A Poor Wise Man eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 482 pages of information about A Poor Wise Man.

A Poor Wise Man eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 482 pages of information about A Poor Wise Man.

“Do they know at home?”

“I am going to tell mother to-day.”

“Lily,” he said, slowly, “there is one thing you ought to do.  Go home, make your peace there, and get all this on the right footing.  Then have him there.  You have never seen him in that environment, yet that is the world he will have to live in, if you marry him.  See how he fits there.”

“What has that got to do with it?”

“Think a minute.  Am I quite the same to you here, as I was in the camp?”

He saw her honest answer in her eyes.

CHAPTER XXII

The new movement was growing rapidly, and with a surprising catholicity of range.  Already it included lawyers and doctors, chauffeurs, butchers, clergymen, clerks of all sorts, truck gardeners from the surrounding county, railroad employees, and some of the strikers from the mills, men who had obeyed their union order to quit work, but had obeyed it unwillingly; men who resented bitterly the invasion of the ranks of labor by the lawless element which was fomenting trouble.

Dan had joined.

On the day that Lily received her engagement ring from Louis Akers, one of the cards of the new Vigilance Committee was being inspected with cynical amusement by two clerks in a certain suite of offices in the Searing Building.  They studied it with interest, while the man who had brought it stood by.

“Where’d you pick it up, Cusick?”

“One of our men brought it into the store.  Said you might want to see it.”

The three men bent over it.

The Myers Housecleaning Company had a suite of three rooms.  During the day two stenographers, both men, sat before machines and made a pretense of business at such times as the door opened, or when an occasional client, seeing the name, came in to inquire for rates.  At such times the clerks were politely regretful.  The firm’s contracts were all they could handle for months ahead.

There was a constant ebb and flow of men in the office, presumably professional cleaners.  They came and went, or sat along the walls, waiting.  A large percentage were foreigners but the clerks proved to be accomplished linguists.  They talked, with more or less fluency, with Croats, Serbs, Poles and Slavs.

There was a supply room off the office, a room filled with pails and brushes, soap and ladders.  But there was a great safe also, and its compartments were filled with pamphlets in many tongues, a supply constantly depleted and yet never diminishing.  Workmen, carrying out the pails of honest labor, carried them loaded down with the literature it was their only business to circulate.

Thus, openly, and yet with infinite caution, was spread the doctrine of no God; of no government, and of no church; of the confiscation of private property; of strikes and unrest; of revolution, rape, arson and pillage.

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