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Updated: July 7, 2025
Whatever there is that is personal between Charlie and John or between Adam Ward and myself will never be brought into this controversy." Jake Vodell shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Very well I will go now. You will see that in the end the working people will know who are for their interests and who are against them, and we will know, too, how to reward our friends and punish our enemies.
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.
A silence fell over the group. Then a dry voice drawled, "Jake Vodell ain't never overworked himself as anybody knows of, has he? As for you, Sam Whaley, I'm thinkin' it would take somethin' more than a crucifyin' to get much profit out of you, the way you mooch around." There was a general laugh at this and Sam Whaley went on his weak way to do whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing.
Whether or not his thoughts bore any relation to the doctrines of Jake Vodell, they led the old workman, on the following day, to pay a visit to Adam Ward at his home on the hill. It was Sunday morning and the church bells were ringing over the little city as the old workman climbed the hill to Adam Ward's estate. There was a touch of frost in the air.
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?"
For a moment longer that dead silence held then as the full import of the old basket maker's words went home to them, the crowd with a roar of fury turned toward the spot where the agitator had stood when the arrival of the Interpreter interrupted his address. But Jake Vodell had disappeared. They had carried the Interpreter back to his wheel chair in the hut on the cliff.
Bits of boyhood experiences, long forgotten and called up now, no doubt, by his evening at the cottage that had once been as much his home as the old house itself. How inseparable the four children had been! Fragments of his army life what an awakening it had all been for him! The coming struggle with the followers of Jake Vodell his new responsibilities.
The postmaster took a handful from the same box and said, as he dropped a dollar on the top of the show case, "I see Sam Whaley has confessed that the blowing up of the factory was all set as part of their program. Their plan was to wreck the Mill first then McIver's place. Where do you suppose Jake Vodell got away to?" "Hard to guess," said the judge.
At his evening meetings on the street, Jake Vodell with stirring oratory kindled the fire of his cause. In the councils of the unions, through individuals and groups, with clever arguments and inflaming literature, he sought recruits.
If you make a move to do what you are thinking, Billy will kill you." The Interpreter raised his hand and his silent companion came quickly to stand beside his chair. With a shrug of his shoulders Vodell drew back a few steps toward the door. "Bah! Why should I waste my time with a crippled old basket maker I have work to do.
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