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When McIver characterized Vodell as an anarchist and stated that the unions were back of him and his schemes against the government, John retorted warmly that the statement was false and an insult to many of the most loyal citizens in Millsburgh. There were individual members of the unions who were followers of Jake Vodell, certainly.
"It is not fair to either of us for me to accept the management of the Mill without telling you that I can't do all that you have suggested." Adam looked at his son sharply. "And what can't you do?" he demanded. "I shall never work with McIver in any way," answered John slowly. "You know what I think of him and his business principles.
The Interpreter's philosophy of the "oneness of all" was to McIver the fanciful theory of an impracticable dreamer, who, too feeble to take a man's part in life, contented himself by formulating creeds of weakness that befitted his state.
They were doing the rounds rather hastily, lunch having cut into their time, so short at its very best. A Church dignitary from our own territory was with them. He introduced himself to me, and he also introduced an engineer. He was a patriotic Rhodesian, that dignitary, and denounced McIver, who had dared to assign to the Ruins a native origin. 'Such nonsense! he said.
Interpreter you who prattle about a working man's happiness. McIver says that the laboring classes should be driven to their work with bayonets that if his factory employees strike they will be forced to submission by the starvation of their women and children. Happiness! You shall see what we will do to this man McIver before we talk of happiness.
The glaring fact that emphasized the outcome of this official carelessness was an illiteracy, among white men and women, of 26 per cent. Among the Negroes it was vastly larger. Perhaps the greatest of those advocates whom the South loves to refer to as "educational statesmen" was Dr. Charles D. McIver, of Greensboro, N.C. McIver's personality and career had an heroic quality all their own.
Helen and her mother were with the doctor at the bedside of the assassin's victim. McIver wondered at the anguish in John Ward's face. But Captain Charlie's comrade only asked, steadily, "Did the police find anything, Jim?" "Not a thing," McIver answered. "What does the doctor say, John?" John turned away as if to hide his emotion and for a moment did not answer.
In all that maddened crowd there was not a soul in ignorance of John Ward's comradeship with his fellow workmen. In spite of Jake Vodell's careful teaching in spite of his devilish skill in using McIver as an example in his appeals and arguments inciting their hatred against all employers as a class, they were checked in their madness by the presence of Captain Charlie's friend.
"I tried to," the guard returned, "but she won't go says she is a friend of yours and has got to see you to-night." "A friend! Huh! How did she get here?" "In a taxi, and the taxi beat it as soon as she got out." Again McIver considered. Then his heavy jaw set, and he growled, "All right, bring her in a couple of you and see that you stand by while she is here.
"You had to go?" he repeated. "Why?" "I had to see for myself if if things were as bad as the Interpreter said. Oh, can't you understand, Jim, I could not believe it it all seemed so impossible. Don't you see that I had to know for sure?" "I see that some one ought to break that meddlesome old basket maker's head as well as his legs," growled McIver indignantly.
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