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"You were not ignorant of the helpless women and children who suffered in foreign lands," he returned. "Why should you not know of the mothers and babies in Millsburgh?" "But McIver says " she hesitated. The Interpreter caught up her words. "McIver says that by feeding the starving families of the strikers the strike is prolonged.
It is my experience that I can always work best through the unions." The Interpreter interrupted. "Oh, one of our Millsburgh unions sent for you then? I did not know." The agitator shrugged his shoulders impatiently. "No no I was not sent for. I was sent. I am here because it was reported that there was a good opportunity to advance the Cause. No union brings me.
The philosopher who keeps the cigar stand on the corner of Congress Street and Ward Avenue explained it very clearly when he answered an inquiring stranger, "You just can't think Millsburgh without thinkin' mills; an' you can't think mills without thinkin' the Mill."
And John's ideas are just about as practical." "But the mothers and children, Jim?" "The men can go back to work whenever they are ready," he retorted. "At your terms, you mean?" she asked. "My terms are the only terms that will ever open this plant again. The unions will never dictate my business policies, if every family in Millsburgh starves."
But if you don't appreciate what I have done for you, if you attempt to start any talk or anything I'll throw you and Charlie out of your jobs to-morrow. And I'll fix it, too, so you will never either of you get another day's work in Millsburgh. That process is my property. No one has any interest in the patents in any way.
While the older man was considering his son's presentation of the case, Captain Charlie added, with characteristic loyalty, "God may have made finer men than John Ward, but if He did they don't live around Millsburgh." "Well, then, son," said Peter Martin, with his slow smile, "what about it? Suppose they are thinking of each other as you say?" Captain Charlie did not answer for a long minute.
Indeed, to Helen, her brother's attitude toward his work, his views of life and his increasing neglect of what she called the obligations of their position in Millsburgh, were more and more puzzling. She had thought that with John's advancement to the general managership of the Mill his peculiar ideas would be modified.
He always said, "My house my grounds my flowers my trees my fountain my fence." He even extended his ownership and spoke of the very birds who dared to ignore the PRIVATE PROPERTY, No ADMITTANCE sign as my birds. So marked, indeed, was this characteristic habit of his speech, that no one in Millsburgh would have been surprised to hear him say, "My sun my moonlight."
James has also a large Sabbath school; but the number of pupils is not given. The second station is at the new settlement of Kentucky, on the right or north bank of the St. Paul's, about fifteen miles from Monrovia, and six miles below Millsburgh. The missionary is a Liberian, Mr. H.W. Erskine.
"You are right, of course, John," said Captain Charlie, "but how?" "You and I may not know how," retorted the other, "any more than we knew how the war was going to be won when we enlisted. But we do know our little parts right here in Millsburgh clear enough. As I see it, it is up to us to carry the torch of Flanders fields into the field of our industries right here in our own home town."
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