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IRON CITY

H.IRON CITY BY M. HEDGES BONI AND LIVERIGHT NEW YORK 1919 .

COPYRIGHT, 1919,

BONI & LlVERIGHT, INC.

Printed in the

U.S.A.

TO

RANDOLPH BOURNE

CONTENTS
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PROLOGUE AN AMERICAN CITY JOHN COSMUS, STUDENT OF SOCIETY SARAH

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MARGARET CRANDON HILL COLLEGE FACULTY

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AN AMERICAN

INDUSTRY

THE SILL FAMILY VIII. THE OUTCAST IX. ON THE WORLD HORIZON X. INFLAMMABLE YOUTH XI. RAYMOND AND MARGARET
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SUBSTANTIAL CITIZENS

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FAMILY COUNCILS MISUNDERSTANDINGS A CONFERENCE OF RACES

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THE WEDDING THE ANARCH
PROFESSOR EZRA KIMBARK

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MARGARET
IRON CITY
PASSION
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FATHER
CITIZENS

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ALLIANCE

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THE STRIKE

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WAKE

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XXVII. XXVIII.

LETTER FROM FRANCE THE GENTEEL TRADITION

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XXV. THE HAUNTED WOOD
BONDS OF CLASS Two FUNERALS
UNDERSTANDINGS INTO WHOSE HAND
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XXIX.

PREFACE
I

have endeavored to depict the unspiritual side of
life in

American

the hope that

when

the details of the

picture are assembled

we

shall see

how

far

we have
at vari

departed from our great tradition, and ance we are to our unconscious life.

how

The characters in this novel are composite portraits drawn from many diverse sources and should be read
in that light only.

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the windmill. he sighed and fell into a position of relaxation. and when he had crawled through the ten tiers of wires and perched himself upon the last cross. stretched in the drowsy afternoon sun. hogs grunted from the farmyard a stone s throw beyond. a neat school house. He was lazily conscious of the white house behind the fruited orchard. rich. too. set well back from the road near a brook. but young man. heavily uddered cows browsed be neath the trees.IRON CITY PROLOGUE in a midwestnot over-tall. he caught the hum of insects from T ATE * afternoon of a state. gold beneath the sun. peaceful. the engine shed. the fields lowing into fruitage. The country swooned into the arms of the harvest. the ample barn.. piece at a height of forty feet. He lifted himself heavily up his next post. ern A summer s day clover at the roadside. the dairy house near the spring. The young man was weary. trudged along a telephone line that swept triumphantly in stately strides down the dusty road as far as he could see. As far as he could see there were fields of grain. He saw beyond. chickens cackled. his feet dragged. a picture of bursting wealth. muscular. and waving corn mel Into the distance. The sight of all this wealth it and corn- .

The blackeyed passionate dagos. these seemed to intrude upon the countryside with a note at once discordant. low wooden buildings. on over the fields. unwashed before at noon. he stretched out his arms in a For a moment gesture of rapturous submission. river. through woods. of garbage. of human waste. fighting. the imagination aroused of sunlight on all that rural beauty cattle. fields. they turned. He revived. . awesome and Who The had brought them here? eyes of the young man followed the River of Wires as they traveled over the striding poles to the horizon s rim. his nostrils were taut with deep breaths. resting.12 fort place. He remem bered with a touch of aversion the row of thin. as Amer ica. and beyond they went. drinking. his country. ing. On. . smote him shudderingly. incisively there cut across his revery the Then mem ory of the camp of shacks he had left four hours The odor of long-used. school building burst road. house. of tobacco. to glittering cities. on. on. by the play fields. when the road turned. PROLOGUE was very as familiar to him and very common But lifted he paused. on. curs lazy and repellent. roofed with tar paper. where the road crossed the river labori ously by bridge. potential handsome and suspicious. upon his mind in a flood of understanding. even in recollection. they climbed. He did not have it in his heart to condemn the energy that had brought the Italians here to build the . they leaped where the road mounted the hill. clothes. barnyard. Down the road to the edge of Dyer s place. moody and singing. houses into the high light of understanding.

keen. he said audibly. one was saying. never seemed alone when he worked along the great River of Wires. disconnected the apparatus. quickly selected down the pole to his kit of tools below. the regal proud cities. of a job. Bombay the cities. Chicago. Paris. San Francisco. New He pictured great avenues of the cities! He visioned the palaces He mingled with the crowds He sank himself in a great work there! He found minds like ! ! his own.No. He would listen to the world talk. It How glistened in the sunshine! in the breeze! it went on inter it How voice to all the beautiful capitals reached out its visible of the world. such as linesmen use in tap ping wires. world just now who can fill Twenty-five thousand dollar brains are in the know. Moscow. the minably! commonplace countryside. New York. !&quot. hungering. the Did you get my man don voice came again. &quot. and sat thoughtfully for many minutes looking out over the fields then he .&quot.&quot. though tired.God!&quot. &quot. &quot.&quot.I &quot. first am ?&quot.The world comes to me on those wires Suddenly he had an idea.This is Collins in Collins. 13 What would it the country be to him without the River of Wires? How sang It goldened. s face. to York. as nothing else goldened. then. He ran &quot. Rome. at the Auditorium in Chicago. visioning. The young man. He went with it in his mind across field and stream. First he heard a strange buzzing. &quot.I t know that scarce.Hello. man A He you light came suddenly into the young man . His nimble fingers soon had it adjusted at the top of the pole to the continental wire. the voices of two men conversing. I &quot. very clearly. He a line-telephone. didn t. the other voice answered. London.&quot.PROLOGUE line.

&quot. past their occupants.&quot. my boy.14 climbed PROLOGUE down more wires the pole and picked up his tools. &quot. he saw the swoon ing fields. going to college. ill-smelling untied no He He went back to the foreman s want &quot. he said. The foreman did not laugh.&quot.&quot. he said simply. John Cosmus.I am I hate to lose you. to the my time.&quot. on to the proud cities. office. He shook his head. &quot. &quot.&quot.I . and watched him go slow ly up the hill toward the town.you ve got the right idea. that day. lost my best climber there.I camp. &quot. &quot. nor thereafter.What the bluff boss.Johnny. he said softly. He paid the young man. shacks.&quot.Why. exclaimed are you going to do?&quot. smoke curling from the shacks. and become a twenty-five thousand dollar brain. But Cosmus went on singing. past the dago his comrades. At the top of the He saw the blue hill he paused and looked back. shining on. and further through his dreams. and beyond the River of Wires.

as had his father. before him. for she owned three houses and lots. No other facts reveal so clearly the stiffness and inertia that imperceptibly 15 was beginning to creep . emi nent sexton of the First Congregational Church. merchants of Iron City. Cruisenbarry.CHAPTER &quot. and every year had hung out at precisely the same hour the same identical flag. an increase of twenty-five dollars over the salary of his father.X7&quot. in turn. who had served the firm for thirty-two years at a salary of $75 a month. the event was of civic magnitude. He was the third generation of Cruisenbarry to have cus tody of the city cemetery. and at his death had received formal tribute from the city council for his services. Iron City boasted at least one eminent maid she lived with the respectable * .HEN I Jones & Jones. The city editor of the Republic-Despatch gave one column front to the hap pening.1&quot. Cruis enbarry III. who owned a Ford automobile. Moreover. for Jones & Jones had been in business in the same building for forty-two years. hung out their flag on the Fourth of July. in acknowledgment of the family s high services. received one hundred dollars a month. it had been recorded that with Jones & Jones was an eminent clerk. Taylor family and was a heavy tax-payer. and still had forebears in New England. His father before him had served the city thirty years. And among the other notables there was also Thomas J.

which competition had set up its flaming front some ten years before. They resented far more the of Woolworth s Ten Cent Store. on a personal basis. Of course. Iron City &quot. rations. . and east. Nothing city was done to beautify the stream facing the banks were back stoops and unsightly factories. ness of traveler. cutting trans the business section. in which were congested the shops. It had its district.16 IRON CITY this numbingly over the foundation stratum of gressive American city. banks. The upper circle was small. and proprietors knew well how to cater to the the shops down town. hospitals and offices for a of thirty thousand. Most of the upper circle of Iron City had charge accounts at Marshall Field s and at Carson s. hotels. freshened this quarter and versely furnished water power for numerous mills. as Jones & trade of the workers. or Dailey s store. there were few firms.&quot.new London journal. fat catalogues of mail order houses.loop&quot. built the form of crossed S s. was up town. and many of the middle class shopped from large. no corpo Strictly speaking. Bass River. The city park. It was Jones s store. True. The residences lay further to west . its joints. business. not along the river. pro stiff Outwardly Iron City gave no evidence of the who the sallow eye of the British once had stopped in the city and had To telegraphed back to his &quot. these residence districts were more pretentious than These were small. and still did Jones did. But the local shops did not suffer. on the high bluffs and flats beyond. was in all and uncouth. some hundreds of miles distant. along the Front road a few mansions had arisen and the country club with golf links spread its august length across one of these wooded knolls. containing a statue of the donor.

and they were proud that seven nationally advertised industries had their home offices in Iron City. Maine. no legalized home of prostitution in all Iron City. and that four continental railroads were kept busy carrying Iron City products were not &quot. or who perceived its life through beveled glass of private office or limousine. But though they did not live wholly apart. There were four banks in Iron City. town although no inhabitant would listen to its being called middle-class. After all.boys.A.M. who sat well back in the shadow of community affairs. building. and spent their winters with Iron City remained a middle class their business. the sin of being too comfortable and too content. But the seven millionaires. These captains of industry were self-made. the shops were thriv ing as the banks testified. its sin was not so much the sin of ancient Nineveh or Tyre as the sin of Sybaris. and to the inhabitants they were still Tom and Joe. There was no vice. to Bombay and Damascus. all bulging at the sides. knew that Iron City was on the map. which employed five thousand . though the curse of Babylon stalked the streets. they evinced little real desire to mingle closely with Iron City life.&quot.bee-hive. Sill and Son owned the largest manufactory. The owners of the shops at all aware of the city s importance.IRON CITY 17 In spite of these competitors. no slums.&quot.C. a plant worth five million. They contributed money to the new Y. R. There were no poor. And if one were looking for a metaphor to describe this American town he could neyed find none more accurate than the hack &quot. These seven millionaires were not all Iron City but most of them were. as well as to Oklahoma City and Portland. Iron City was a hive.

Twenty-two worked in the factory of R. to import workers. men. same factories that were giving Iron its one problem. dirty. dreamy. giving the town the aspect of a metropolis. licentious. the but it side world was these entire social fabric of its life.foreigners. was the thinnest and verted cone. This was a manufactory of engines and it lay sprawling out close residence district along the river to the north. gay. paper. grave. with the thrust of a giant. and reforming. Factories to have existence must have workers. tions during a period of thirty years had brought over thirty alien races to Iron City.swell&quot. shoes. And when the glacier of pa im migration passed. were feed ing it and clothing it. potential. triotic and they stayed. erecting its public buildings and churches and schools. lazy. and workers could not come from among the ranks of And so industries be s native population. the foundation stratum. uniting it with the great out beyond the turn of the northern railroads. &quot. imperceptibly dogged. diligent. Automobiles. It was these manufacturing concerns that were fast to the &quot.i8 IRON CITY . mostly of alien birth. gan and finally they began to trickle through the inter Iron City series of importa stices of the older population. and the workers had to live. and represented by eminent clerks and sextons. One can see the symbol of that society in an in the apex.&quot. At . Sill and Son alone. merchants like Jones & Jones. turning its sabbatical peace into City clamor. They A came of necessity. machinery and clothing were the other premier products of the City. one could find the story of their coming in the strata of Iron City society.

to the First Congregational. given in the as sembly room of the High School last evening.Follies&quot. the community. Mr. Luke s. Through various avenues new standards of It continental living began to shape The president of the National its youth. The Blue Laws were broken.&quot. One evidence of Churches belonged in the city. the new order comes to Iron OBSERVER. the Bank recorded change patch. a very nice little girl was allowed to sing a song about how her beau was all right. And City.refined ragtime. teachers and most of the big professional men of It had built Crandon Hill College. Editor. but I had not looked to see the schools push it so soon into its grave. just as everywhere. This Puritan stock supplied all the preach ers. Emerson. It is gone with the coming of &quot. There were some other songs about love and girls and kisses. so. . and moving drama. in standards in a letter to the Republic-Des Mr. and the fact that the millionaires and not to St. darkened. the upper circle. While Longfellow. except that he didn t know how to kiss. ringed It saw its light round by thirty alien peoples. Puritanism is dying in Iron City. was the Brahmin caste.IRON CITY shortest. and automobiles. Bryant and Holmes looked on (and perhaps heard) from their picture frames on the wall. Editor: The writer attended the &quot. gradually Baseball and moving-drama became acceptable on Sun days. There was no semblance of genu ine talent or refinement in the program. it 19 and purely of its was composed directly New Puritan gen England esis was the three well established Congregational stock.

to all appearances Americanized on them . Superimposed upon this ground of New Englanders. The French and Irish supported the three Catholic churches. were the Scandinavian. the first mark of their per these strata were superimposed. or perhaps he did not see that the same industries that filled his vaults with treasure had brought the alien and the new order to his native And so the Puritans saw their influence wan city. saw. Swiss and Scotch. built Crandon Hill College. large. floating. the wheels of industry had to be kept going. if he ing. the Germans to the two Lutheran churches. On recently. They. but ever present. substantial Christian Science church. Superimposed upon this layer of alien life. cone placed there by an exquisite stroke of irony was the recent horde of The Puritans had American negroes. the English and Welsh went to St. except for a moral liberalism and a sterner political con greater servatism. dynamic. French.20 IRON CITY Perhaps the President of the National Bank was not honest enough. The children of these races all of the second stratum were to appearances thor oughly and utterly assimilated. were the more ancient incomers. Lithuanians. a small church had been built for them manency. True. Luke s. R. the story was out of their hands. Sill. though isolated from active participation in the affairs of the city. Greeks. scarcely English The final tier of the speaking. were as much Americans as the older in habitants. the Welsh. could not turn back. Austrians and Slavs. They worked in linen mills. a tier of Italians. German and Irish. All these churches re sented the most recent comer the white. and wholly foreign. It should have been the chief agency for the integration . Eng lish.

Iron City was too busy and too comfortable to face . re intellectual poverty. O. saloons. who though forty had never voted. rich. boring metropolis. of which there were system. all its Phariseeism. It was the fine flower of American civilization of a generation back. . Hall. and ligious sterility. etc. The trustees were million aires. ing about its its trade unions. its skirts about itself and shrank from all the sordid life of factory and immigrant. dignified 21 It was over a hundred and proud. in the neigh years old. drew But with of the city. To tell the truth Iron City was proud proud of all its institutions. Smithkins. natural site. bishops and missionaries. lying still and epic it attention in this little it was the great heart must receive most of our of an American common wealth. K. By their stewardship in Iron City itself. it was connected with such well-known men as P. City was traditionally though restrainedly of its college. its fifty.good&quot. of P. Sill and Son. and Senator Matt Tyler. it not far from the factory of R. public schools. It said noth its industrial fermentation. and governors. Perched on a hill overlooking the river near Guy Street. Modern Woodmen. the thoroughfare of &quot.hunyocks. Masonic Temple. congressmen. homes of the city and immediate vicinity.&quot. poets and hymn writers. artistic barrenness. senators. Among its grad uates were great editors. Its faculty had a national reputation. brokers and insurance magnates. It extolled its Carne Iron gie library. churches. teachers and thinkers. National Guard. au thors. baseball teams. Its stu dents came from the &quot. street car its city poet. president of the Utility Company. banks.IRON CITY of the whole conglomerate.

knock&quot. To men &quot. his face set with strength not light. . his hands strong. It visibly had a des carried through.Boost. advertise&quot. his destination If commonwealth of Iron yet unknown. and knocking was the Club.22 problems. prehensile like a man s. publicity. his eyes clear. One would need to make this figure loll back in a speeding machine. tiny tion . murmurs out of the depths was known to have spent s $30. neither boy nor man. IRON CITY It somehow would be problems was to it preferred to drift. filled with no dream. Workman Com unit I What if gas was $1. at cardinal sin in Iron City. What what there were heavy of Sill s mill? Sill who if the aliens were not taken care of. these made up boost.000 to defeat the passage of the pensation What if the city was unintegrated ? a bastard among these people? bill. &quot. started secret propaganda against any critics bold enough to find fault with Iron City. one could do no better than to carve a youth in his first long trousers. boost.30 per What if art was What? What? What? one were to figure in stone an image of the City. the creed of this American common if wealth. The Commercial one time seriously alarmed.

i- v glanced nervously at his somewht worn suit a J recalled a little bitterly the fact that manners a ^ : He 23 . and thoughtful face. . Seven years of arduous self-conquest had burned even in one so young as he. He was self-conscious. JOHN September morning COSMUS. assuming the boisterc ^S prerogatives of the college student. the dross of insin out. but beyond Without in the least degree suggesting the acait. As he stepped off the express from Chicago he sighed with relief when he discovered few students on the station platform. if you will. He was young enough to be sure. he was him self. immature. spiritual. Hr. he had also a quality. he did not belong to the breathless nervousness Plainly of Iron City he was not below nor above. when he arrived in Iron City one could not by any chance have been taken for a person ification of the city itself. but he was not lacking in poise. . demian. John thou t that the young men were better dressed than himseU. knit figure.re and there were groups of young men and won^n laughing and gesticulating. he was in a homely way self-possessed and distinguished he was distinct in outline. cerity. not fully de veloped perhaps but more than suggested by his firmly clean gray eyes.CHAPTER II in 1913 to take up his duties as instructor in Sociology at Crandon Hill College. Cosmus saved himself from priggishness by not knowing what he was. But like all those who are direct.

of seeing people in terms of vivid exclamation. The ancient cabman obligingly pointed him out and sim ultaneously Curtis saw Cosmus. turning his shifty black eyes. saying that he was looking for Samuel Curtis. A away at once. feminine he laughingly characterized it. Cosmus objected. &quot. He glanced disappearing train and saw regretfully at the rapidly beyond the telegraph wires. his stiff shirt with its high round collar. English. his fea grown prematurely grave. impressive. had the habit. old but well kept. that was the sum total of him. black eyes under bushy brows.How sad you are He !&quot. half unclasped. furtively searched one s face and.new and uncouth. beckoning amicably. was the deep.24 IRON CITY acquired before one is fifteen. The two men paused for a moment on the plat- . it whim pered and whined. with its high brow. His gray suit. West but and now Iron City. Curtis fleetingly. cab driver tried to take his bag. does not teach one how to wear clothes. Cosmus could not believe that such a voice came from such a man it was high and dull. it savagely butchered its native . instantly disappointed. lost in the unreality of all those last seven years. even when topped off with Harvard. his gradu ate work.&quot. Cosmus searchingly as was his wont. but when he spoke. Cosmus wanted to cry out. He stood awkwardly for a minute. His fine face. &quot. their tures suggested a thwarted personality. such as clergymen wear. with its four-in-hand. could have no affiliation with anything but a day that was dead and gone and sad. searched elsewhere. And sad Samuel Curtis was. and that the school of experience. his first bitter experience in the far teaching. They looked at each other. his college course.

do change. Was that not the key to him. Cosmus often thought afterwards that his triumphal entry into Iron City had something peculiarly sym bolic in it. The city was at the height of its tide. dressed crowds. and Curtis be first gan and slipped garrulously into reminiscences of the past. he seemed to breathe out mystery as well as sadness. full of plaintive notes. and how he had left his people. was just thinking that it doesn t look &quot. because &quot. is he not a somnambulist of a vanished dream? The Curtis house was located near the campus in . and Curtis and Cos mus. and well mobiles. of an ancient and dying and of a new and budding democracy. and allowed him to get his guest s baggage and tumble them all into a wide-seated phaeton. were scarce. each in his way. in their old-fashioned phaeton. I remember. Nevertheless he fascinated Cosmus .accommodations&quot. moving serenely toward its undemocratic destiny. as they drove along. seemed twin apos tles. Everywhere he saw flitting auto marks of influence and affluence. The tedious pace of the nag. and this gave Curtis a chance to say that he was glad Cosmus had written to him ahead for rooms. thought Cosmus. Here Cosmus was aware of another strange attribute of Curtis.Times town. seemed to run counter to Iron City life. drawn by a wheezy red horse. the rattling wheels of the ancient vehicle.IRON CITY 25 form. After Curtis had asked the customary questions concerning his guest s jour ney. They did not talk much. Finally Cosmus said. he relapsed into silence. busy streets.&quot. and bustling life.I like the usual college &quot. al though but fifty he assumed on the slightest provoca tion the role of the aged.&quot.

clean. She was a hearty. she went on.&quot. asked. you know.good&quot.It &quot. rambling old mansion of the style of 1872. is good to find a home so soon.I to be &quot. near the brook. you company. was to have a large Cosmus.Now just Professor. On the flats. will.Sarah Blacknot a place but a spirit.&quot. Curtis car ried on extensive gardening.&quot.Professor as its owner. want you to make yourself at home. but find. &quot.&quot. held true here. She spoke with such warmth and sincerity. Cosmus thinking that. You re not much older than my boy. know you stone says home is .you &quot.&quot. Curtis. as Curtis called him bedroom overlooking the flats on the East. John was doubtful about the but there could be no question of her cordiality. you want anything. she smiled back. motherly woman of great vivacity and irre pressible cheerfulness. successful marriages are opI posites. &quot. land nucleus of the city s life. he said sincerely. The house was as quaint Cosmus &quot.&quot. overlooking a stagnant brook and the flats that stretched in undulations to the far-off wooded ground line.If . The Curtis house was a great. know I am going &quot. and she made him wonder ab ruptly if the old saying.&quot.&quot. Cosmus was delighted with Mrs. &quot. that Cosmus was completely won. and airy.26 the &quot.&quot. Everybody does who comes here.too. on what was known Here was the center of the New Eng as the Bluff. IRON CITY section of the town. must get it for yourself I am not going to make &quot. just let if you need anything that you can t me know.I happy here. too. and he is a freshman just this year. and so one can have more than one home perhaps. Sarah Blackstone was a new author he had not read. perhaps.

