But if they arrested Louis, Lily Cardew would fling him aside like an old shoe.
She closed her eyes. That opened a vista of possibilities she would not face.
She stopped in her mother"s room on her slow progress upstairs, moved to sudden pity for the frail life now wearing to its close. If that were life she did not want it, with its drab days and futile effort, its incessant deprivations, its hands, gnarled with work that got nowhere, its greatest blessing sleep and forgetfulness.
She wondered why her mother did not want to die, to get away.
"I"ll soon be able to look after you a bit, mother," she said from the doorway. "How"s the pain down your arm?"
"Bring me the mucilage, Edie," requested Mrs. Boyd. She was propped up in bed and surrounded by newspapers. "I"ve found w.i.l.l.y"s name again.
I"ve got fourteen now. Where"s the scissors?"
Eternity was such a long time. Did she know? Could she know, and still sit among her pillows, snipping?
"I wonder," said Mrs. Boyd, "did anybody feed Jinx? That Ellen is so saving that she grudges him a bone."
"He looks all right," said Edith, and went on up to bed. Maybe the Lord did that for people, when they reached a certain point. Maybe He took away the fear of death, by showing after years of it that life was not so valuable after all. She remembered her own facing of eternity, and her dread of what lay beyond. She had prayed first, because she wanted to have some place on the other side. She had prayed to be received young and whole and without child. And her mother--
Then she had a flash of intuition. There was something greater than life, and that was love. Her mother was upheld by love. That was what the eternal cutting and pasting meant. She was lavishing all the love of her starved days on w.i.l.l.y Cameron; she was facing death, because his hand was close by to hold to.
For just a moment, sitting on the edge of her bed, Edith Boyd saw what love might be, and might do. She held out both hands in the darkness, but no strong and friendly clasp caught them close. If she could only have him to cling to, to steady her wavering feet along the gray path that stretched ahead, years and years of it. Youth. Middle age. Old age.
"I"d only drag him down," she muttered bitterly.
w.i.l.l.y Cameron, meanwhile, had gone to Mr. Hendricks with Edith"s story, and together late that evening they saw the Chief of Police at his house. Both w.i.l.l.y Cameron and Mr. Hendricks advocated putting a watch on the offices of the Myers Housecleaning Company and thus ultimately getting the heads of the organization. But the Chief was unwilling to delay.
"Every day means more of their infernal propaganda," he said, "and if this girl"s telling a straight story, the thing to do is to get the outfit now. Those clerks, for instance--we"ll get some information out of them. That sort always squeals. They"re a cheap lot."
"Going to ball it up, of course," Mr. Hendricks said disgustedly, on the way home. "Won"t wait, because if Akers gets in he"s out, and he wants to make a big strike first. I"ll drop in to-morrow evening and tell you what"s happened."
He came into the pharmacy the next evening, with a bundle of red-bound pamphlets under his arm, and a look of disgust on his face.
"What did I tell you, Cameron?" he demanded, breathing heavily. "Yes, they got them all right. Got a safe full of stuff so inflammable that, since I"ve read some of it, I"m ready to blow up myself. It"s worse than that first lot I showed you. They got the two clerks, and a half-dozen foreigners, too. And that"s all they got."
"They won"t talk?"
"Talk? Sure they"ll talk. They say they"re employed by the Myers Housecleaning Company, that they never saw the inside of the vault, and they"re squealing louder than two pigs under a gate about false arrest.
They"ll have to let them go, son. Here. You can do most everything. Can you read Croatian? No? Well, here"s something in English to cut your wisdom teeth on. Overthrowing the government is where these fellows start."
It was intelligent, that propaganda. w.i.l.l.y Cameron thought he saw behind it Jim Doyle and other men like Doyle, men who knew the discontents of the world, and would fatten by them; men who, secretly envious of the upper cla.s.ses and unable to attain to them, would pull all men to their own level, or lower. Men who cloaked their own jealousies with the garb of idealism. Intelligent it was, dangerous, and imminent.
