIver. Peter Martin and Mary knew why, in Captain Charlie's heart, there had seemed to be no place for any woman save his sister.
In short, the presence of McIver always banished effectually the Helen of the old house: with him the daughter of Adam Ward was herself. And Helen was tempted by this feeling of relief to speak the decisive word that would finally put an end to her indecision and bring at least the peace of certainty to her troubled mind.
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