I did.Yes. not.I still atmosphere peculiar to him. but he did awkward. called out Cosmus &quot. pleas I well used his. you see anything of an old book around here?&quot.&quot. And he passed out in the to. had not lived long enough to know what self lay He He down deep beneath the folds of his being. He found on the table a book that interested him.Say. preparing to depart. John was shown to his room. A little later after he was settled.IRON CITY &quot. and soon had his baggage unpacked and his things put away. was embarrassed. It was the New Testament in Greek. for she is on the faculty. meet her. taking it eagerly. &quot. he was not sure what he yet was. he could not forecast his own reactions. This Greek testament. he lacked mastery. and new. margin-marked and thumb-worn.&quot.&quot.Who 27 Sarah Blackstone?&quot.did it. Cosmus threw himself down into a chair to rest. Curtis came up to the room and awkwardly invited him to is this &quot.&quot. kind of a keep-sake. and he wondered who could be reading it. Perhaps it had been left by some former studentoccupant of the room. He it fit mind to make consciously tried to compose his into the hurly burly of new im pressions. &quot. After lunch. that s &quot.to &quot. It s he whimpered in the strange shrill way of read this old New Testament sometimes. Mr. but Curtis did not leave immediately. felt He wanted to feel at home.&quot. said Curtis. &quot. John he said nervously.Yes.You ll see our little city. and &quot. He tossed it carelessly into a drawer.Well antly. you mean?&quot. too. or was to be.&quot. &quot.Do you read Curtis Greek?&quot. called higher education Although he had had a soand a year in Harvard gradu- . go for a ride in the afternoon consented.

&quot.No. no.28 IRON CITY ate school. Samuel Curtis.I . He cringed beneath the imagined stares of the crowds at chapel.There.I !&quot. with positive pain.&quot. when it hangs between sleep and waking. I can not.professor. the thought of entering the class room and facing the rows of upturned faces. &quot.I Curtis s gentle voice. but wouldn t it be a greater travesty for some one else to act father s part &quot. He was very humble as he contemplated his opportunity at Crandon Hill College. to a home and perhaps later a wife. to shape minds with the gift for creation. no. the call for a twenty-five thousand dollar brain. He was awakened by voices. accepting a position at twelve hundred dollars a year. did not mean to hurt you. I can saying not do it. It would be a travesty on father for me to play his part. Cosmus had taken up teaching (and here he saw himself with a touch of irony). He tried not to Samuel Curtis was listen. He dozed. tremblingly for a milieu to move in. he was still a ghost to himself. he had shaped his career with that idea dominating him. as the mind will. He was a coward. His head nodded. with rosy pleasure.&quot. there. Ever since the time long. the creative minds of the race he wanted to be a creative mind. &quot. dearie. He dreaded to be called &quot. then he had eschewed business or the law.&quot. in his high shrill voice. And then came Mrs. can not do it. he looked forward. but he could not help it. groaned can not. &quot. I can not. and he wanted . because he imagined that the American college was the focal point for the mother-brains. long ago when he had heard over the telephone wires. to a long life of unapplauded service.&quot. for the simple reason that he believed that the American college was a place for the creative minds of the age. groping He dreaded.

IRON CITY dearie.I am Without giving time not waiting for an I am on official business. secretary to the faculty. impressed the stranger as unusually handsome. Central Hall.don t you think this is the prettiest campus you ever saw I ?&quot.&quot. for an answer he continued. from a rare vantage point on the bluff. the mills. beyond. past the huge establishment of R. grimy forge. ingly. &quot. Doctor Mather. am Professor Reed. both as a mark of . Cur tis As said that he never got tired looking at that view.&quot. and a door heavy steps He arose and washed his face wonderslammed.Mr. representing stages of archi tecture from 1830 to 1900. Curtis. died suddenly yesterday in the Canadian Rockies he is to be buried here the third day hence and the president is anxious for the new men to be present at the funeral. the least Nine or ten buildings. Curtis explained. over looked the dam and Sill For miles the eye could go past the river. Cosmus thought. . The faculty. The carriage ride that afternoon was no less than a personally conducted tour. angles of woodlands. Curtis. itinerary. he said. because &quot. they paused to look they were accosted by some one evidently of authority. and Son. of the master of the house. Cosmus. seeming somewhat arbitrary in his Of course he drove Cosmus to the campus. which was like one great. from the grave ecclesiasticism of Central Hall to the imitative Greek of the Carnegie Library. Samuel dictative of men. to the cooling lightened by lurid glares. he ignored Curtis with delib erate rudeness. 29 Cosmus heard the consoled Mrs. Our good colleague. campus. and the hazy prairie hills. introduction. thought Cosmus. had been built with the bare hands of the first trustees and A significant fact. &quot.

this boarding-house keeper. followed (throughout the city) an itinerary which obviously had been care He drove from the campus to the fully mapped out. dead. who had not known him twelve hours. It was strange that this gardener. Cosmus caught a glimpse of marble corridors through the awninged windows of the office building. as though speak is Chris Mather dead. Now that he was as gone.30 respect. a compact. ing to himself &quot. Cosmus turned and looked at his companion.&quot. Hence to Iron City s Savings and Trust Company. He seemed lost in the past. and his lips worked without forming words. Then to the generals Crandon Iron Works. in the mechanical feelingless tone of the functionary. Yes. . Presidents and governors and had been entertained there. could be so disturbing to one. His face was very pale. I went to school with him. Fine boy.So : Finally Curtis said. Historical House. As they passed. All this was said as if it had been learned. IRON CITY and because Professor Mather summed up. He cast a spell over Cosmus s imag ination. and then by the prettiest residence street.&quot. gray frame building of the Civil War period. John attended the funeral of Pro The Mather house had manorial spaciousness. it were. home. without so much as acknowledging Samuel Curtis s tardy salutation. even to the point of teasing him with mystery. Sadness was the heart of him. the second manufactory in size and importance. in a mechanical way. Bowing himself away. Fine boy. Professor Reed cut across to Central Hall. fessor Christopher Mather. and the dignity of a day long Three days later. Crandon Hill spirit. yes. Curtis.

The Past. it faced the campus like some ghostly guardian of the past. suffused the air with their fragrance. substantial. What dampness! accuracy. almost as if he felt the gaze of some one s eyes. His mind ran less silence of along glassy surfaces of impressions and symbols.&quot. the murmur of leaves outside far away along the walk. a slowly indrawn sigh. Curtis and Cosmus found and the ! seats in what must have with fastidious been the library. broken by the creak of chairs under nervous masculine backs. its history is..IRON CITY 31 passed in house building.American was planted when James J. It has persisted through storm. the rustling of silk. vener able. rains and change yet to persist? Cosmus glanced up. its pioneer hopes and fears. I shall not latter noticed. Far away in a shadowy part of the house. The musk of books and rugs and closed rooms mingled with the scent of flowers. some rich male voice was intoning &quot. to stare directly into a pictured face. the fetters of European intellectual dominance with tual Scholar&quot. Austere. perhaps. Hill began empire in the great Northwest. : want. every detail What sickening odors Hyacinths. its roof repelled rains when Lincoln unbowed his head at Gettysburg and poured out in three minutes the charity of his great heart. and frontier Its walls went up when Emerson broke struggles. the history of America s intellec life. this is the visible embodiment of the Past. Only silence the rest mourners. enfolding ivy his . with their mes sage of death. Sunlight seemed quenched in the heavy twilight of the long rooms.The Lord is my Shepherd. he mused. of the room. the buzz of an insect. its his &quot. There were no songs. The atmos phere made John feel dull and heavy. These are the sentient walls of an old house.

&quot.March 5. is best revealed through this chronicle.his fresh interest. Mather was distinguished by an ardent love of litera and began at an early age to record his thoughts and impressions in a journal. lost in sentimentalism. far away and ghostly.No.&quot. He attended the public schools of Iron City and the Plainfield Academy. &quot. fail to see that the Civil tion. and then he added irrelevantly. One passage stuck in Then followed some passages which showed Cosmus s mind long 1897.32 it IRON CITY was a Puritan face. the democracy. Most of us Americans. Curtis answered. The election of Major McKinley illustrates conclusively the bad effect of the Civil War. a a high protective It served as an excuse fof which allowed expansion and . tariff.&quot.There have been only three since. &quot. as visioned by French unafraid. was born in Ir. entered the college here. first president of Crandon Hill College.n City on September 14. His life. son of Ellery Dwight Mather. and Professor later. &quot. in 1881.Is in his figure of stone calm. 1864. &quot. reverential. so outwardly ture.&quot.Puritan&quot. the torch of had been handed! From son to whom? And then as a postlude to these thoughts. a voice in another room. Cosmus renewed his scrutiny of the painting with &quot. he whispered to Samuel Curtis. With no excep war made every president up to Major Mc soldier. at least &quot. father.Christopher D wight Mather. vividly the simplicity. after. Kinley himself. this War was baneful. began to read the life of Christopher Dwight Mather: &quot. that a picture of Professor Mather up there?&quot. the first presi dent of Crandon Hill College. civilization So from father to son. calm. the ardent idealism of the college of a generation ago.

nations with eloquent wires. Education is mechanized. Long after he had blown out the kerosene lamp that night. to face with the college of the past the sabbatical. never to return. turn on the greater problem of condensation of capital.The my father!&quot. It 33 permitted tre mendous condensation of capital in the hands of a few and now all our problems. machines which have killed^ handicraft. and the prob lems of education at Crandon Hill. Science. O Republic. and its methods of generalization.&quot. O Crandon Hill College. thinking and planning. Pro fessor Mather served his college loyally up to this He went last June to the Canadian 1913. There are hard times before you. as he would The It funeral made a deep impression upon Cosmus. He came to the swift con brought him face clusion that if this funeral were typical of its life. Science has invented Science is from the devil.IRON CITY development of natural resources. art goes. I am not sure that old Professor Jason was not right when he said. overlooking the moon lit flats. the prob lems of living in New York City. have taught men how to think in the and build huge dynasties of riches. reclusive student life which he had already dimly felt. Life seemed so simple . who felt the daily electric shock of his year. personally. Crandon Hill College must be a fossil imprisoned in a rock. now. personality. the old ideals of &quot. Those of us who knew him Rockies. can only bow our heads have us do. entries in the diary break off in 1901. God help us. Why can t we go back to large. Cosmus sat in the dark. and when Science has intertangled handicraft goes. and before you. We have lost our soul. simple. in silent submission.

the perpetuity of the past in the All else was clear. save the simple mysteries the passing of time. and disappeared in the dropped shadow of the house. To him there were inscrutable mysteries. like no : under the solvency of the flat man s mind. He sat immersed in his thoughts until he at the stars. Cosmus was unusu He thought it a place for the working out of simple justice. features could utter dejection of his eyes away. The night was empty now it seemed impotent to speak its thoughts. reproduction and love. edges of IRON CITY life in his earlier For one who had met the jagged years.34 and easy just then. then them submissively. he had not yet discovered that there were men who were utterly un ally innocent of the world. Cosmus mused he wondered if he must go on forever feeling sorry for Samuel Curtis. looking up figure body could be the blurred spirit. revealing as not. Once its arms in silent implo ration. . saw a below. in the stillness of the night he heard the sigh which fell front the tired lips of the man under the trees below. Cosmus could not take the figure lifted up : . himself in their patriotism. and stand for come up from a moment. silhouetted clear against the light. the clearly seen bent heavily. present.

Professor Cosmus. her?&quot. They will listen to you im-. When John had per suaded her to be seated.So much the better. when he how do I know that Miss Blackstone deserves to remain on the fac ulty of Crandon Hill College? faculty. &quot.&quot. not perceiving the irony in his words.&quot. he tried to disentangle the strands of her snarled story. but he took the thing too said. 35 .&quot. is to go and plead her case.&quot.&quot. but what is &quot. he protested.&quot. perhaps. partially. you know. is a very dignified. A Mrs. &quot. Curtis. &quot.CHAPTER III ONE morning dressing Cosmus was came to before school opened. ultra-respectable body. but her indignation made her at times incoherent. &quot. Curtis s at the naive absurdity request.&quot. Curtis him greatly agitated.Yes.Sarah Blackstone. Mrs. she broke in. sweetest the charge preferred against &quot. John could not help smiling of Mrs.And what I want you to do. because you can see the thing as right. which must uphold the best traditions and noble cus toms of the past. not personally. &quot. while John in his room. you know. the truest. and while he was still finish ing shaving. &quot.and I am a stranger here.is &quot. She had come to tell him that Sarah Blackstone was to be relieved of her position as in structor in history at Crandon Hill College.But I don t know Miss Blackstone.But lightly.

I would you believe you sure there &quot. she said.I But when Mrs.Well.Yes. but that makes no is go and she to church?&quot. you know. but the nature of the charge . Well. Reverend Mr. Dingley don t see that this is being religious. can t believe that any such charge would relieve Miss Blackstone of her position. the First Congrega I have been serv tional. is there is nothing else?&quot. I do wish Sarah would go to church. not sure that difference.36 &quot.&quot.That IRON CITY she don t go to church.&quot. Cosmus thought a moment. Crandon Hill is no longer a church school. and not cause all this bother. it is on the Foundation.&quot. &quot.and. see. and relief work. and I don t exactly agree with her. everywhere I go I find myself Sarah Blackstone has been there scatter anticipated ing good not letting her right hand know what her left hand doeth but Reverend Mr. I can do anything. Curtis. Curtis and John rapped at the door of Sarah Blackstone s house a little later. all that sort of thing. something else.&quot. ing as deaconess visiting the sick. if you think Finally he said. look ing hard at John. Are it. she interpolated. too. a religious person. they were told that she had gone over to see President Crandon at the college. will go. Mrs.&quot. Dingley s flock You see I belong to he knew what the work of a deaconess was. Tracts on the limitation of offspring?&quot. on not having so many babies. &quot. Mrs. &quot.I &quot. I know she has peculiar notions about church. Sarah has been let s dis tributing tracts on the limitation see well. &quot. she is really good. Curtis nodded. Professor Cosmus. the biggest church in town.Doesn t &quot. John felt some reluctance in intruding farther into such a matter.

He looked his part. Hugh Crandon. was a man well toward sixty. alert. and he seemed to delight in playing upon it. John felt this remoteness of person ality in his first meeting with President Crandon and at his last. Curtis knocked at the President s office door. Dean of women. he Any thought. with gray hair and mustache. and refined man His face had lost. was a kind of the real Hugh Crandon al corporation lawyer.IRON CITY against Miss Blackstone affair. she smiled and dimpled. Dingley. she did not conceal her displeasure at Mrs. a youngish man. Curtis and John to Miss Georgia Summers. tall. When they arrived at the library.A John shrewdness. Curtis said: don t mind going over to President Crandon*s office one bit. it wore an expression of table. And then Mrs. He was the dominating figure in Crandon Hill life. singularly handsome. ner. must feel an interest in this case.&quot. The president now introduced Mrs. anything of ministerial look. president of Crandon Hill College. square. fastidiously His voice was notice dressed. calmly walked in.I . Dingbesides this will be a good way ley will not resent it for you to see the real Sarah Blackstone. Curtis s intrusion. John allowed himself to be led along. s presence. if it ever had possessed it. ways retreated. one once called him in &quot. ably deep and fine. and when it was opened. Mrs. Drawn up about the long mahogany were four persons. or rather as immobility behind w^hich some Yet with the a part of it. 37 made it more than a private one with a social consciousness.&quot. &quot. there calculating shrewdness. who sat at the head of the table. The other Though . I have known him all my life he was a great friend of my father s. and Reverend Mr. John recognized the Reverend Mr.

am sure that duty to the public is uppermost. chanted Dean Georgia Summers. President consider wholly a pub &quot. am afraid I we differ as to the it nature of this conference. they do. and before Mr. I public matter. He if paused. and why I can not explain at once very simply.A Hugh Crandon was plainly disturbed.No &quot. replied the president. is customary to con understand.I doubt. Curtis and Mr. self a public &quot. Cosmus may not . in the heart of every one of Crandon Hill s professors. if the business Cosmus was urgent. she said. Curtis.With your permission.It sider Crandon Hill College a private it is institution. President Crandon was above annoyance.I would like to speak before friend.&quot. but that these could wait. person at the table was Miss Blackstone.Then there can be Curtis and Mr. am sure they do.&quot.&quot. Cosmus.I &quot. that every It is my belief entirely a public one.&quot. by and not prolong the disagreeable controversy. &quot. President Crandon. he would retire with them to another room. you know hoping she would understand. as don t understand.38 met for the that they first IRON CITY whom John time. &quot. Dingley.&quot. when in reality. why I have stayed away from church. and have distributed tracts on the limitation of offspring among the Italian and Lithu&quot. if &quot. &quot.I it no possible reason why Mrs. Miss Blackstone? It is customary. a I my mem ber of the faculty. &quot. as telepathy. lic matter. member of the faculty should consider him servant. he said were met there to consider some common of Mrs. broke in Miss Blackstone. as were.&quot. Mrs. interests of the college. stay.&quot. said Reverend Mr.