The pamphlets spoke of "the day." It was a Prussian phrase. The revolution was Prussian. And like the Germans, they offered loot as a reward. They appealed to the ugliest pa.s.sions in the world, to l.u.s.t and greed and idleness.
At a signal the ma.s.s was to arise, overthrow its masters and rule itself.
Mr. Hendricks stood in the doorway of the pharmacy and stared out at the city he loved.
"Just how far does that sort of stuff go, Cameron?" he asked. "Will our people take it up? Is the American nation going crazy?"
"Not a bit of it," said w.i.l.l.y Cameron stoutly. "They"re about as able to overthrow the government as you are to shove over the Saint Elmo Hotel."
"I could do that, with a bomb."
"No, you couldn"t. But you could make a fairly sizeable hole in it. It"s the hole we don"t want."
Mr. Hendricks went away, vaguely comforted.
CHAPTER XXIII
To old Anthony the early summer had been full of humiliations, which he carried with an increased arrogance of bearing that alienated even his own special group at his club.
"Confound the man," said Judge Peterson, holding forth on the golf links one Sunday morning while Anthony Cardew, hectic with rage, searched for a lost ball and refused to drop another. "He"ll hold us up all morning, for that ball, just as he tries to hold up all progress." He lowered his voice. "What"s happened to the granddaughter, anyhow?"
Senator Lovell lighted a cigarette.
"Turned Bolshevist," he said, briefly.
The Judge gazed at him.
"That"s a pretty serious indictment, isn"t it?"
"Well, that"s what I hear. She"s living in Jim Doyle"s house. I guess that"s the answer. Hey, Cardew! D"you want these young cubs behind us to play through, or are you going to show some sense and come on?"
Howard, fighting his father tooth and nail, was compelled to a reluctant admiration of his courage. But there was no cordiality between them.
They were in accord again, as to the strike, although from different angles. Both of them knew that they were fighting for very life; both of them felt that the strikers" demands meant the end of industry, meant that the man who risked money in a business would eventually cease to control that business, although if losses came it would be he, and not the workmen, who bore them. Howard had gone as far as he could in concessions, and the result was only the demand for more. The Cardews, father and son, stood now together, their backs against a wall, and fought doggedly.
But only anxiety held them together.
His father was now backing Howard"s campaign for the mayoralty, but he was rather late with his support, and in private he retained his cynical att.i.tude. He had not come over at all until he learned that Louis Akers was an opposition candidate. At that his wrath knew no bounds and the next day he presented a large check to the campaign committee.
Mr. Hendricks, hearing of it, was moved to a dry chuckle.
"Can"t you hear him?" he demanded. "He"d stalk into headquarters as important as an office boy who"s been sent to the bank for money, and he"d slam down his check and say just two words."
"Which would be?" inquired w.i.l.l.y Cameron.
""Buy "em"," quoted Mr. Hendricks. "The old boy doesn"t know that things have changed since the 80"s. This city has changed, my lad. It"s voting now the way it thinks, right or wrong. That"s why these foreign language papers can play the devil with us. The only knowledge the poor wretches have got of us is what they"re given to read. And most of it stinks of sedition. Queer thing, this thinking. A fellow can think himself into murder."
The strike was going along quietly enough. There had been rioting through the country, but not of any great significance. It was in reality a sort of trench warfare, with each side dug in and waiting for the other to show himself in the open. The representatives of the press, gathered in the various steel cities, with automobiles arranged for to take them quickly to any disturbance that might develop, found themselves with little news for the telegraph, and time hung heavy on their hands.
On an evening in July, Howard found Grace dressing for dinner, and realized with a shock that she was looking thin and much older. He kissed her and then held her off and looked at her.
"You"ve got to keep your courage up, dear," he said. "I don"t think it will be long now."
"Have you seen her?"