&quot. though superficially estranged by the Foundation. &quot. had its genesis in the church.Yes.There were no charges. &quot. Those are the charges.Well. &quot. Dingley.&quot. hope you won think am impertinent.&quot. and should still acknowledge.How year?&quot. ask you a personal question. its connection with the church. point out that if goodness is depend sermons&quot.I is is the smallest the acknowl community.May &quot. As is the custom. believe?&quot. Mr. do you not think that you would be a greater force in the community. Miss Blackstone. Reverend Mr. I beg to remind you. ?&quot. many sermons have you heard now.&quot. if you united yourself with some church of your choice? The college.But Miss Blackstone.I have heard I five.&quot. a better example to the students. I One or t two.Apart from your ecclesiastical views. I I judge. President Crandon looked uncomfortable. was furthermore fathered by the church. the sermon of church-going. There was a dazzle in Miss Blackstone s eyes that John liked to &quot. I ask what said matters?&quot.Yes. &quot. she paused.IRON CITY anian 39 I women of Iron City. that is in the past hard to say.&quot. the real thing part edgment of one s connection with the &quot.&quot. Dingley course. &quot. if ent on hearing see. agree.May I &quot. my dear Miss Blackstone. but I prefer to acknowledge my connec- . of &quot. we merely wanted to talk over certain matters relative to your general effectiveness as a teacher.

matter that a teacher should do more than keep classes.will &quot. believe we affably. longer bantered.I thoroughly understand each other.who you? most I sure we ever thought of discharging think of you as one of our effective teachers. &quot. Miss Blackstone. indeed. Cosmus. that he should be a living link between the public and the best thought of the tried to do. &quot. but hardened into seriousness. in it by dis tributing tracts. I shall simply state the reasons as I see them.&quot. said Dean Georgia Summers. to the press.&quot. said Miss Blackstone sweetly. Had she Had this young woman outleaped beyond him? . must justify myself before my and Mr. but he saw the eyes of President Hugh Crandon meet those of Reverend He was Mr.&quot. Curtis. Dingley across the table The president arose. Cosmus later acknowledged that he was somewhat amazed by Miss Blackstone s audacity. and said in full understanding.&quot.40 tion with the IRON CITY community by working instance. content to be a spectator. &quot. for John Cosmus was delighted with this little drama. said President Crandon. She no change came over Miss Blackstone. and if I am That is all I have from Crandon Hill discharged moment. my am dear Miss all Blackstone. Boyne of the Crandon Hill Iron Works offered me this morning. said to It has been my position in this represent the public. &quot.&quot. and I think there is no longer any reason to prolong this discussion.Before I A am dismissed. President Crandon. &quot. &quot.Why. w ho may be friend. I feel r as if as if I Mrs.&quot.&quot.Then.Yes. College. you I am going home to ac please say I have resigned ? cept a position that Mr.&quot.

the face was handsome.IRON CITY unknown to 41 thought him. and her disloyalty. Rich brown face. As she stood talking for a few minutes with Mrs. flippant on the surface at Was least. sometimes the nose is regal. when he was away from her. As the days of their acquaintance passed. It was the beginning of what was to be the steps of the library Mrs. Cosmus thought of her in cooling sym- . College to him had al ways been something sacred. while the chin may be weak eyes and slanting. ex pressed. urbane. skin of hair. rosy texture. Cosmus was shocked by her decisiveness. warm. beamed upon Sarah Blackstone and Professor Cosmus and re-intro duced them. Clearness of design bespoke clearness of spirit. feature stood out in relief. she courting trouble? Was this girl all head and no heart? President Crandon. Unlike hers. fine features. short line. It seemed to him that the was striking characteristic of her singularly delicate face clearness of design. These features. mouth belonged together. Cosmus had an opportunity to study Sarah Blackstone s face unobserved.gt. perhaps the distinguished by one or are deep and large. and the Not so with Sarah s is a straight. determining educational values that were him? To tell the truth. as in a sermon. Curtis On something more than a pleasant acquaintance. every distinct dark brows over deep blue eyes. seemed at this moment almost a sacrilege. something to give his life to. some faces are two&amp. perfunctory regret that the college was to lose the services of Miss Blackstone and bowed them out. it was beautiful because these parts formed a harmonious whole. clearly designed. Curtis. immobile ever.

Child.If &quot. &quot. I came to see &quot. impersonal quality. her cheeks flushed. he was just as to feel her bound alone up the hill beside him. he found her at a window. but grand mother is dead now.You have come to play with me. she never practiced her own advice. happy been nostrils taut. to see the sun and shining &quot. under which lurked a more solemn symbolism. he thought. clean-limbed little brother that he once had had and lost. little girl?&quot. in When he was near her. which he felt but could not analyze. &quot. she possessed a faint.&quot. Often. I don t play with little boys. they engaged in badinage. and anyway. he thought of a clean-lipped. a vague elusiveness. Mother Curtis.&quot. But though she did not lack geniality or compan- ionableness.Will you come?&quot. of human need on her part.But air. uncanny in a woman.No. I The hills are waiting for us. a distantness. dare not. Curtis s. &quot. as he would have if he had dared to put his arm about her and move up together limb to limb. Cosmus sometimes longed for some show of weak Such self-suffi ness. She turned and faced him. She caught his mood. you will come I ll show you something. On their walks. as a result of her aloofness. Old Grandmother Convention you must never go until you have are going to say. spiring things far removed.42 bols: a soft contour. ciency was.I know what you &quot.&quot. Pleadingly.What?&quot. . a IRON CITY mountain lake. One day when he came down stairs at Mrs.But I want you to play with me. Let us go!&quot. a snow-capped mountain of Greek statue. symbols of beautiful. &quot. said.

&quot. &quot.Only he who has a boy s soul can go. you betrayed yourself. Cosmus looked at her.Yes.Then you can hear my symphony. and saw she had slipped into sir. she said.Have you a a boy s soul?&quot.IRON CITY &quot.&quot. silver sun- He was silent.&quot.Yes.But a child s soul. where every grass-blade shook drops down.&quot.&quot. . Your soul is the soul of a man. she insisted. her breast deep and full.Poor boy.I have a soul. &quot.My crooked finger. He held up the marked it?&quot. she said. &quot.There. hand.&quot. her eyes sharp and clear.You answer that.&quot. &quot.Where do you play oftenest?&quot. &quot. she asked mischiev ously. &quot.&quot.Wouldn t you rather go where I play best ?&quot. &quot. I just discovered that this evening.How did you hurt This with exquisite solicitude. &quot. she looked like an incarnate figure of Womankind. &quot. &quot. do you?&quot. &quot. please take me.You 43 me first. &quot. They went on past children dancing on a lawn. &quot. You can t make&quot. You re sitting as judge !&quot. home. Cosmus never With half the length of stride. &quot.Show &quot. They went out into the had seen such a splendid tonic air. Take me believe. she kept pace with him.Your symphony? Then you play. he asked.&quot.&quot. creature. I know it. She laughed. promise?&quot. seriousness. to break a silence that was not at all awkward.

from the poet heart of humanity. Sarah looked down at the child. a dirty child toddled up and clutched One Sarah s dress. Cosmus was not satisfied. when they were in the midst of crowded Cambridge Street. seemed able to follow him into ways of tortuous thinking. Her spirit. was not cut off. at which he left her. She had a kind of wistful interest in . Its upturned face. as his was not.&quot. ll ask Grandad Convention. but the allusions were always vague and impersonal. but that she had chastity. too. tear-stained and pitiful. of her fam ily. then bent and carefully unloosed its hand. she admonished. excursions he liked to take now and then into abstract knowledge.44 IRON CITY silently tramped to town. It was her mystery. She reservation. day. and At the gate of the cottage. and &quot. her self-sufficiency asserted itself. child. its wistful helplessness.&quot. have I been rude? When I find the soul of a boy that is gone. She spoke of her home in the metropolis. &quot. too. Was that the key to her mystery? Not that her body lacked vitality. a baffling something that he searched to find. that she shrank from motherhood? Was Sarah Blackstone but an Attitude. said &quot. with deference.I flashed into the house. may I come again?&quot.Go find your mother. Without he could give her full allegiance. Here. it seemed to John found him.Miss Blackstone. so profound. not unkindly. : mus. but he failed. there was something lacking in her. Yet. a Spirit? He tried to get her to talk about herself. Cos- They turned about. she retorted. of friends. rest and satisfaction in her. filled John at once with the most intense pity.

&quot. you the platform to take a seat. more sociological than maternal. though.it gerous with so many impending changes.I free. he congratulated her on her strength in re signing from the faculty of Crandon Hill College. first professor of philosophy in Crandon Hill College. students sit The negligently for the hour. now and then. seemed to John more intellectual than friend ly. or the scraping of feet. But not once can I strike fire.IRON CITY 45 many persons in Iron City. I know.in this first new field at Crandon a little Hill College. he asserted boy is filled with so many problems and is dan ishly. save for an audible breath. pointing out laughingly that He When he was still in prison and she &quot. he said. entered confidently flated perhaps.that I not getting along very well with my classes. he answered. Mr. there. she answered.I &quot. and was met by. Cosmus. mounted President sit youthful. Her interest in people. Crandon.&quot. &quot. &quot. I It began my in morning at chapel.I &quot.&quot. faculty are seated according to rank. It s a questionable joy standing before a group of people and pouring out the best you have on inattentive ears. The world is so wonderful to me. the and instructors down His thumb pointed peremptorily to . who had com mitted suicide when science courses were first intro duced into the curriculum. so momen tous with opportunities that I expect all young men and women to be moved at the sight of understand. she replied that she had merely suited her own pleas ure. have a deep sense of limitation. had no trouble in talking of himself to her. courteously quiet. She it was who told Cosmus about old Professor Jason.&quot.&quot. am ve discovered this week. it. he went on. &quot.

thing as beautiful as Wordsworth s London. if it was only a trifle. there were the towers of the college on the Bluff. two had made a detour and had come again to the city. and the smoldering By this time. an emanation of the and must be patriarchal in its form of govern home. cut by the sweeping river. Keats s marble town. as tranquil as factories. It was obeyed awfully humiliating. the dago shacks along contented Guy street. the factories full of restless. I students laughed. bridges.&quot.The college. instructors. like a painted far removed from the sordidness of daily life. I he concluded with a smile. Then he re membered the streets filled with busy life. some his gesture. she asked. you know. the gutters running with filth. it.that I had grad uated from the democracy of manual labor into the democracy of learning years ago.&quot. the red-bricked shops. I have tried to see the philosophy that lay behind &quot. The town lay in the valley. dis thousands. .&quot.46 a row of seats IRON CITY among the students. For a moment it seemed to John a dream. the cramped quarters for the negro.Submerged hatred. not without a touch of irony. it is a monarchy.&quot. No professor s wife would make the mistake of inviting a mere instructor to tea. smiling. and instead I find thought. assistant professors. deans and president eminence all rigidly observed. unattended. and I colored. &quot. Miss Blackstone replied. You. professors.Not a despotism?&quot.is in Crandon Hill life: assistants. I discovered. a few scattered church spires.So There seem to be six tiers of &quot. ment. with Sarah the only reality. decaying democracy. as youngest in the family. &quot. &quot. the It lay still frozen into calm.&quot. must sit at the foot of the table. &quot. the churches.

treatise &quot.IRON CITY class 47 feuds. when he glanced at Sarah. and they felt very near to each Cosmus spent much of Blackstone in the first don Hill College.Why. her quick accounted for both her charm and her unathuman sympathy and her gos was one question the significance of which did not strike him until nearly an hour later.Seeing that you are with her so much.&quot. small things. Curtis ac evening costed him at the door.&quot. both conscious of the difference between the painted city of the hill and the other. He immediately went in and asked her what she had meant. his spare time with Sarah months of his struggle at CranShe was an inspiration to him. As usual she treated him to a of petty happenings in her customary de She was one of those lightful vein of motherliness. . women with a deep. &quot. But one on returning from a walk. unsatisfied. &quot. Curtis. she seemed They passed down into rilled with the the town. these broken phrases flowed through his mind. Haynes?&quot. per long recital haps this tractiveness. and so he did not heed the inevitable buzz of censure that arose from his colleagues on the faculty. gross materialism&quot. and came to her door. She paused. city of reality . I thought maybe you ought to know about him.Sarah has referred so often to Sidney Haynes. he on the search of Mrs. and same emotion. you dear boy. social parasitism. and then added. maternal feeling. there This evening amidst the flow of Sarah ever told you about her friend Sidney that question suddenly returned to him. &quot. trod the busy streets. When was sitting at his table reading a new Single Tax. Mrs.&quot.Has siping restlessness. she said.

and he went into the country. she was almost a vision. Cosmus stepped into the shadow of the tree. save where panted the great factories on the edge of town. too. at He tried to visualize the great dusty. a patch of light in a large square house indicated that some one was stirring behind the blind. His senses alert. As John passed op posite. At the corner of College and Zackary Streets. the buildings tower- . the clang of steel on steel. All the houses were dark. as it midnight-waking. paused for a moment to look out into the night. Sill and Son blocks away to the north.48 IRON CITY question. from the great factory of R. past the brown fields and the brown farm houses. lurid work rooms. his in a mood of wonder. the blind was raised and a girl in a night gown. Curtis he went out for a walk. He stood tremblingly staring until the lamp winked out. her hair in two flowing braids. Just as into the Curtis yard a few he detected the figure of Samuel Curtis in the flats below. he felt a sudden warm intimacy between himself and the unseen workers yon mind strangely pitched is often der. John lay awake long after midnight that night. Sad and strange as ever. like a nymph s through water. down silent the dim road. He could hear clearly the throb of the engines. the glare of molten metal. The explanation was worse than the Cosmus was uncomfortable. walking among the cornlater. and it was dark in the great house. and After this conversation with Mrs. When he returned the city was asleep. Cosmus turned minutes down rows. he could see her limbs beneath the diaphanous folds of her gown. The girl was beautiful. He followed the lighted street until there were no lights.

dumb and quiet on the Bluff. Cosmus thought. mute their loyalty to the task. its richness of life. and a girl more beautiful slept than all the rest. . And he thought. Mightiness. the fatigue. But when he cities. the wonder. &quot. in its old chant of progress. its dreams. first comradeship.What is the River of Wires going to bring to the boys and men in narrowness. their dogged tenacity.IRON CITY the noise. their aching discontent. simplicity. he heard the wind beat against the wires. flowing on and on. New York and London on and on. sullenness. The River of Wires. And as he lay wondering. between the cities between Iron City and Chicago. inarticulately as waking minds at midnight will do. marvel of industry. its ideals. their He seemed to know the men. 49 the inarticulate ing up in the smoke and flame like shadowy shelters. suddenly thrilled. time their thought of the college. He seemed to understand for the He the factory on the hill ?&quot. he did not dream of factories or but of a forest glade. his mind racing with symbols. pettiness.

Gaudto fit into a drawing of industry by Fennel. made him an ar dent supporter of R. Therefore he could be his pardoned. said Every morning Morton walked through the office and &quot. he had been brought to Iron City from English stock. a girl was asking to go to college in order to take courses in sociology.&quot.&quot. and his services at the Sill plant were al most coincident with its life. a half cen tury before. that same morning in the Carl Mor ton house at the corner of College and Zackary. Yorkshire. ment that Sill made in his own favor with his men.. Curtis told him.Carl Morton. Sill. Carl Morton was foreman of the smithy gang in He was a type of man that it is good to see.our and he always justified every arrange plant&quot. Some inherited respect for author with a sense of proprietorship in a busi ity.CHAPTER IV COSMUS put table. when he was eight years old. &quot. A body a massiveness and symmetry and his face re finement. Mr. He invariably spoke of &quot.Good and got in reply a morning. Strange to say. . coupled ness in which he had no real share. Sill. Sill and Son. perhaps. He might have been figured by St. Of ens. Mrs. house at the corner of College and &quot. life of labor had given the factory of R. for his over-warm pride in the Sill manufactory.Who the question guiltily at the breakfast lives in the large square Zackary?&quot.

Good morning. And then wag don t see what ging his head sadly. the baron man is coming No one who saw Carl Morton to. foreman.&quot. could question his of a system. roaring furnace room with ten forges and pneumatic hammers that did the work of hundreds. a hand-operated forge to the great. he was one of the chief agents through which the office that vortex of mystery and authority worked in resisting the en trance of unions in the plant of R. he espoused the tactics of here.If is. But if Morton resisted any sort of organization among the men. he s a weakling that s all he He drew himself up to his full height and knotted the great muscles about his neck and chest.Good morning. Sill and Son. have worked ten hours a day for thirtyeight years. &quot. Like a hound. Morton stood for the railroads. &quot. a man can t work ten hours.I &quot. &quot. four three-thousand-eight-hundred pound engine shafts. he concluded. he and old Sill product were the flowers of the feudalistic. When the company was buzzing over the clash between the Railroad Brotherhoods and the magnates over the eight-hour plan. day in and day out. efficiency. industrial order fast falling into decline: master and man. amidst . and lived them mercilessly.&quot. The fine and his squire.IRON CITY 51 brusque. yet kept the regard of his men. Morton.I the laboring views. and I haven t suffered.&quot.&quot. He saw the smithy grow from the composition of his department.&quot. Morton never had had any sympathy with organized labor. he smelt out faults in He improved and improved there. he carried his conservatism no farther at the factory. Such work. Every day Carl and his as sistants put into the fire and beneath the great six-ton hammer. but not unkindly. or &quot.

Luke s. would hold her true. &quot. a flux of undi gested opinions. daughter.What Mr.And &quot. were calculated to offset much of the old-fashioned training touched his . a frail woman. Morton.Respect your bet were the elements of Morton s teachings.&quot. daughter. new judgments in religion these. tut. the second to Mrs. To him. well-tried &quot. He believed implicitly in Mar garet because he loved her madly. Hence he was horrified when Margaret came home from a party and said.Tut. about respecting s son?&quot.&quot.Respect your betters&quot. unreckoned with by the parent. Morton clung to. and the constant inculcation of a that few ters&quot. it never occurred to him that in trol complex Iron City a hundred forces beyond his con played upon his child. countless story magazines. the rearing of a child was simple. Margaret. maxims. had five dances with Ray mond Sill.I &quot. new standards of sex. too. and &quot.Serve your manners&quot. The movies. Carl carried his conservatism into the education of his only child. &quot. which in a way had never own life. much to Carl s comfort and chagrin. and because he judged that his own excellent example. And must be said that &quot. received the most emphasis. flowered into a leader of men. who was a recent convert to Christian Science. Reared himself under a somewhat Morton simple regime. and the last to himself. have I told you.&quot. Morton left the first precept to St.&quot. Carl Morton did not see the impish . innumerable associates. and the drumming of the huge hammers. to a point little sus pected by himself. and I think he is horrid. in an environment that might be best described as pioneer.52 IRON CITY the white glare of the forges. Sill he flunked out at Yale. commanding and guiding. it &quot.Mind God.

Old and an automobile. and saw the profound paternity shining in his face. he inadroitly stated that &quot. watched him through half-closed eyes. she went to the Rex Garage and left word that Carl Morton wanted an agent to call that night at seven. When she recovered. Margaret did not care for such twaddle. kept him from betraying his daughter. She fell sick with a high fever. Then suddenly she discovered her father s loyalty to her. When the agent arrived. With out hesitation. she again took up the question of the automobile. taking one of his rare absences from the One night she factory. and Carl sat by her bed night and day.Respect to the axiom rebelled.&quot. questioning whether it became a foreman of a smithy gang to assume such airs. but when obedience your betters&quot. &quot. Carl s loyalty to Margaret. and in a few days Margaret had . that he might nurse her. Mr. and an innate fineness. had belonged to the Country Club. hesitated about allow ing himself the illustrious privileges of automobiles and a country club. that he was on the market for a ma chine. it startled. frightened and pleased her. says you want a machine. Her father. Morton. 53 tongue thrust out at him through his daughter s pretty Margaret stood in his tried to obey her father in all things.IRON CITY teeth.your daughter. and Morton wondered whether it would not be an affront to his master if he belonged. yet she was puzzled to know how to encompass her designs. she own Sill himself. the way of membership in the Country Club. at one time. and found him obdurate. He accepted the agent s statement. applying philosophy to himself.

and the sing-song of the wheels from the paper mills across the river. One day to meet her in conference it became necessary on an assigned topic. And so it was finally ar tion of ranged that she should enter the second semester. at times he caught a glimpse of a clean slender ankle and the bulging calf above her shoe tops. deep within him. but well developed. unuttered. routine of school matters each was saying to the other deep. the depth of chest and the shoulders wide like a boy s. was what Cosmus thought of first in reference to Margaret Morton. Fire in form. undisguised calls. primitive things. John Cosmus would find She was in his elementary course and he often found her great eyes disconcerting as he set forth the principles upon which society was He noticed her immediately the first morning. the movements of well-formed hips set him to answering. . and in a few weeks the Country Club The mistake Carl Morton made was his daughter with deceit. and when she asked to go to college. largely because the Theta Kappa Chis were rushing her. Outside he could hear the water dripping from the eaves. All the time that Margaret and John were talking surface talk. massive in daintiness. The educa Carl by Margaret went on. She was not large. based. he did not demur. in not taxing That had happened two years before. The taut folds of her waist over a full breast. It was inevitable that Margaret Morton out. Cosmus sat in his office waiting. He loved to watch her move as one would a fine animal. IRON CITY mem her car.54 bership. al though to him the world seemed somewhat strange when the daughter of a foreman no longer kept her distance from her betters.

and they two lying close together looking up at the flying clouds. so mute. The same yellow sunshine fell through the dusty window. He watched her teachers beat in her lids fallen low over her were curtains to shut in the out-peering they soul. a sea that was electric with cur rents that throbbed and beat in one heart as well as in the other.&quot. They seemed floating in a great sea of pleasure. how exquisitely molded her nose and mouth!&quot. with impelling power eloquent. and a confused freshman In reality a man and woman shaken by the eternal whirlwind so Morton.You Miss he was saying perfunc- . It was a day very commonplace and drab. were full sitting there of passionate meaning. moment. spoke now in this moment a She. her startled breath moving the lace which fell low over a swelling bosom. they knew not that it was drab. 12 flesh surcharged who was Central Hall. &quot. see. if eyes as moving in unison with the shining water. wisely inattentive. They were very happy. at No. If any one had looked in at that moment. but to them how differ ent. a garden sweet and fragrant. a Norwegian bath house. He saw a stream and two bodies lips perceptibly parted. She seemed a different creature.What great eyes. language which he understood too well. breathing marble. &quot. he would have seen only young Profes sor Cosmus pausing in his learned discourse to catch his breath for a girl. and he smiting her flushed flesh with odorous pine boughs.IRON CITY 55 John thought. the same sing-song of the engines came in through the window. Images floated in his mind like music. the same harsh voices of distant upon both of them. the same shadows quivered on the wall.

nor close her lips. Doctor Wheaton put me in his advanced and I have had only one year. the psychologist does likewise. her hand on his head. &quot. she asked. green man ?&quot. Kimbark a see. sion. It calmed him.And thought she must speak French delightfully. his breath struggled in his throat. She at length rose to go and Cosmus with an uncontrollable gesture reached out as if to take her hand. &quot. then they lapsed into meaningful silence until they were conscious again of the inaudible world about them. the theologian. The words were flat and blatant in their ears. dear.56 torily. Did you know that Professor Palmer is sick?&quot. She just sat mutely When he stopped his formal discus calling to him. the economist.You rattle off little vague frivolities incident to life.&quot. and feebly tried to break the chains And which bound them. and harmonize to them in respect to one unifying standard. philosophy of philosophy. she did not even feel it incumbent upon her to take up his conversation where he left it.&quot. French is so musical. just in so far as they generalize are to be thought of as philosophers. He looked up into her deep eyes. He felt . his frame shaking as with cold. and saw her transformed. French class. nor steady her trembling limbs. Cosmus &quot.Isn t Mr. strange. He could not see. He groped for a chair and sat down heavily.sociology in IRON CITY a sense may The be thought of as the biologist makes cer tain generalizations about life. Then it is the office of the sociologist to take all of these views. making an effort to speak. his face hooded with his hands. but feverishly began to school &quot. namely their practical significance human society to our living together. Wisely she did not raise her eyes.

They seemed almost like a coil of serpents. She be longed to the dynasty of beautiful women. the light of the inaudible world still on her face. From some obscure ancestor had descended into her all the pull and witchery of sex. Then and true to another impulse.&quot.What am I abstractedly. prattling of dances. Her surface self ran slightly above the average.&quot. She was two women. and then he heard her light foot on the stairs.Good afternoon. it seemed. She stood in the doorway. be neath her lowered lids. &quot. Cosmus looked at his watch and brushed his hand across his eyes and forehead.&quot. she asked. He dared not look at her. .Won t Mere you come and see me sometimes?&quot.. he said. John Cosmus? . engagements. machines. John Cosmus fixed his hand. doing? I. but he could feel her heart throb in her eloquent with vast meanings. he experienced a sense of deep loss. Miss it Morton.. Miss Morton. and give believe if you some thought. One question stirred in his mind. he arose suddenly unsteadily.Why. 57 you. shutting down eyes on the shadows that quivered on the wall. and touched his hot fore head with what he thought was indescribable gentle ness. the inaudible world. phrases that floated in his whirling mind. her bosom tossed by her breathing. &quot.Yes. should take that subject. She smiled down on him. I you would trite it advantageous. He took her hand again they were conscious of . of want. said. she was only an ordinary girl. her favorite actress. over them. When she had gone. find &quot. &quot. her eyes afire.&quot. Margaret Morton possessed an unconscious gift for unchastity. you are a woman.IRON CITY &quot.

So she affected Cosmus. She awakened in him moods. This world was a dazzle of changing loveliness. and to Cosmus the most interesting man in the erature. And this time. charm. she ex had a genius for at and she never knew by what power she self Her unconscious tracting celled all her friends in that she men . leveled thrones and desolated empires. About this time he came to know Ezra Kimbark Kimbark was the Professor of English Lit better. his work was drudgery. sky. She attributed her popularity to personal held them. Some rain. She knew she affected them profoundly. How could he endure so much beauty? He felt stirring within an impulse to go to Margaret. They had met the fall before. she would have been as much shocked as her father would have been. isn t . If she had been called a girl with a capacity for evil. Kimbark. and Kimbark appearing suddenly. life a sham. She did not know that she had concealed in her a mystery that had undone statesmen. had taken him home with him. place. and you are Cosmus. his keen. And yet. but she did not know just how she affected them. apparently from no where. Cos mus had been caught in a storm on the campus. dry intellect sneered and chuckled over him. confess his love. the thought of Margaret Morton made him restless. In contrast to the thought of Sarah Blackstone. &quot. in a manner all that afterwards to the friends seemed dramatic. and elope with her.I am Ezra it?&quot. and field looked so enchanting.58 IRON CITY ran into racial deeps. faculty. such wild gypsy longings that life in Iron City suddenly He wanted to be off to another fatter ran stale. never to him before had the world of tree.

he was merely feeling the strain and tug of the world consciousness ready to pass into momentous . yet he felt sure that Mr. that only blurred one s powers. distilled in the blood. She was like some delicious poison. One day Cosmus received a note from President Crandon calling at tention to the unwritten custom at Crandon Hill that the instructors should not have any social intercourse with students. that he would Ezra Kimbark. presence of Margaret did not satisfy. John called He was frequently at the house to see Margaret. he watched with keen eyes. He who had not known women was at last helpless before this girl. the foreman said. of course. and fully aware of the weight of sentiment against his friendship with the Mortons. and his familiarity with a field that is alluring to every young man Big Business made the blacksmith interesting to the teacher. far from his purpose to impose his will upon another.our plant. Cosmus would be sensitive to the fine standards of the institution. That malady had to run its course. though not unconscious of the pro prieties.&quot. too. and he felt a tightening of world consciousness in the early months of 1914. Nevertheless. The He knew fits of depression. there began then that intercourse of minds that men of intellectual tastes crave and delight in. Was it possible that in this strange subjective passion for Margaret.IRON CITY Cosmus had known. Cosmus accepted with alacrity Morton s invitation to visit the Sill manufactory &quot. He had written Cosmus that while it was. But Kimbark was not an antidote for Margaret. like 59 in that moment. The world. Carl s poise and simplicity. delighted with her father. his ready tongue. He could not find peace away from her.

let opinions. he said to his friend Ezra Kimbark. scepticism beat in upon you. socialism. without finding in all that swirl of talk one authoritative note. and I fear that the very nature of our commonwealth for Seeing so clearly the trend of the world.If and he replied in kind and then and then quietly philosophized that the opinions. &quot.&quot. you want to get spiritual chorea. What America name needs is a single commanding bids its rise. &quot. it was exquisite torture to Cosmus to sit still and do nothing.pick up any one of the Ameri can magazines which purports to be a review of the week or month. counter&quot. Strikes. behalf of her health.60 changes? IRON CITY There was a furor of dancing all over the and Margaret. always acquitting itself? . syndicalism. and by nature being dynamic rather than receptive. it is be cause they see and can not do.an old mossback.&quot. unrestrained by college restric country. fears. internationalism. They quarreled. Some one has said that college professors as a class are the unhappiest individuals in the world. controversies. Did the analogy far should one be docile? How between a mother and a college hold entirely? Should one love his college as one would his mother. She called him. Cosmus intervened in tions. discoveries. because he had no other? Was education no great. to the keeneyed student of society were but phenomena that re flected like mirrors impending cosmic changes. hopes.&quot. voice in the of the spirit. repented dancing craze was but another manifestation of the cosmic nervousness of which he was so aware. vital func tion? Should the college be its own judge and jury. vast aggregations of men in commotion. tangoed every night. world peace.

rolling country of uncultivated fields and oak woods. and act. At three he was ten miles from home. however. hastened by the storm. but chilling to John as he slushed along in the melting snow. but he tramped on enjoying the wild road as it climbed and wound through the heavily oaked hills. of a wildness which exhilarated him. with the winter day. Friday. and resolved to shake it off. he took a gun and went into the country Ten miles east of Iron City there lay a to hunt. he was sure the life of its generation to the point not affecting He came to recognize of exercising social control. in He reference to a creature so much a spirit as Sarah avoided her company when he craved it so much. He was at sea. whom he had seen only occasionally for the last few months. Curtis s ! insinuation concerning Sidney Haynes. he craved once again the companionship of Sarah Blackstone. then fell upon him the blighting vividness of Margaret again. He felt freer the ground. when in reality he was but a lover. Soon after noon the wind shifted suddenly to the south.IRON CITY John s 61 reasoning broke down. late in February. Of Crandon Hill College was this. pretending he was her teacher. . in a wild strip of country. on an excuse to be in the open air. The morning was cold and brilliant. Yet he saw no irrelevancy in the fact that he felt a passion so low in the physical order as jealousy. and in an hour it was raining a warm rain for February. snow lay in a light crust over One Cosmus walked briskly. He saw little game. garet. and his malady. and stronger than he had for weeks than at any time since he had begun his strange relations with Mar . for he had never questioned the truth of Mrs. in this condition. Strange to say.

struck. It was Margaret. and they rode . her rich hair tucked under the round rain cap. perhaps. slipped up beside him. He was glad to have her beside him.62 fast IRON CITY drawing to a close. without looking &quot. He spoke almost sharply. and a machine. through the avenue of her quick instinct by something in his face or manner. &quot. who had come out to was comfortable and cozy. &quot. in the wiM romantic country.Oh. and he felt there.&quot. Suddenly there flashed through his mind the real motive for that suggestion. go to the cabin and build a fire to dry their clothes.&quot. he did as he was told. Tremblingly. You get in the back seat. must get out and walk. a cheerful honkhonk. with lights aglow. In the car it dangerous than ever in her rubber-coat. His face flushed. seemed to him a charming instance of her growing thoughtfulness that she had come out in the storm to guide him in. he said. and now he had it on his lips to suggest that they get out. but he did not care. heavy body against to hold it his. its wet tendrils blown about her flushed face. bered that when he had passed there that morning. when he heard a shrill whoop from behind. he had seen a log cabin some paces from the road. For a moment she did not understand then . I know what you can do.&quot. The jolt of the car threw her warm. and wrap the buffalo robe around you. certain of her regard for him. She looked more beautiful and more It look for him. He had not yet entered the strip of heavy forest which he saw ahead.I m cold.I at her. she answered. Margaret could not drive fast because of the mud. By this time they an impulse were passing Cosmus suddenly remem through the oak-woods.

&quot. he stood for a moment with his hand on the open car door. . when one wants to be?&quot. He stood on the road watching the red light of her beautiful features in the dark. When he had climbed down. e^en.I For a moment their met in indissoluble bond.IRON CITY home &quot. then she said.I 63 in silence. and walk.Isn car blur In that away in the rain. t it hard to be good.&quot. but in his memory was strange ever after. she don t want President Crandon to fire you. &quot. At the outskirts of the city she stopped the car. guess you had better get out here. trying to trace her said.&quot. in a spirits tone that was not strange then. moment his brain cleared in regard to Mar garet Morton.

and consequently he resented the monkish remoteness from life. it was no wonder that 64 . Cynical. the class feeling of the American College. of such modernity as to make it suspicious. and to assume the respectability of evening clothes. he himself was a victim of it. the abject worship of the past. he watched the life of the whole college flow by like a procession. as youth ever is when it sees pure idea shatter itself against superficiality and convention. he remembered suddenly that he must go that night to a reception at the home of President Crandon. As an instructor. He had learned much in six months and he hac! been disappointed. and with senses alert. Even at the reception. ladies seeking him out in his corner patronized him until he felt complete loss of self-respect. At re ceptions Cosmus hid his shyness under the guise of the amused spectator. It was good to get into clean linen. he was not a thin idealist.CHAPTER V V * * A S Cosmus stood in the cold rain watching the of Margaret s machine blur away into the light distance. He was made to feel by many of the faculty that sociology was a raw and untried subject. and President Crandon never failed to let him know in many various subtle ways that he had incurred the administration s displeasure in his inde pendent ordering of his own private affairs. and he was never allowed to forget it. Feeling himself entirely an outsider. Cos mus held low rank in the college life. Idealist though he was.

in .&quot. foul through Greek. numbed by the chatter against in treble and bass. as secretary of the faculty. assistant in the chemical laboratory. due to the and host gathered the men in an upper room. How many. pompously expa tiate on the evils of birth-control. once a respected thorough fare fronting the campus of Crandon Hill College.&quot. to one side he could hear the Professor of German denouncing the &quot. he caught a fragment from their conversation it was the Professor of His tory defending high protective tariff. &quot. he watched young Mr. as agents of the corpora tion. &quot.Masses. of were these masters of arts really masters of anything at all? The fact that the president reception took on extra interest. passed. smiled a bit cynically at the scene about him. to petition the city council for permission to close Dover Street. father of two.Whereas Guy Street.Music is word. as he stood 65 alone surveying white necks broadcloth shoulders.IRON CITY Cosmus.order thus to divert much of the overflow from these lately had become .to Professor Reed.&quot. father of none. which transversely cuts the campus. and his sixth tour to Europe. and announced that he found it neces intrude upon their merriment to transact a sary modicum of business which came too late for the last faculty meeting and was too urgent to postpone. at one thousand a year. ecstatically chanting &quot. then arose and read a resolution. Italian and be it resolved that the faculty sug negro tenantage. listen respectfully to the Professor of Latin. and the Professor of French decry vocationalism and Max Eastman. Cosmus thought. and above all the other voices there rose As two men Dean Georgia Summers love in search of a all s. James. gest to the board of trustees. expecting a third.

Cosmus?&quot. Mr. &quot. He spent five minutes explaining to Cosmus She also moved his plan of &quot. &quot.I was and she passed on. We must serve only the best families. Mr.&quot.Oh. said Mrs. and the There was music and of social felicities recital. Reed. professor of history. on.&quot. during some part of the evening by every individual present. a noble figure of Roman calm and quiet sadness. Dean Witherspoon was replaced by Charles Henry Clarke.We making Crandon Hill a rich man s school. . are directly descend ed from Jonathan Edwards.&quot. and you know the Dwights. were Dean Georgia Summers sang one songs. obviously disappointed. just saying to Mrs. &quot. &quot. and we must find a field distinctly our own in education. though often very briefly.You know New Haven. it is the next step in the develop ment of the privately endowed college.&quot. Cosmus was spoken to. discoursing on the &quot.66 IRON CITY tenements on the way to the factories from the campus into Sixth Street.No.&quot. must do it. Cosmus. wife of Reverend Mr. for in structors resumed. she said to Cosmus.perquisites and immunities&quot. of a minister s wife and the joys of having once lived in New Haven elongat ing her white arm toward him. We simply can not compete with the state schools. do you I not. a grande dame minus the pince nez. and then came Dean Amos Witherspoon. Stokes. had no vote. &quot. am a Westerner. Of all his colleagues. Dingley.&quot.&quot. The resolution was passed without demur.Schumann s exquisite heart Sought out in his vantage corner.that a thin lady in black with penciled eyebrows. Dingley. the new incumbent in archeology was a Dwight. . Hither flowed Mrs. &quot.

his back against the drabness. Cosmus could not see. How he could daily interpret the radicals of the past.&quot. It seemed to Cosmus that Clarke considered the middle ages a kind of Utopia from which mankind had moved forwards like a crab. Cosmus was not content until . and daily reject the radicals of the present. capital.&quot. Cosmus knew him as an incorrigible democrat. for they had appreciation of intellectual things. handsome. looking his part. &quot. he caught his words &quot. if there were Tories in the middle ages. then. Cosmus saw the president. the : bigger the explosion.lack of back ground in the West&quot. still wearing the mask of im mobility behind which Hugh Crandon lived. Across the room. John Cosmus saw what he looked to but it must not be supposed that he did not see justly enough to perceive the spots of color in all this His eyes rested with tranquillity on the young professor of Economics. The psychology of Clarke was beyond his com prehension. see. what was his ruling motive and hope? Was it true that an institution was the shadow of one man? Hugh Crandon. And Cosmus wondered what was the secret power of the man.The harder the lid is clamped down. To-night Clarke said something of the &quot. Cosmus. Like most men.&quot.. and even then.Just no he look at the state building at the &quot. he always thought of him as a medieval Tory. as if defending something. Mr. wall. beefy beeves rather than beeves on its facade the stately figure of Justice.IRON CITY 67 Clarke struck Cosmus as the strangest specimen of the academic mind. he thought it no wonder that the students were vulgar and listless. had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. exclaimed. they have carved raw. tall.Actually.

I so utterly a woman. Cosmus answered cyn &quot. never saw a woman who was &quot.&quot.Or laugh themselves to death at their s treason. I suppose.You here. &quot. sober. &quot. a woman.She mean Sarah Blackstone? doesn t. &quot.I came up. &quot. he said as he &quot.&quot.You re smiling. order. disciple of Dewey. I wish she were &quot.68 he spied IRON CITY little Professor James.That &quot.By &quot. perhaps. own collec tive unwisdom. &quot. s this.&quot.&quot. is You She doing great things at There flashed into Cosmus mind the image of Sarah.&quot.Does cy?&quot.I ically.Be were suddenly endowed with a sense of hu Cosmus answered.From me? is There it?&quot. with her self sufficien Kimbark asked. he was joined by Kimbark. know she has been ostracized by her own sex.&quot. and the memory of their fugitive understand What wonderful power she had to make him ing. strong! How he needed her! . pliant. strong. too.&quot. While he was thinking of these two pioneers of the new.&quot. I hear she the Iron Works. just heard Professor Clarke say that the Ameri can college is being assassinated in its own household. and yet so much a man. whose life had been one long struggle to interpret democracy and give America a soul. of philosophy. thinks too much.&quot. What Cosmus something wrong with all spoke with sudden earnestness. &quot. she puzzle you. as she had stood that evening on the hill.&quot. if was just wondering what would happen a faculty mor.

Ah. &quot. He must the wrong lay. Cosmus. On his way home that night. including Kimbark in her stereotyped smile. the red tinge of the factory over the black pipes. Boyne is not college bred. guarding the campus like the torch of ancient culture. he saw the completely. I suppose?&quot.IRON CITY At that 69 moment Dean Georgia Summers was &quot. Cosmus s loyalty to the college snapped There was something wrong. find where light in the Mather house. isn t it.&quot.Isn t it One would part of the strange they persist in defiling our campus? think they would move to some better city. she asked. Boyne s name with Sarah Blackstone s ? Too bad. . and up above. speaking of the dear good working men. You were quacking in his ears. and across the city to the North. that Mr. have you heard that Dame Rumor is connecting Mr. my dear Mr. the line of wires purling along between the world cities.

When he Mortons he found Margaret in the ga rage washing the machine. he said. &quot.&quot. and seeing him shake his head. He wanted to say. at any moment midnight or noon wherever he was. &quot. she called out after them.No.Little soul. meant Mr. &quot. you are safe with me. red jersey. &quot. Carl flashed her an angry glance. Apparently she did not mind the cold.A Were you leaving. she retorted. soul. He knew. as he said. what he had experienced the night before in reference to her was that she was a called at the human its serious frailties. Do you dance or play kissing games?&quot. she added: faculty party must be funny. Cosmus no ticed that wistfulness of figure which is the poetry of girlhood.Mag gie. Night after night. struggles and that she possessed something of that high spiritual quality that Sarah Blackstone had. He was aware of her vulgarity. and for the first time. she looked robust and pretty in her snug.How do you know &quot. John could 70 .Perhaps I I laughing. When finally her father came out and they were late to &quot. your party?&quot.I hope you like the bull-dog. day after day. meant Buster!&quot. Sill in that way?&quot. &quot. &quot.&quot. and Instead. Sill.CHAPTER VI TPHE was morning to take Cosmus after the reception. Carl Morton to the factory.&quot. then. with aspirations. how many times have I told you not to speak of Mr.Were you late for supper?&quot.

he ushered in the age of gaso line which made possible the lighter-than-wood and heavier-than-air machines. he ushered in the age of steam. of course.IRON CITY pause for a the usual 71 in work or play and hear above of Iron City life the pant and throb. office The . crowds of men. Carl said. John knew before he put foot into the office of R. that it occupied blocks of buildings to the North. Sill was re-forming as well as clothing and feeding Iron City. oblong. R. at five o clock. building was a great brick. surmounted with barbed wire. What was the motive power behind tremendous activity? Production? Was it food mouths? Shoes to clothe feet? Lumber to build houses? None of these. with awninged windows and a flag-staff. formidably to the world. and make a complete tour. Sill and Son that no man could take in account any national culture. on bicycle or afoot.We shall be visitors. Twice a day. seething under water. art and philosophy that did not find a background in the great industrial order. &quot. And Cosmus was sensitive enough to share Carl Morton s admiration its for this great throbbing center of life that stretched nerves out to the cities of the world. carrying moment hum dinner pails. arsenal-like. The answer lay in the hundreds of automobiles that lined Iron City s streets on Saturday night. and turned its high picket fence. the whistle and bell of the Sill plant. Until this morning that was all that Cosmus knew of the manufactory save.&quot. when he discovered that explosive power in When man a fluid a mobile energy which he could safely carry in a tank. streamed from its gates. this to fill and lay discovered the energy that lay in wood coal.

he began to curse so passionately. you sneaking. rapidly approaching them. and a deep scar above the left eye made him particularly striking looking. flowing down through jet black locks. Instead of passing he stopped abruptly in front of the foreman. sick. the college. gray hair. He was surprised to see that Morton flinched under the words and trembled. Facing around to see if he were attracting attention from the office. A single lock of built. but that he showed no anger.. well-lighted rooms filled with busy typewriters.Come. a girl at a switchboard near a barred gate coordinated the life outside with the many de partments within. Cosmus s curiosity was instantly aroused because It the man seemed drunk. He was a powerful man in a wiry way. This is Professor Cosmus of &quot. click went the gate. On Carl s magic request a ticket was issued to Cosmus. dirty. In the empty court they saw a man in overalls.72 IRON CITY In the vestibule. son-of-a As he stood there stamping and cursing there was such hatred in his face that John feared violence. yet quietly. not tall but admirably and smooth-faced. Walt. steel-like. dark-eyed. his intelli gent face was very and from his mouth came a stream of incoherent sentences. and slamming his dinner pail against the wall. Instead he tried to calm the man by ignoring his mad ness. &quot. like a kind of anadem. or pale. a tirade that was are at the bottom of this. kind of almost in a whisper.&quot. you damned terrible.You You spied on me. was here that a curious thing happened. then into a court. or crazy. and delivered. bareheaded and carrying a dinner pail. &quot. rat. he stuck his face close to the foreman s. that Cosmus won dered at the force of it. and they stepped into a corridor. connecting great. .

Kuhns the matter. &quot. whirling .A he?&quot.&quot. shrill whistle.Damn such a school as that is. and given him the walk. he s been caught Why can t he leave the men alone. &quot. and now they have caught him. ways shooting off his mouth among the men.&quot. it ought to be burned to the ground. As Cosmus looked out over the Sill plant. his name?&quot. anyway. not wholly untroubled.&quot. they re satisfied. It s We can t have them tampered with. several times talking union. he thrill a of admiration for all the energy mobilized in teeming center of trade. probably. He saw a settle ment of black. which even amidst the grime. John saw he wondered that they were white his white hands working spasmodically. al &quot.&quot.He his dented bucket. Colossal steel huge derricks in the yards belittled the locomotives and cars creeping beneath them. upon which trains were moving. Wheeling on his heel. socialist. and led the felt way up a flight of steps to a lookout window.&quot. meeting on its eastern and western rim a belt Above railroad. Clang ing bell. snorting engine. pierced by thousands of sooty windows.Who is &quot. entered the office and ex s been warned several times to keep still. low buildings. With that Morton dismissed &quot. strangely this single girders and resembled the tubes of a great organ.He s plained Morton. stretching for many blocks to the north.IRON CITY 73 The man stopped short. &quot. these buildings was a cluster of tall black pipes. he picked up was gone. belch ing smoke. &quot.What s demoralizing to business. and shot a hot glance from under his brows straight into John s eyes. Walt Kuhns.

Morton masks. filling them. and in particular. scraped the finishing room. comparatively quiet. glided swiftly from mold to mold. They entered the pattern-room. leisure ly. a squat stone building on the farthest side of the yards. and there where the kettles were a river of lava danced over by thousands of flowed from the furnace s crimson mouth. with its well-tended garden of trenches. how powerful. this time-saving device. They descended. ringing hammer beat up to them. when he succeeded in making John see the smithy. fireflies ing almost one-third of a mile in length (a corridor not unlike our national capitol s in dignity) filled with moving cranes built on a tremendous scale. like demons. suspended from moving cranes. In the pouring room adjoining. like gnomes in and brushed parts of engines. carrying tons of white. The raw material in the form of heavy ingots came in at one end and emerged at the other as living engines. How vast. molten metal. Men. . filled with the glowing stuff. well-lit. pushed tiny wagons not wholly unlike tea-carts. could scarcely tear himself away from the fas John cination of this spectacle.74 IRON CITY wheel. that wise utilization of natural power. giant kettles. Next they came to the assembly room a vast build filled. the core-room. beyond. how beautiful! Who would not thrill to great movement R. where they stood enthralled. Thence the visitor passed to a smaller building Here workmen. Morton was careful to lead his guest into every department of the business. his Sill been in productive cooperation ? a giant to build this with the be a part of this Had not sweat of own human brain? in There was pride Morton s voice as he pointed out shop after shop.

where they were fi nally admitted to R. What handsome see every detail of the intensely interest fellows the smiths were! How they belittled the work of the mind John s work at the desk playing with ideas. and here Morton work here. Sill. 75 get only foreigners can t its colossal forge room with automatic hammers. He suggested respectability. through this. advertis ing and chemical departments. Sill was tall and massive with a large and . There was nothing in his look and manner that suggested ruthlessness.Let s see the man behind all Morton led Cosmus back to the office. which they had met in the yard an hour before. beside itself with rage.IRON CITY shouted above the roar. cruelty or vulgarity qualities which have been attributed to the entrepreneur of Sill s eminence. &quot. &quot. clean and white and spacious. from appearance. she answered with a show of pride.&quot. swinging doors of leaded glass. R. John asked the nurse. He was not what Cosmus expected to see this baron.How many do you serve a day?&quot. The last section visited was the hospital. the shipping room. as if saying &quot.&quot. which the ready tongue of Margaret had given him that morning. Eighty a day it made John suddenly sober. to &quot. And the last section. its white-hot furnaces and Vulcan-like workers came next. It gets The had Cosmus ing work. he little deserved the name bull-dog. and a poise that put to shame the creature trembling and cursing. Cosmus saw it all the paint-room where large en : gines were sprayed in ten seconds with smooth coats of paint. quiet power. Then.We em. the efficiency.&quot. last year.Averaged 80 a day.

There was no no haughtiness. I &quot. &quot. know about Kuhns?&quot. the president is the gen eral superintendent. are the board of directors. lic hardness. &quot.I just another factory like this one. do you people up there on the bluff have an smiled.&quot. They can hold out. efficiency department?&quot.I voices. the foreman asked.Those fellows get worse all the time. &quot. I take it you don t.C&quot. and eyes not too nevertheless suggesting strength. IRON CITY head.76 fine clear. Mr.&quot. gave orders this morning.&quot. a college is lordliness in his manner. Morton ventured to add. Sill s voice. After all. Cosmus. The trustees. that some of my foremen won t of your men accept college men t in their departments.They don stay. I take it. Cosmus asked why. and the students are the patrons. have just one thing against you college people. ending in metal husky quivering &quot.You don t keep up with the times. leveling a look straight at Cosmus.You &quot. Through the glass doors John heard the two &quot.&quot. features a trifle soggy.Let them. you faculty are the business-get Are you all ters. &quot. Do you know.&quot. and will end. to This concluded their conversation but as they turned go Morton tarried for a minute at the mahogany. he said. What have I told you? Their efforts t are spasmodic. He somewhat morosely. Cosmus detected a new note in R. they are discontented and un trustworthy. desk. .From the samples get there. &quot. the of deep emotion. the time studying how to bring in the greatest return on the dollar? Now.

Was the sentence that Raymond Sill cast in the face of John Cosmus that afternoon the product of inheritance or training? . Cosmus that at once recognized old Sill s son Raymond must have known him.May I see The voice in carry insult.&quot. and stood marveling at the wheels revolv ing noiselessly through their magnificent orbits. this much John took in as he turned and faced the custodian. sir?&quot. This time more patron izingly. flat-footed s man independence. aroused to an tagonism. figure of a young your ticket. he turned sharply to the left. Biologists interested in personality assert that behind a single sentence may be an inherited back ground of special characteristics. Crossing the court. and knew This was stud ied insult then. A young busi ness mouth of mustache. Morton left Cosmus. emanated from him. a gold tipped cigarette in a straight line.Have you a ticket. John s ear was meticulously tuned to Looking up. &quot. 77 ll break them this way always. delighting in authority. Coarse. sir?&quot. His round. heavy man in a fashionable suit that seemed glaringly fresh and clean in contrast to the surroundings. the nose pug and strong. carelessly knocking the ashes from the cigarette with a little finger. who decided to take a turn about the engine room before passing out of the yard-gate which the workmen used. The two stood looking at each other. the eyes were narrow and shifty. a kind of worldly charm and conscious power. He stood coolly sweeping Cosmus up and down with his keen eyes. Cosmus saw a squat.Everything s IRON CITY We against them. tilted head with its coarse pompadour was without a hat. At the door opening into the court. &quot.

Sill might have married Patience Conway. he Falls. and she was the belle of the was a country physician neighborhood. Sill a good match. the first. they went one afternoon before tea . whose birth was shadowed in mystery. Sill. equipped with strong nerves. Conway. At Millers where the young physician settled. Raymond s a paternal grandfather. keen mind and a con venient theology. As youth will. She received silks and satins every half-year from Paris. no tenet of Calvinism forbade saga cious manipulations of the law of supply and demand. or the exacting of compound interest. seem she made Patience Conway &quot.have mature life and instinct for strong women. She had been to Boston to school. Sill paid her at tention. farmer. THE Sills. Mass. Sill the first &quot. found promise of a fair field of development in his profession and Patience Conway.&quot. pretty and substantial. had he not met Maude Randolph. away over 78 the hills in the doctor s chaise. a school mistress from the back A lands. who considered Dr. of Dartmouth medical school in the class of graduate Like many a second son of a New England 1843. Dr. R. and they drifted into a relationship that old Mr. of course. he left the homestead to take up a profession.&quot. insipid.strong woman. Patience Conway was the miller s daughter. It was a acknowledgment of woman s place in his own an affairs.&quot.. This R. wanted to force into an understanding.CHAPTER VII was wont to boast.

inexplicable 79 Then by some aroused whim. un unbroken tracks. In all that wild der chill wedding journey. He used to ride along the heavy roads. never complained. and married suddenly. leap from his . At Iron City they found Indians. ing until midsummer. Sill did not stay in Nassau. laid a basis for his fortune. which was called Nassau then. finally settling near Iron City. She never whimpered. but arose every morning ready for the far places. the doctor never once was disappointed in his bride. but went back to Chicago. some gypsy in the blood by romance. thence on to Montreal. a steady temper. and later became a kind of circuit Here he physician throughout northwestern Illinois. to Detroit. Young Dr. The winter of 48 they started west in a sleigh. to Chicago. and ambi tion in a country wild and new what could not be accomplished ? He became an incorrigible backer of Illinois soil. She was a strong woman. never escaped her sweet influence. and might have saved him from the pursuit of power which he now began. in sad. a French trader married to a squaw. through wolf-packed forests. December stars. stopped off in Vermont to see Sill s parents. the doctor s Maude died in child and was buried under an old oak not far from the campus of Crandon Hill College. And a few men from Ohio had started a mill. It to her until The doctor was a tribute memory that kept this he was fifty years old. With a keen sense of values in human nature. man lonely and single What share Maude Randolph might have had in his subsequent career as a financier can not be guessed. silent places. in the over dead of winter. Stay birth.IRON CITY to Attleboro. they never returned to Millers Falls.

That is an Eden. Sill. The malaria was in!&quot. they were incorri gible pessimists. sweeping his long over the flat dreary prairie land.&quot. across the shrewd face came the inevitable smile. Dr. through which they had driven with clasped hands under the still Western stars. to charge twelve and fifteen per cent inter est. he gave them quinine. They believed in nothing. R. arm The inhabitants did not believe him. he dispensed optimism. to the wedding journey with Maude Randolph. Doctor Sill. suddenly found himself an itin erant bank. and wonder fingers. when he was dispensing optimism.The inhabitants of Illinois were so full of malaria I had to do was windows shook. as malaria-ridden folk always are. is an Eden. if their conquered. And the quinine and the money and the smile won. from which lifted a miasma by dawn and sunset. later used to say. Sill had three prescriptions. . &quot. casual way. in his dry. ology allowed the physician. until. In 1864.80 horse. verted to youth. Out of the saddle bags came a pile of the drug. They found the land only a treacherous bog. he gave them money. one day in the early fifties. he would say. he would say over and over again. The long black purse became an institu The convenient the tion founded on personality. the fields tilled and prosperity reigned. &quot. all to ride by their cabins and.That death. the first. out of the doctor s boot came the long black purse. at its give.&quot. and he remembered the rich timber lands in Michigan. he took two important steps in his career. that bred disease and &quot. I went For these pioneer farmers. he found him His mind re self rich and looking for investments. that they never needed to call me . pick IRON CITY up the spongy dirt between his press it tightly into his hands.

the frontier so often breeds.IRON CITY He made never the ation she his first investment in 81 Michigan woods. He was rough. One night in his eightieth year. What a spectacle he had seen! What a colorful. He thought purse. already facing a crisis in his affairs. carrying the &quot. various procession of men and events had streamed across his retina. he ever remained an eccentric appeared at the best clubs and cafes in same old long black He was petulant and impudent. sir. on May 2. honest. He the same old boots. shrewd one of those rare specimens of the individualist which figure. About Chicago. backwoodsy pioneer type afloat in the new great metropolis. young Reverend Hugh Crandon. The college was . a prayer of his mother s ran through his troubled brain. hitched up the horse to the surrey and drove through the drowsy streets to the Reverend Mr. newly elected president of Crandon Hill College. don t like that tie take it off. And she gave him what he counted his right to have a son.I . 1882. first Maude was Maude to him. He wrote a letter that morning. Two days later. What a miracle to be hold a frontier fort leap into a world metropolis. nothing of saying to a clubman. but through long associ knew his idiosyncrasies and shared his aims. and on arising. or of squab with the cashier about a penny. R. his secretary. Crandon was post office for mail.&quot. and he married Maude Stone. Long before 1882. and of tipping bling him with a gold-back. Sill the first had given up He lived in Chicago a his practice and retired. he dreamed of Maude Randolph. to be exact. .

82 IRON CITY on the verge of bankruptcy. Iron City. and were active in tapping the a feeble but genuine culture. the center of light and culture. and a few mighty empire-builders were conscious of the vast wealth of this America. But in 1882. then. m . in the utilization of labor. Crandon Hill College. I that kind. and he read: youthful and about to mature? the And Reverend Hugh Crandon. SILL. it had served the good purpose for which it was in tended by furnishing ministers. Neighboring institutions had heard. was rapidly accumulating fortunes of the overnight million aires. Crandon Hill College was tottering under the guidance of a board of trustees composed of min As Reverend Mr. Crandon rode along the elm fringed streets. Dear Sir: If I give For God s you $100. Sill s letter. The college to adumbrate America s crudeness with able. Founded by the church. with powerful industrial aristocracy as he cogitated. and how could he unite the isters only. R. Science had brought new ideas and tools. and teachers to a was nation rapidly becoming self-conscious. that era There were vague world-whispers of closing. field of education. The post-girl brought him* Dr. These world-whispers were disturbing to sabbatical colleges.000 could you raise a like sum? sake don t blow about it. he cogitated. and of the leverage that lay in cooperation of capital. other needs and moments. How through could he re-place his present trustees with wealthy and influential laymen. an answer was dropped into his lap.

Sill. He quit at the end of the freshman year. lars. In 1882 R.IRON CITY Perhaps it 83 conscience at was the grim Calvinistic in Dr. She it was.&quot. he Sill. and worked his way through. Sill. and though she loved the arts and was a musician and painter herself. at any rate. married Patience Wood and took a job with the then newly organized Enterprise Pump In ten years he had di ing Company of Iron City.I set him free to make his own mark in the world. perhaps it was the memory of the grave under the oak tree near Cranclon Hill campus. He turned his room into an experimental station for dynamos and engines. owned eight million dol that he and his wife would die with out a cent in the world. Sill the second became R. Like his father. never gave his father any trouble. He vowed the first. of Millers Falls. he kept his promise. and Crandon Hill work College was saved. who dis covered his passion for engines. didn t know you had as much as eight million. verted the energies of the plant into making gasoline . he seemed more interested in mak ing money than in spending it. He went to Crandon Hill College at his own suggestion. When Dr. handsome boy interested in machinery. And so R. the second. That was only the beginning of a series of gifts. she advised him to give up college. the son merely commented impersonally. It several years later that he learned that she was not until was the daughter of Patience Conway. was an active. Sill told him that he intended to give all his fortune away and thus &quot. Father. penniless. and there it was that he met Patience Conway Wood.

he seemed born in the right generation. No wonder R.84 engines. He and Iron City and America were favored by God. Republic-Despatch. Then . he knew. in time developed a philosophy of radiant optimism. the second. also. pursuant of the common policy of consolidation. promising boy. taciturnity. to Brother manufacturers spoke brilliant him of identical interests. Sill. All this was in the first life. Even consented to high protective tariffs to encourage his lusty business. he was asked to swim with and not against the cur rent. session. His particular virtues enterprise. in his were prospering. Three Rivers and Dallas. he established factories at Toronto. and his wife had not ing up. talk with Judge Matt him on the Haskell. the Empire of Business and even the Religion of Business. the Internationally of Business. because they somehow arose was sacrosanct. thoroughness everywhere in demand. ex were pert knowledge in a new field. editor in his of the offered him space columns free. merely in order the government to boost Iron City business. yet fallen ill. IRON CITY and he had acceded to managership and pos Everywhere he found helping hands stretched toward him. Moving with the current. Tyler went out of his way to street. there mind the notion that business He thrilled with secret joy when he all heard enthusiastic advertising men speak of the Ro mance of Business. It was just after the Spanish war that he struck the happiest of his his black year. The novelty of commanding vast mate rials and men and the novelty of success had not worn off. two decades of his career His son Raymond was grow a strong.

but I haven t time or in &quot. and laid the situation before them. Haskell of the Republic-Despatch. not to perceive the These persons were rais beauty of Big Business. When he learned that business college in Sill s mind meant a department of stenography and book-keeping. to the &quot. first became aware that as envy in the world. and a son of a noble friend of the college&quot. could not serve &quot. spirit. little matter was carried through without a hitch and Sill It breathed easier. There were persons not to appreciate the sacrifices he had He gathered his attention.a on more intimate terms with the institution. Sill.&quot. the danger to ex new menace careful friends together panding industry. and he then decided that it was time to give the called envy. They saw as he did. vous. that President Crandon approached Sill to fill a vacancy on his Board of was Trustees. and they made R. Judge Matt Tyler and others. he admitted that. ing their heads in politics. he smiled. he .IRON CITY it 85- there was that R. as Tyler put it. expressed adequate regret that business man. A at least. so eminent. lost. after this black year. and an alumnus.&quot.&quot.very life of the Nation. the was such a thing which he second. he was a specialist. that Tyler ought to go to the Senate. he alone. give you five thousand dollars toward a busi ness college. President Crandon did not allow his annoyance to be seen. and they decided because of that The phrase. and all he asked was to be let In the first clash with envy in his state. Sill ner He was not a statesman.I ll clination to serve as a trustee. &quot. vulgar enough made. Sill told him. not to enjoy his success.

or he Long before would work in his office.86 IRON CITY and the matter was delicately steered clear of the offer closed. but he was not above breaking the certain that he what. a good citizen.You must go to work in the plant. when the nation. Raymond. yet moving narrowly in a little world. He was just a little tired of life. I am tired this morning. And he and Raymond would take the small car and go for a ride. by so doing he saved trade. After Raymond s rather disasterous career at Prepara tory School. Somehow Sill s weariness and sense of loss were connected in his own mind with his son. barren of great ideas. that career when it was already past the zenith. &quot. Then they had a talk. and make a choice of a career. and vaguely had missed something.Mother. he was a fair employer. he himself a great patriot.&quot. R. . Dingley s sal ary each Sunday. Sill told his son. In illusions. Sill was a specialist with of revolution. one of the Republican way stations in his career. When John Cosmus met Sill s the second. he knew not clung tenaciously to his optimism.&quot. &quot. He still law. he crossed February afternoon. a short. playing a large part in a large world. he watched the boy narrowly for signs good husband. he stopped going to church. He still contributed to Reverend Mr. He longed to see him assert his will. Sill became delegate to the National Convention for his district. Raymond was twenty before Sill gave up hope. Sill was a hammerer on the will. You go. he was a believer in thought law and order. but he would say. Sill. But he waited in vain. the life of from the zealous and envious. R.

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"Send

87
s

me

to Yale

instead,"

was Raymond

an

swer.
Sill secretly was so pleased at the boy s mani but stayed fested desire, that Raymond was sent, a year. In the vague background of that year only

at Yale,

which the father later saw, a woman moved and the boy came home. He did not seem darkly,

when

even to catch the subtle insult in his father s question, old Sill asked at their midnight interview, "Raymond, did you learn anything from those aca demic fellows about inheritance? Can some old an cestor from a generation or more back affect a son? Your grandfather was a great man, you know."

Wasn
certainly

t

R.

Sill,

the second,
ideas,

wrong?

Moving un
1

a Sill? R. Sill, the first, given the freedom of frontier life, suddenly expanded through native shrewdness to mas In a half century, he made and tery, into a financier.
t

Wasn

among Raymond

had he not
all

failed

to

see?

after

he treasured the

dispersed a vast fortune. R. Sill, the second, though illusion that he had surmounted great

an easy grade against no opposition. He swam with the current. Grandfather and father both loved power. But no more than did
obstacles, in reality climbed

Raymond.

Raymond

loved power better than any

thing else in the world. in the capitalistic world,
to

But he felt unconsciously, which his father had helped
forces

mold,

certain

centrifugal

of

unexpe^ed

strength, and he shrank from them and therefore fi-pm a business that did not offer him the expansive field of freedom that it had offered his father. To be sure, Raymond did not reason about the situation; he felt He was not weaker in will than his progenitors; it.

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he merely faced more opposition and more competi tion than they had. The only other talent, buried in the folds of Ray
personality, which might have swept into and made him a man was the artistic. From Patience Conway Wood, he had received a love of beauty. Even after she became an invalid, his mother still painted. She lay in her bed, a sweet, slender
s

mond

fruition

figure that carried the fragrance of roses, little sketches of scenes from Millers Falls.

making
"What

you daub to-day, Mother?" old Sill would say tenderly, and she would hold up some bit of field or wood, delicately tinted. always try, Father, to make
did
"I

but I never, never can." What impetus was there in Raymond Sill s enviroment to make him an artist? What use had Iron City for art? And so he hid effectively his too warm love of beauty. Raymond had at hand adequate instruments for the expression of his love of power and his love of beauty, now deteriorated into mere love of sensation. When the big Stutz was added to their garage, the boy was almost satisfied. With that he could sweep over high ways like some great new creature neither bird nor beast, drinking in color and loveliness in huge gulps of But even the Stutz did not hold Raymond power.
trees just like

Corot

s

entirely.

One day he was moved
"I

to confide in

Mar

think I ve just about got the Big garet Morton. Chief in the notion of letting me have a plane," he
told her.

With the accumulation of great capital had come machines which satisfied, too easily perhaps, the sense of power and beauty. At any rate, Raymond was a Sill. And yet, how can he who believes in democracy,

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who
that great sea of

89

has come to believe too in that float of ideas,

human consciousness, which in one manifestation or another, we call public opinon, how can he doubt that Raymond s environment shaped
him, and crushed him into that meanest of all things a parasite? Raymond, a product of the capital istic order, had become the chief element in its dis He was the great anarch. integration.
It

was he

then, R. Sill, the third,

who

stood there

coldly measuring

John Cosmus. And perhaps Cosmus,

through avenues of unconscious power, understood something of what Raymond was, in lineage and in effect; at any rate, he had an impulse to strike him as he would a puppy. But the fetters of civilization and instead he quietly handed out his card of held,
entrance.

As he
"You

turned away, Raymond said, need this to get out, Professor Cosmus." But Cosmus did not return to take the ticket.
will

CHAPTER

VIII

the engine room, where Cosmus had left Raymond Sill, to the yard-gate it was perhaps

two hundred
that distance

feet.

A

warm

blooded

man

could walk

in

about

thirty-three

enough for one, brimming his mind with many images. A moving picture of Cosmus s mind those seconds would have been inter
esting.

seconds, long with indignation, to store

like,

Pictures of the factory, and workmen, simple, child weary; Margaret dimpling and radiant; Old Sill, not as he had seen him, but as he imagined his face

must have looked, when he had said,

match the hardness in his voice shall break them this way al ways"; Morton, faithful and honest; Raymond, puglike, sneering, hiding his best self in some dark corner of his soul; but clearest of all, Walt Kuhns, his eyes deep and fine, a crown upon his head, but with cour age enough to rebel. Somehow as he walked ashamedly away from Ray mond Sill, Cosmus felt very near to Walt Kuhns.
to
"We

when he got

expected to be held up at the yard-gate, but there he found the gate unguarded; in the street a few steps away, there was a group of excited men gathered around a police ambulance.

He

Cosmus caught muttered imprecations and a groan;
he saw the
ficers

glitter of brass buttons,

and police stars
nearer.

in

the early winter twilight.

He drew
90

Two

of

were

lifting

a

man

into the ambulance; the other

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men seemed
away.

91

to be employees of the Sill plant. Cosmus heard the door click, and saw the machine bound

The workmen were returning slowly up the walk toward the gate talking excitedly. As they passed Cosmus, he heard one of them say, "He had the nerve to try and walk in what does he think we are got him one square between the eyes And then another man broke in, don t care, Walt Kuhns is a good scout after
;
?"
"

"I

"I

all."

The next morning Cosmus scanned the pages of the Republic-Despatch, but he found no word of a fracas Buried away in the court items he did at the plant. find notice of a case of the State -vs. Walt Kuhns, for
malicious trespass. Moved by a hidden bond of sympathy and by natu ral curiosity, Cosmus resolved to call on Kuhns at the cell. He had no difficulty in gaining entrance to

Judge Carr, who granted the order, and he chatted a few minutes, seemed to see nothing more in the incident than bad blood between some working men he thought Kuhns would probably
the man.

with

whom

;

go up for ninety days.

When Cosmus
twice at the

man

entered the lock-up, he had to look sitting in repose next to the iron

barred

window before he recognized him. Was that Kuhns? The light that trickled through the windows fell upon a face of singular calmness; the prisoner was
unagitated, and filled with a dignity and submission which were quite noble. He did not seem surprised
at seeing Cosmus and there was no trace of resent ment in his voice as he greeted him.
"Come
in,"

he

said,

"I

remember, you were with

92
it?"

IRON CITY
Cosmer, Comer

Morton yesterday morning.

was

Cosmus told him his name. saw me at my worst yesterday. It s my fail I m like that when I get tired fighting. Those ing.
"You

spells of

wrath are
;

mistakes

they make me

But like drunks, I guess. less fit for the work."

they re

"Would

that I took quite seriously
college yesterday
"What
"You

you believe me, Mr. Kuhns, if I told you what you said about the
morning?"

did

I

say?"

said
"

you wished

all

such colleges as Crandon

Hill
"Yes,

don t repeat it; I remember. I m not a col lege man, and perhaps you think I was presumptuous
that I ought not to judge He paused, as if recollecting,
"

he said earnestly, d like to make we do. It s a long story you he paused and seemed to hesitate. Then feeling the interest and sympathy in Cosmus s manner, he went on again. "Let me tell you a little incident one of the things which has made me feel as I do "Can you see a room in a miner s hut on a late spring night ? A man is sitting there with grave, thin He has just given face and burning eyes, writing. orders to the striking miners to resist the militia. It has hurt him to do it because he is an idealist, and
"Mr.

Cosmus,"

"I

see this thing as

"

hates bloodshed, and all these men are his comrades; he has worked in the mines with many of them. There is a knock at the door, and he says, like a friend, Come
in.

A

man

dressed in cool flannels, and a lieutenant

of the guards enter. The man is from Pittsburgh he believes as they all believe, that of the higher-ups
;

He was calm and un signs These statements seemed from him the affected. but he showed of excitement. lieutenant. am then. &quot. but that is not enough. courteous. Instead. . of that course?&quot. For once he finds a his satchel. he says something. of large denominations and gold has come to buy out the leader of the has his bills miners. he puts on his shakes hands with the leader. and enlist with you John Cosmus filled the pause with a question. no other Walt Kuhns burned. takes his satchel hat. all the time the Master calm.&quot. He is using strategy.He kept his &quot.I was a and it boy I enlisted in the militia for a lark. That fall I should have entered a semi nary of the Protestant Episcopal church. and goes out. a higher church. I didn t. 93 man crammed with He He is carrying a satchel price. and I am not sorry. the two men talk. was no lark.I word. he goes to the leader and shakes his hand. eyes of The merest commonplaces. they touch on every subject imaginable but not once upon the subject nearest them. has no price he did not even open his propo sition. The lieutenant of the guards stays. Kuhns answered. Pie is beaten. sincere. they even laugh.&quot. It is this. T promise to . Why doesn t the Higher-up get busy? Why doesn t he open the mouth of his satchel and pour its glittering contents upon the bare table? He doesn t.IRON CITY every coin. The higher-up takes a chair. he wants him to sell out his comrades. man who resign from the guard. I am in a nobler army. ! &quot. Presently the Higher-up and it looks as though he were going to open gets up is But he doesn t. he is sizing up his man.

It IRON CITY great to work with a man like the Master.We shall break them in this way al ways.&quot.It re peated his master s words. &quot. Iron City was Machines were honking. peace John Cosmus. a student of society. children in carriages. he impresses them with it did for the Higherhis and honesty. he said. Kuhns finished with a gesture. when the first blood was on the bodies that were brought in. all What he up. an obscurer Lincoln. He is another Lincoln to me. next question. says that each one of us is a pioneer. Sill as it must have looked when he said. the the movement is not sporadic Master does not say much when he is moved deeply. and the face of Walt Kuhns when he had &quot.&quot. Cosmus was thinking of R. shoppers carrying their packages. &quot.&quot.The Sill when he asked ?&quot. are in the van of democracy. is a holy thing to die Then he remembered that he had not received an . a man talks like that&quot. He offers no re is He We ward save nobility. &quot.Is seems &quot. it seemed to me.And &quot.94 &quot.Large? Why. friend. &quot. a Columbus. that this skirmish spilt was greater than Bull Run. he does for men. When Cosmus street. but that night as he cowered over the body of a comrade.&quot. after having seen the Master. the service. had life left Walt Kuhns and found the at its flood.I said Cosmus. for liberty. It is a holy thing to die for lib erty! When see. the face of R. was thinking of two faces. newsboys crying extras. all were hurrying and indifference. this war so large?&quot.&quot. past in prosperity.

95 &quot. indeed.IRON CITY answer from Kuhns to college ?&quot. pretty problem. for a student of .What his question. of the Here was a society.

Here was range enough for his cramped spirits and mind. amber-dim. peeping above the trees. for the summer. golden harvest fields upon which the visitor suddenly emerged from coverts of deep. where rose the capital like a marble lily. cool woods. green rolling fields.CHAPTER TN * IX first June. commodious farms. Burk hardt was a mild. little man. He liked to cast his eyes over the fifteen miles of blue water to the city at the side of the lake. not far beyond. near to the capital of a neighboring state. played ten nis. were his hosts. Here was the middle west at its fairest. &quot.Theory of the Standardization of Wages. self-conscious. Burkhardt in a Chicago reference library. were the towers of the Uni boat from the city with a faint flavor versity. or loafed with the imperturbable animals. stopped A at the pier before the Burkhardt cottage every morn ing to bring mail and papers. Adolph Burkhardt and their two young sons Karl and Gustav. but in the first weeks he slept. ate. struggling with a book on business psychology. leagues of blue water. swam. Os tensibly he had decided on this retreat to write his Book. rich with the hum of bees. of habitations. He had met Mr.&quot. and Mrs. John Cosmus went to Lake Keewasee. after the close of the year at Crandon Hill College. business and the world of men. he could regain normality and adjust perspectives. 96 . Mr. a first vio linist in the Symphony Orchestra.

it was then that Cosmus was most glad for the music. before the student.&quot.Elegie. the pro always cession of the ages. who pre ferred any sport to music. Cosmus in his cottage adjoining He heard the first breathing of this great song. Mrs.I as a buffer against their ardent father.Perhaps. were two young Indians. Sometimes in the midst of morning work was disconcerting. kind and hospitable.Sensation&quot. Cosmus thought most of Margaret Morton in such moments as the Margaret s wom inspired. Burkhardt was motherly and refined. deep beneath. the sons. Karl and Gustav. One favorite piece that he loved. saw a procession of women mourning. too. lit crinkly waves. passing through desolate streets of desolate towns. and often used Cosmus to &quot. can t understand Miinsterberg in Eng lish. Often before sleep came. When he had left her some weeks before. maternity shadowed it &quot. Adolph never played this save tle at night. Day and night Cosmus heard the scrapings of the violin. But he was generous. You see I must be more practical in America and so I take a course in beesiness at the University.IRON CITY &quot. Burkhardt s self-conscious effort to become prac tical was the evidence of his impracticality. and which he played well. but they always did.&quot. They did not want to practice. was Massenet s &quot. they had been on . His love of music was unaffected. or he would draw the face of night itself in his great sweet sound waves. he had said Cosmus. Sometimes the father would improvise little vagrant melodies that caught the very spirit of the place harvest fields. and swirling leaves.Elegie&quot. and his loyalty to Cosmus genuine. linked her with the profound.&quot. anliness in spite of her youth. 97 you can help me with this. placing a page on &quot.

as he would for a child. although Mr. As the car sped North past the Crandon Hill Iron Works. Cosmus was not happy in Iron City. He never A had any trouble in being direct with Sarah. He was glad to go &quot. she you a from Pike Lake. and Sarah for the day. She haunted the moonlit wood. . Raymond and I are going postal there to a house-party. evidently superintending the placing of more window desire to see her be boxes. ab sence only sharpened desire. fore he left. Cosmus. seized him.98 no different basis. The straightened. Margaret was for the night. who was to study in France that sum mer for. however chastened by the Still .darned glad&quot. her body must have slept on that tuft of moss his drowsy head must have been pillowed on her bosom. The earthdeep witchery of sex crossed darkened distances. After all. and left the interurban at the next corner. he saw Sarah at an awninged window. Curtis were kind Cosmus had to him.I He had asked her to write and ll send had given no definite promise. bent above him in the lake. and Mrs. in a spirit of banter. IRON CITY &quot. you know. as he told Kimbark. left Iron City one June morning by the electric. gay with geraniums. When he was in the city he sought out the gayest conceits. had been sending her postal cards ever since. artificial life shut down on him like a prison. He signaled the motorman. Margaret for the night. wasn t that what his changed relations with Margaret she had picked him up in her Hadn t he found the child in her? never since been so shaken by the since that night when machine meant? Somehow he had winds of passion. She had not sent a letter or a postal. soul.&quot.

the second. pondering on Walt Kuhns.&quot. which is the sum total of the thoughts and feelings of men. and sent them intact. Some pictures times he culled paragraphs from his &quot. Cosmus sud denly saw what he thought was a solution to the prob lem. She con nected him with the outer world.Here we moderns are utterly neglectful of the : most powerful instrument in the hands of society the float of ideas. penetrating Through it. it affects men against their will to the sub-conscious. and walked the streets about the factory waiting for the next car. Boyne to install motor-driven fans in all de Her letters would not let him partments. He plead some errand. impersonal. he asked. once he fashion. etc.I 99 am going away for the summer. wish you would. down on paper and leaf. she answered. Her letters were always vivid.Oh. etc. One day. mus Whatever whim or mood dictated. He wrote to Sarah Blackstone &quot. gay. occasionally there was a reference to the heat and the men sweating at the machines. may I write?&quot. they put sent. penetrative.. men sciousness is . Then he did not stay.IRON CITY &quot. the submerged struggle between Walt Kuhns forget and R. she told him of her successful effort to get Mr. and she replied with a In return she sent him newspaper clippings and once a poem which had pleased her. Sill.Theory of Stand ardization of Wages&quot. The sea of accumulated con society. They had been writing all summer in an irregular for a I &quot. Sometimes Cosmus drew to illustrate his own wit and humor. sent her a red-clover blossom. She flashed him a look of such friendliness that Cosmoment imagined that it was tender.

Once in a generation. the sanctuary of national faith. Indeed this great float of ideas is the only medium in which democracy can exist. the creative minds. this force breathes through a nation in time of war. should serve to usher the nation all are shut up peacefully into a socio-centric era) in their stifling class worlds.ioo IRON CITY become automatons. This is America s job. as I see it. President Walt Kuhns. and we see men. gasping for the larger spaces of a socialized world. the next great &quot.We are children yet in our understanding of this which is mastering us. without despotic control of press and school. fragmentized by scores of aliens. and the fact is. not for must themselves but for society. that when we stand for this kind of democracy we are pleading for in ternationalism. and class-centric into Sill is ego-centric centric.&quot. . is ego Hugh Crandon is ego-centric. the creatures of this Great Spirit. the ultimate world-consciousness. broken into political parties.When I and capital. The problem in a democracy is to let loose this wash of is ideas. but which great instrument. other words. criss-crossed by feuds between labor &quot. for the college. . I wonder how we can ever imagine that we have a democracy. look at America. (more the shame. &quot. now groping for a mission in the world. is from an egoa socio-centric world. master. The problem to get men to feel the Spirit in time of peace. fill The thoughtful. perhaps. too.R. &quot.In we may movement of so ciety. &quot.In this way we will achieve this democracy. throw them selves willingly into the abyss of death. cut into fifty commonwealths. the strategic positions of the world in order consciously to control this solution of ideas.

cheered ter. scanning the first page of the paper. my .&quot. the River of Wires glinted in the sun. farm-girl and boy were starting off to the barn with pails and a A man hallooed melodiously to a neighbor a quarter of a mile away. and He was filled with shame. where the wheat stood gold in the shock. Something of the loveliness and need of the woman became clear to him.&quot. where it was cool. . strong figure.IRON CITY Sarah s 101 letter in reply contained one sentence think. and he watched it mount the dome of the capitol until it flashed on the gold image of justice at the far top.Der When . she had written. the pigs grunted and chickens clattered comfortably. Was she after all often weary? Did she go home from the stifling office tired and broken ? He tried to fancy Sarah weary crumpled. and he wondered if Sarah ever needed cheering. He had arisen earlier than usual and had gone before dawn through the dewy woods up through the newly-cut fields. She seemed so selfcontained. The morning that the news of the invasion of Bel gium reached Cosmus. &quot. vision of her straight. with the general life of the people. . there at the farthest mist-robed hill. and as he stood. He knew an impulse to take her in his arms to make her his child too. He was here depressed.. his country. &quot. and with this. &quot. The sun burst up out of the lake.Your a let personal one which made Cosmus He got a day. the mail boat had just come to the Burkhardt pier. . . perhaps. In that moment Cosmus experienced again the sense of identity with the earth. He turned to Cosmus. Adolph was stand ing with trembling hands and livid face. thinking she was there in the heat. he was thinking that he had never seen so peaceful a world. doing. he got back to the cottage.

&quot. constraint hung over There was no practicing of music by unseen power of gravitation the whole fam ily. women mourning through emptied towns. &quot. and then he went back to the cottage. the socialists would save the day. he tried to close his eyes and force his imagination to see the imperial army like a gray mist floating down over Belgium every soldier iden tical with the rest. He consciously tried to bring his mind to bear upon it as a reality an event at that mo ment enacting. and soon Cosmus of &quot. including Frau Burkhardt and Cosmus.102 IRON CITY some meestake. the soldiers themselves would come to their senses in time. The next morning unwonted the Burkhardt household.dan gling at the same identical angle from each soldier s belt. familiar as he was with the situation in Europe. a tin cup as the paper said. But he could not.Elegie&quot. It was a dream no more real than the flow of images inspired by Adolph s music. were drawn to the pier to await the coming of the boat .&quot. Student that Cosmus was. . It was not the same world that he had moved so con fidently in a moment before. this would stop! But it went on. War could not be. still pondering over the paper. this was merely some gigantic cinema unrolling before his eyes not reality not the actual drama of modern civil The world was too far advanced for that. the initial impression of the unreality of the war never left him. Cosmus read as in a dream. heard the strains Adolph Burkhardt went mechanically into the house. ization. must be some meestake he said. the procession of desolate streets of war- Cosmus read the paper greedily inside and out where he stood.

and his spine-thick face. 103 boatman. But this was different. and arrive at a just con clusion. hain had never looked so small. coarse and greasy.&quot. They had to be content with one paper.IRON CITY &quot. Cosmus answered. Cosmus ac He could not understand how news from Europe had become so important in his eyes. mind around to the scholarly ideal of neutrality. something that the eyes of his host his Cosmus thought He tried to bring inhibited complete acquiescence. When Adolph said again. He did not have to be very wise to deduce that this war was destined to change the very fabric of the world. He did not answer Burkhardt s question. overnight they had grown cunning.ist their instincts. he wanted to weigh each side. and yes. this catastrophe. I suppose?&quot. one by one they fell back through upon &quot. she has been planning this for years. and then sat down to eat.It attacked Germany.&quot. Cosmus called out to the &quot. Germany will save the world from the Bear.None this morning.Any extras?&quot.&quot. He remembered the Balkan Wars in 1907. to modify Iron City and America.Dis German fine Armee. did not make the trip. to reach out and touch him directly. He tried to . All morning he was restless. &quot. a deeper something recoiled in horror at the sight of conquest and devastation. t it?&quot. but something within him rebelled. When Sunday came The mail boat tually suffered. and how they scarcely ruffled the surface of public opinion in America. Breakfast went cold on the table. was Russia.Belgium &quot. They shared the sheet in Unable to think silence. they were left without a paper. &quot. one machine. Herr Burkhardt volunteered.

he had time to think. Cosmus went back to the Burkhardt cottage. their cavalry were even ap proaching Paris. The next morning. a mile distant. she said. . Cosmus did not go back to the Burkhardt cottage. &quot. they had been into town but had been unable to buy a single paper. she looked up. now and At the Journal office he found but he succeeded in getting a paper.104 IRON CITY He abandoned tennis with Karl read. ex plaining his need to do some work in the University library.I to walk told to the city. because it was too hot. He asked Frau Burkhardt if she thought it foolish for By . and rode down town. need exercise. The lights of the city winked on one by one Cosmus was sure that some terrible thing was impending. he said. At noon he decided to walk over to the Boy s camp. him &quot. The still road followed the then he met an automobile. &quot.&quot. was no news. ing. evening Cosmus felt he must have news. Johnny. He wrote an elaborate letter. ten o clock he caught a car at the outskirts of the city She him to go. the situation on the Belgian front re mained unchanged.Oh.I wish it hadn t come. On the porch Frau Burkhardt was reading a German Bible. There turmoil. Arriving there he was again disappointed.&quot.&quot. and as he walked he became About calmer. to borrow a paper. It s so useless. walk lake. more dispassionate and less fanciful. her kind eyes filled with tears. or to write. mans were free to in Brussels Vague rumors were afloat. The Ger and some said that there had left the been a great sea-battle which Prussian fleet bombard London . but.

out truths to him patent and undeniable. conceived and written before 1914. One night before it was time to go back to Iron City. Day after . if any human force was guilty. the war after all? thought of signs. Ballin. But what did the war mean? Could any one say? Was there any explanation to be had? The force of such racial movement left the individual weak almost force cowering in the sense of his own insignificance. 105 of fact there was work in the library He was bent on finding out the truth behind the war. the war should not have been a surprise. He began a systematic study of Eu for That became his sum day went by in August and September. and he was there turning over many books and periodicals. As he read. the war was not inevita ble. mastered. German socialism and state theo ries. a book store hidden away in an obscure city street. and thirdly. Cos- mus stood watching the traffic twinkle by through the Yes the crowd was that a key to rainy streets. and the Hohenzollerns German art and religion these books were studied. books on German trade theories and practices. a novel of proph ecy written by a young man not yet thirty. He did not allow the heated current articles which were beginning to flood periodical litera He read the books that were ture. lives of Krupp. to prejudice him. that was Germany. which had but one purpose. the dissemination of radical social He . Germany was guilty. for it was fore seen by prophets. mer s task. secondly. three truths began to stand first.IRON CITY As a matter him to do. appraisals of German literature. books on German philosophy. rope of the nineteenth century. Books on Ger man education. an editorial written with a believing heart by a young reporter.

meant anything. that lifted up and the mass movements of men down. peace. for a right to think only of himself in such these signs. and the beginning of the new society? life. meant this : The The race is all. split These were signs that stirred. if No man had a year. the discharge of a college professor for fac ing his duty. they The individual is nothing. establishment of new magazines dis tinguished for radicalism. the tremors of the artistic life of America. the universe asunder. . culture.io6 IRON CITY theories. And now of continental battles which cast in turmoil. race the future demands all: love. that flared up and painted the horizon. comfort. Did the war then not mark the passing of the ego centric world. pain. the surge and thrust of labor and capital. possession.

&quot. rhythmically apart. particular. and they raced like children down a corridor September night. a trim figure in steel-blue tailor made. and a spirit of adventure everywhere. she answered. I go. but which could not be thought anything but magnificent.&quot.CHAPTER X it s you. that they had grown closer together dur Those letters so frank yet so imper ing absence.&quot.Of course. they found an acrid smell of burnt leaves in the air. step by step as two the exhilaration of physical exercise. and they were It feeling in unison. pulsing together over trifles. ll Her smile was reassuring. Through the fresh air they paced as if was streets. s great black safe for a background.feet-five She stood with Boyne could carry such dignity. a jaunty feather in a toque that fitted tightly her head which some called too large. suddenly as they laughed together over nothing in to the street. covered the type writer. they were strangers to Iron City s familiar and were seeing them in the light of a fresh new romance. She slammed down the rolled-top of her desk. a beautiful woman. The shop windows were interesting. too. sonal had linked them mysteriously. a great moon. They found. Sarah was some thing to find satisfaction in. the long rows of automobiles lining the thoroughfare were interesting. Cosmus had never realized before that a figure not over five. 107 men might in .

into a by-street. to which somehow. Mi&quot. with staring win dows. three streets something distinctly antique and foreign. Mr. Sarah said gayly. Its immense implications silenced them. take me. they passed a Hindoo. their olive skin gaudy colors they liked and dark eyes set in passionate faces. cawber will walk out of that door to allow you the sir. &quot. placid. Here were negroes so well Italians. which had the unmistakable air of twilight. still in native costume. life. quaint shops. yes. They always seemed to find each other. somehow. stillness. cues gone.No. Cosmus all felt and loyalty to America. an Irishman. who has married a Russian Jew. Here they found converged to form a a statue. Cosmus never before had penetrated. blonde Scandinavians and Germans. I know a German who has married a Greek .Look sharp. Jews and Greeks vociferating. large. intelligent. a Greek who has married an Irishman. alert less immobile than their wont. What is to become of the races? in that &quot. where stood were lined with dingy ware-houses. Here in provincial Iron City on Saturday nights was enacted the pageant of nations. She turned sharply off from Main Street. solemn-eyed Slavs. Sarah. again that nearness to the general life like a mother enfolded &quot. seeming to understand his thoughts.&quot.io8 IRON CITY in the . gaunt faced. swarming with shoppers. which the races.or . these streets triangular plot.&quot. said. immaculately dressed in American pinch-backs. Chi nese. no longer attracting attention.Oh. mysterious. &quot. mood in that passion for the general you know Dickens Street?&quot. she asked. dignified.Do It s the unification of the world!&quot.

and Toronto plants were transferring all their engine business here.Iron &quot. seem much affected by the war. Son s plant. fee. Sill and counts for the crowd.&quot. and that they were doing the manufac turing of shells we don t scorn war-brides in Iron &quot.&quot. and sat down . sit as long as he liked over tea or cof to Hungarian music. but that is all we care about the war. Sill in an public-Despatch got interview stated that he would not manufacture muni I learned later from Mr.But coat.This for a moment before in watched the throngs below jam is pay-night. Here one could listening turbed. She carried her own world with her. and her happiness did not depend on things. Boyne that his Dallas tions. &quot. the window and and out of shop and &quot. There was the joy of living in her laugh.That Sarah explained. their eyes that is being serious. It s mean met She removed her across the table.It City doesn t t isn really. chatting undis They stood theater. to which music and a Japanese waiter added a touch of It the outre slightly beyond Iron City s convention. Cosmus first became aware of two virtues in Sarah Blackstone. the first news came the Re out an extra. and I promised myself .&quot.&quot. ing as for that well!&quot.IRON CITY 109 inestimable pleasure of contributing to an indigent gentleman s happiness. was the only place in town which might by the most charitable stretch of the mind be called Bohemian. They found a restaurant up a flight of stairs. when City. It s ac strange how all our life whirls not about the college but about R. &quot. and Mr.

then they settled back in comfort. made a sandwich. we both are too poor at After that there was a little breathless silence while the waiter brought the tea.&quot. . &quot. &quot.&quot. s He liked her strong hands. &quot. Then she added. she broke a piece rain-cleared air.&quot. and he de It was He spised himself for his bluntness of perception. Cosmus. &quot. was content. She broke a piece of white bread. he completely harbored totally answered. And of brown bread and dexterously third virtue she was herself.&quot. like a mother To be in her presence was as a walk at he thought. in fresh dawn yet her imperious innocence was there to guard against every advance of sex.&quot. him squarely does.Do you know. She looked frightened.&quot. There was no storm of feeling beat ing up through him for expression. he said suddenly.this makes me think of home. annoyed.we.&quot. They were happy. Mr. doesn t it? One gets so tired of cafeterias and boarding houses. he afterwards rec ognized. don was a clumsy attempt at play.Suppose I tell you. natural manner.We play enough. A . &quot. He liked to see her eat unashamed of hunger.Let s not do that either. Her faced &quot. He was doubtful about the Who do not? He and she? or Iron City folks in general? &quot. shyly happy in a calm.It lids fluttered again a moment.no not to be serious IRON CITY to-night. . afraid that he had rudely brushed away the tenu ous threads that subtended their happiness. But she smiled back bravely. you are unusually beautiful to t night. then her eyes in man-fashion. it.&quot.

that if this revelation of our national life then America be a is a and a roue. cities by the sea. cities burning. &quot. &quot. Surely Cosmus He searched her face. they were filled again with magnetism borrowed from the crowd folk intoxication and allowed themselves to be car ried gayly along to the entrance of the Green Jewel. and an interesting story inducted into the mind with meticulous ease. like Margaret felt Morton. This show was but a fairy tale held together by a thread of nothing cross between a child sensuality. And you must remember that that film was not made for professors but for girls say &quot. and shipwrecks. and finally the last close-ups of lovers .IRON CITY 111 Five minutes later.&quot. led by the Modern Venus one saw the flash of her naked body like the blade of a fish in the shining water and then she stood dripping on the sands clothed in noth There were battles ing but her innocence and hair.&quot. &quot. stretches of Arabs in each other s arms. Cosmus said mockingly.but nudity somehow suppose seems no more objectionable on the screen than it does in the Louvre. They went in.&quot. on the street.I so. here was magic. I must remark. a harem with realism carried almost too far sea nymphs.If you this upon will pardon the intrusion of a sociologist American Night s Entertainment. Here was reading together reading of no high order to be sure but reading to a conditions. she answered. Ah. Dimness am^ music. On the screen.&quot. gether under the most thrilling kind of Grand Opera of Fiction. mountain roads. . in beach and breakers. bewildering array. uncomfortable. she was not piqued. were flashed processions of in white solitopias.

thinning in the streets when they came out.&quot. arrived too late for the formal address. brow mood. art that could reproduce the wonder of factory pipes In a world as it might be. saw outside the she &quot. The crowds were returned John thoughtfully.You &quot.&quot. virility and life and love of beauty. up to the lecturer for criticism. if you are in the high let s go and see the paintings. is beautiful. . living art.Yes. at eleven all of the pretentious bustle was over. into the field of art. after all. evidently Sarah his own. not a shallow imitation but a virile.&quot. against the autumn sky.112 &quot. but found the lecturer commenting informally on the they They The exhibit was Iron City s first venture pictures.Paintings?&quot.Yes. paintings an exhibit from the Chicago Art Institute. with a real-live lecturer attached. he had Sill might have been such an artist Raymond . shabby painter with eager face.&quot. Iron City.uplift program. was but a country town pushed into the pose of a metropolis. where the pictures were hung.Yes. IRON CITY know Margaret I is then?&quot. &quot. the exhibit as a part of needed Woman s its Club had brought the Iron City &quot.Well. and from then on thinned. was crowded with women. Mr. The last was holding a sketch. &quot. &quot. Sociologist. Of course. and I one of the two really beautiful women movies. and a homeless. see her often at the think she I ever Country Club. A ministerial personage.&quot. a helpless drooping individual with his wife. and Iron City had ventured bold ly. The small auditorium in the Carnegie Library. The crowds were thickest at nine. Besides the lecturer there were three men in the place.

The criticism the lecturer offered was that Dodd had used black where he ought to have used purple. suppose because he doesn t know enough to keep clean. and filled in with smeary pigments.. married a widow who owned an orchard in Michigan.Yes. and worked at &quot. They sought him out and Cosmus was introduced. &quot.IRON CITY touched Cosmus Silly Dodd. John saw the sketch.I Sill s plant until they put in the efficiency system. on wall-paper with colors bought at Woolpainting worth s!&quot. he preferred to paint them.&quot. Dodd s whole life has been one long Think of passionate pursuit of a spiritual ideal. he worked with Charles Francis Browne . Spanish War. but Dodd wouldn t pick apple apples.Why Sarah. &quot. I suppose Dodd is the I suppose moth least desirable person in Iron City. he had any training?&quot. there was something feeble and underfed about his person. I laugh yet when I think of what that marriage must have been. Dodd spoke thickly and indistinctly. Dodd isn t a success.But. sir. It was done on a piece of wall-paper with pencil.Has &quot. I had no purple.&quot. and she sent him about his business. but I find him interest He won t work. some thing feeble in his manner. &quot. ers hold him up as the pattern of shame to their chil dren. He was married once.Oh. &quot. I want you to meet She meant the painter. They tell me he was in the ing. John inquired of when they were in the street again. had the yellow. do they call him Silly?&quot. but no intimation of im becility. 113 s arm. and yet.

pinned it snugly.D. lose one s love of freedom.&quot. Carloads of shoppers passed them.&quot. here was Sarah took a pin from her hat and rolling her up around her white throat.Iron City must stifle him. must be no picnic for Dodd to be so impractical when every one around him is so practical.True. is very nice of you to say that. never get old. fascinated. it years ago. the remoteness of the skies and the vastness of the world. they sat bench. strong. But they had lost none of their sense of comradeship. They were loth to go in . Every move of hers was decisive. but when he .&quot. Suppose he were a great artist ? be just the same for him in Iron City They had lost their gayety. She knew collar well how to take care of herself.&quot.I suppose when one &quot. &quot. The air was sharper. the newly erected statue of R. and the streets were emptying. it When she spoke. Silence did not bother them.You ll &quot. I That she would get old seemed preposterous don t know what it is.It was of Dodd again. he told her.&quot. &quot. she paused. folk intoxication had gone with the crowd. They were aware of the expansive night.. and the pity of it is. &quot. but already I feel that I have missed something. one is old. Sill. to him. John watched her. like She a child.a 14 IRON CITY Wouldn t ?&quot. They drifted homeward. the church and money-getting are great It must be terrible to conspiracies against freedom. &quot. In the Park where a few leaves were fluttering down over down on a peace. I sometimes think that the school. M.It does. after a time. A note of wistfulness had seemed reaching out to him crept into her voice.&quot.

could not need him. and I have never touched even her little finger. Like many another modern woman. her eyes. throat and hair.Funny. She was a refuge. and slept soundly. he walked along beside her was few steps in the vast moonlight seemed to him like a benediction. but it wasn t quite authentic. her lips.&quot. &quot. said. At the gate. Such a reputation must have come with her up from childhood. serious.IRON CITY 115 looked at her she was marble. As far back as she could remember. he didn t see her outstretched hand in time. In bed he fell asleep quickly. She sat in the dark by the window and watched the moonlight. Cosmus was not ready to go in. Then he laughed. self-willed little miss. Cosmus was happy. Sarah was a man s woman. &quot. they parted quickly. but never succeeded. When she was two years old her father had died.A . then embarrassed by his blindness she went into the house without a word. Her clean-cut beauty was remote. for little Sarah began building up an outer armament of steel. She envied the fathers of the other girls and shyly tried to adopt one. but he did not say The last content.&quot. As Ezra Kim- bark had said. her presence seemed everywhere round him. his absence made her heart ache. She did not. so. she had acquired that reputation because she let her mind rule her heart. She turned back as if to shake hands. Even her mother did not know how she missed him.There. Sarah did not sleep. they &quot. She was to be respected. He She failed to answer I her. And when she said that a barrier closed between them and she arose and started home.&quot. and I had promised not to be serious. not loved as men love women. her charm was power. but not before he had time to think. adored.

sister will be safe down there. locked up the child she and riveted another layer of steel about her clinging womanhood. She built together fragmentary impres sions of him until she had a preternatural grasp upon his personality. The two of them. but such a fleshless parent did not answer her need. When Sarah was seventeen. She sat with white Then she silenced face and did not weep for days. Sarah never fitted into the They never understood her and machinery of the household. and teaching had brought on a slow disease. Sarah was forced to live with strangers. her mother death did not come suddenly. Sarah and her mother. On rainy afternoons she often went up to the attic to the big trunk. To. It frightened Sarah. &quot. but slowly and cruelly. . you will be just like my own little girls.n6 IRON CITY called her. somehow. It was a wild. for Sarah is just grown-up and assumes responsibility with de her death-bed Mrs. in the last three years of her life had moved from sanitarium to sanitarium.Oh. and to assume mature duties when all the time her child s heart was crying for understanding. a letter to be opened after the funeral. &quot. Sarah could not recall those days now like a On without pain. Blackstone gave Sarah light. passionate cry such as only a stricken mother could have made. and although he said. from east to west seeking a hopeless relief. She went to live with the uncle in Cleveland. Blackstone had taught school for fifteen years after her husband s death. was in a dungeon her heart. she suffered much. and looked over her father s photographs. Mrs.&quot. said.Dear.&quot. who had five daughters. The child s uncle in Cleveland when mother and daughter were at San Antonio. her mother died.

but it was his inflammable idealism. &quot. but was it calculated to save her from dying inwardly.&quot. She had had a broader experience than his.&quot.IRON CITY &quot. took a course in economics and college.Sarah Blackstone will be a great dean in five years. just as much as Margaret Morton was unconscious of the mystery them. her interest in and knowl edge of other persons.&quot. distinguished herself in debate. and she played tennis with exceptional vigor. and she knew that idealism and faith in an age of agnosticism were all too uncommon. She was blind to that quality of : de-&amp. fathering. as she had told Cosmus she was afraid she would? With all her perspicacity. and became the leader of her girl. his faith in life which attracted her. all-around Men did not care much though not quite that. She considered him but a boy. In business. which she craved. . hers. no doubt. she never seemed to need them. Sarah Blackstone did not know what she lacked. She was the for her \ &amp. They counted her their pal. that allured She sat at the window a long time and thought of John Cosmus.lt. set. but popular differently.She 117 is independent. When she re ceived her master s degree the president said &quot.she doesn t need so Sarah at nineteen was just a little unwomanly that is unlike most women with a vein of cynicism running deep.gt. and an atheistic bent. She could feat them at their own peculiar game of logic. which held men off. if she had not run counter to the artificial thinking of Reverend Mr. At she history. She was popular with them. Crandon. So she would have been. she found the contact with liv ing reality. much And the uncle said. eschewed belles-letters.

life silver flesh. stood gulping in a deep draught of air. maid. don t care.n8 When cast IRON CITY she finally arose. and a blush dyed her within her. threw open all the windows.I suppose I am But she did not just a natural-born old sigh.&quot. Her heart fluttered in her throat.&quot. &quot.I then added. she turned off the light. and power beat up from unprobed depths. she thought. What she saw did not displease her. and &quot. then jumped into bed and slept. I am not scrawny. she did not undress in the She turned on the light. . and dark as was her wont. Something stirred Inflammable youth tingled in her veins. little sly glances at herself in the glass. Then laughing.

for she was languorous. From off the room a bath with showers was elaborately appointed.IVf *&quot. of course. soft curtains. with handsomely waxed. Carl had. she had asked him to allow her to re model and decorate two rooms under her own super vision. She had a sense of warmth and well-being. She was not thinking of any one or anything. Margaret sent for a contractor. ARGARET MORTON sat at her dressing table. doors and had the woodwork finished in white. she managed to throw over the rooms the air of sweetness and refinement. and sat in her flowered kimono before her dressing table. pre She hung mahogany viously covered with carpet. Her ideas for the room she had gotten from a house at Pike Lake. where she had gone to a house party. a few rich rugs. It was a bother to doing nothing in particular. Raymond. Margaret had just emerged from the shower. She had bought her furniture at Field s one day. think. soft pine. consented. Ideas refused to climb up above .CHAPTER XI &quot. She was waiting for they were to drive over to Spotswood for supper. now laid over the old. a few pieces of bird s-eye maple which to her seemed very fine. Her room was the most luxurious in the great Soon after she had won the old-fashioned house. when she was in the city. and return in the October dusk. The shower must have been a little too warm. and had hardwood floors. automobile and the membership to the country club from her father.

&quot. the per and of the shapely arms. alert.120 the threshold of IRON CITY consciousness. fumbled in a jewel case and produced a . She knit her brows.&quot. my luck tails. From an array of dresses. and set. she selected two. dingy copper &quot. her hands above her head. The penny struck the head of the bed. How I love old rose. Which should she wear? She moved back to the dressing table. tossed. rehearsal. all beautiful. be here. &quot. She for rose. She brushed her nails languorously then she trailed across the room.&quot. She could peep out beneath the lashes. &quot. comfortable. press. Lavender always becomes me.&quot. expression after expression.Heads cent. her lashes drooped again she was all rosy in her dream. she saw how long and dark the lashes were. smiled child. silk I shall I she thought. with satisfaction. and opened a wardrobe door. rolled across the floor. must is. These she laid fastidiously on the bed and stood pondering. then laughed. all satisfactory to her. tails for lavender. but did not touch her cheek. but her hand stopped midway in the act. a lavender and an old rose.I It must have been a dress. her senses ness of the little room. and opened a scented box. for she laughed out loud like a fect curve of the lips. drinking in all the sweet .Raymond will soon put a patch on to-day? How soft wonder if Professor Cosmus is in town. Then she sank back again into relaxation warm. tossed her head and put the lavender dress back into the . the sleeves falling back from her lovely arms. She the dimples came.Just spun awkwardly. Her lids drooped down over her eyes.&quot. She took up a silver file. in defiance. She tried posture after posture.

The spire rose like a carved needle into the sky. Raymond s here. I find the last Cosmopolitan under the pillow on the davenport.&quot. Tell him I ll be down in three minutes. Margaret crossed herself de Then her eyes closed in a dream again. stroked down to ten miles. he was Raymond Sill and ! And the out of her then John Cosmus. Outside the big Stutz still panted impatiently.&quot. her eyes all mirth. Luke s.IRON CITY [121 She sat at the edge of the bed. and the gaping windows seemed like beautiful slits the shears had made in the lovely granite fabric.Oh.&quot. Margaret came down stairs in the old rose dress. her eyes caught by something out of the windoAV.Already? &quot. &quot. By chance revelation some . it was followed by a score of machines all glistening. first. whose face was not clear. m And in twenty minutes. saw the church finished ready for a bridal party. Up the steps The dream was interrupted by her mother s voice. trary to all precedent it was hung with flowers a lim ousine drew up at the church. from the first. &quot. was there ever such a lovely bride? from the groom As he gleamed and danced in and dreams. more wonderful per sonage. the new St. They rested on an uncompleted Gothic church. Morton. a new awning led from the curbing to the door. Mother. Tell him he ll no. holding a silk stock ing listlessly.Maggie. Morton was the kind of woman who was ad mirable for her insincerity. Raymond sat on the davenport with the in his magazine to Mrs. she voutly. almost dressed. hand talking Mrs. looking like a sportsman in his neat tweed. I help you?&quot. a beautiful girl alighted there was a gasp crowd. con . or some mysterious.Can &quot.

&quot. It was good to hear her not for sense but for music. No doubt. off. watch. and had at once decided to build herself over. right. years before she had suddenly seen what she really was. not attained. secret spring of energy but melodiously.All mad. Some seemed to supply her with a superabundance of spirits which no reserve could hold in check. I dreamed that I was walking along College Street. hurt and frightened by life. or something don t for With that. Though she was timid. anything but strong or well. There was an Morton that was irrepressible gayety about Margaret wholly natural. But wasn t all this feigning ad mirable. She was saying to Raymond &quot.&quot. she talked volubly. they were get your Christian Science. preferring to keep silent.Now children I shall expect you back is a quarter of five. too. and will not have to &quot.You can t guess what I dreamed last night. she preferred to boast of her good-health.it drive like &quot.but if the machine should break down.&quot. &quot. such a fine : . and shaking their heads. She laughed and talked ceaselessly. and I saw men and girls staring at me. and giggled.&quot. she examined her wrist &quot. replied Margaret. They whispered. she sought to appear aggres sive something of the executive. Finally I heard one say gloomily what a shame. when she was thereby improving nature s handiwork ? let s see.122 IRON CITY. You will not one minute later than eight o clock. Mother. have plenty of time even then. she pretended that she was strong and un afraid. this was one of her great points of attractiveness.

Though he was not unsusceptible to her charms.You s that?&quot.&quot. She de That was the joy in these trips lighted in attention. Raymond drove like mad. &quot. stick so close to &quot. too. he would let his arm drop on her shoulder and she would let it rest there. Raymond To her there was a thrill in drop a cluster of human habitations.What do you think of me as a Phi Beta?&quot. and to sweep through the streets with the gaze of all the inhabitants upon the strange machine. Mag?&quot. Professor he s not rude to me Cosmus. and all and now she is a grind/ Margaret s voice trilled off into laughter. and wooded hills. theirs was not . and pointed out a field or glade.I &quot. She ping liked best to dash through villages. so swiftly that the houses seemed to leap to the eyes. She was playing the grand lady grandly.Anyway. Spotswood lay twenty miles west over good roads. some stretch of painted woods. that.How &quot.&quot. thought you wanted to be.IRON CITY girl. Sometimes he slowed down to a walk. or farmhouse that she might have missed. as they corner.You ll kill yourself some day.&quot. &quot. &quot. in his ear.&quot. &quot. Raymond seemed touched by the beauty of the autumn to take the down upon world more often than she. 123 could go with any man she pleased.Why not?&quot. like you are. and around a in an auto.A hunch is a hunch. you know. through a region of quiet farms. for her.&quot. hills. It was at such moments that Raymond felt nearest to Margaret. 1 &quot. &quot.Not swerved down a Margaret shrieked hill. she pouted. Just can t do it.

impassioned. &quot.&quot. she liked the air it gave her. They lingered long over their meal these two young hearts. Raymond always slackened speed a trifle.&quot. Mar garet felt free and strong. glanced at his watch. was one she said.The House that Lin coln Chose. excitement. collision with a wagon. He Once they narrowly once they would have missed capsized in a ditch had it not been for Raymond s cool twist of the wheel. the pretty. &quot.124 IR in childhood s N CITY it that had and had thus far begun comradeship Raymond gave her stopped at reciprocal interests. Soon they were careening over the star-lit roads. Spotswood reached at sundown. &quot. she gave him gayety. They hurried into the dining room.we ve just got to go home by way of Trinway.. the last red of the sun had died at the end of the street.&quot. they found the Spotswood House. Why should they go in ? She loved the night the flight through its mystery on winged wheels. When they came out upon the hotel piazza. finding joy in pretending that they were worldtravelers. thrilling. She could go on like this forever. It was nearly seven. the world of war and struggle that lay behind the gloomy embers. which they were watching in the west. He looked at Mar garet. a hotel that tried to capitalize its dingy antiquity by the sign. But such escapes were part of the pleasure. yet a sentimental relationship. They must be off. oblivious to the real world. On the edge of the village precincts. The air was sharp and fragrant.Say. Margaret did not remove her veil. At the best they could not touch Trinway to the east and get back to Iron City before ten.. It was silent. teasing face atilt to him. and found the table reserved for them. .

t be worried. falter. &quot. He touched the throttle and they fled guiltily out of the town upon an unfrequented road. &quot. They were sober and some awful calamity towered above them. it was not enough to give him easy control of the heavy car.&quot. frantically. there were lights in the Morton house. had to &quot. They reached home soon They saw the lights of Raymond s factory painting the sky. Mother must not know w e were out here. there Ray. she laughed nervously and said.Don t stop. Morton met them at the door. Visions of a crumpled hesitate. Ray. Mrs. He Margaret grasped his arm. &quot. Raymond whirled the wheel.He screamed. Mother. Please don after ten.&quot. As they turned a corner they saw a boy dart into the lane of light made by their lamps. &quot.&quot. you actually look fagged at the Margaret did not sleep. don t stop. Mile after mile they put between them and the village. I looked back quick.He &quot. was only scared. human form swept through Raymond s slowed down. Although Raymond had slowed down.&quot.What did I tell We &quot. Maggie. too. they paused.&quot.Well. we couldn t help it.&quot. down to a walk. she began severely. By some reflex of suddenly s gayety. r brain.I but I couldn t see.Why.IRON CITY 125 near Twelve Mile that they met the major adventure of the evening. you poor children. She lay staring up . carry water a half a mile to cool the engine. Margaret don t believe we struck him.&quot. out. you. Finally Raymond felt that he could slow silent. There was a scream behind.

m so glad. undressed and lay still.&quot. saying.The down by A &quot.Gee. Raymond scanned the morn : editorial Yes.The &quot. inwardly fearful that it an officer of the law. Thank God only the boy s ing papers. the whole town is indignant be cause the driver did not stop. What if Republic-Despatch says that a boy was run a strange machine at Twelve Mile last night. some vaster. stairs when she heard her father s big voice above the clatter of coffee-cups say. Margaret did not go down.&quot.&quot. they don I t know who Ray. They had a secret.&quot. They . ceiling. wants you. he said emphatically. did it. white and dis &quot.is traught. About eleven Margaret She lay was received a telephone call.&quot. calculating the out. Her mother called.Oh. &quot.126 IRON CITY Oh ! chances of their being found they had killed the boy? The next morning she had a headache. Maggie. At the phone I Raymond was glad. nothing more or less than a human skunk.Raymond &quot.vampires of the road. still.Oh.&quot. person who would do that. &quot. darker fate had joined them.&quot. they suddenly saw themselves in a new relationship. on ! leg was broken. boy only had a leg broken. m so &quot. Lots of excitement.And &quot. feigning sleep. and yet she She was on the dressed to go down to breakfast.&quot. At his father s office.&quot. That night when Ray dropped in to see Margaret. there it was a news story and an Raymond s face &quot. flamed behind the paper. They were linked by a common guilt. She crept back to her bed-room.

With that kiss. When Ray left. he stooped and kissed Margaret s willing for the first time. it sealed their entrance mond manhood and womanhood. They enjoyed its light 127. they laid aside lips the boy-and-girl relationship. ing into allur . of melodramatic novelty.IRON CITY saw themselves in the livid romance. and opened an and mysterious world.

turned from the window.Mere He propaganda!&quot. not left a stone. Outside a November moon congealed the world to marble. in passing. but it does us good to know that we can do that much for our Vaterland. thoughts of Babylon. which said weeks you left. The letter brought with it the turmoil of a world To be sure Cosmus had been wrestling with at war. which had ravished beauty from the world and had.CHAPTER XII JOHN one letter after in his room at the Curtis house. our dear Karl sailed from New York &quot. There trailed to Sweden. held open before him a from Frau Burkhardt. &quot. which Frau Burkhardt had so gra ciously sent him. by some irrational connection. glanced over them.&quot. He found in Iron City many 128 persons more suscepti- . and the unfathomable mystery of war. the mystery of time. the strong. through his mind. November evening. Karl little Karl was perhaps at that moment either giving or taking life. the passing of civiliza tions. but here in this quiet letter was concrete contact with the blood and stir and havoc of the battle itself. and tossed them into the grate.Six COSMUS. the abstract problems which such a catastrophe would usher into a mind of his type. He is only an under-officer in the 346th Prussian Guards. picked up the news paper clippings.

He recog But he nized the immutable laws of the universe. as Sarah but of those who thought at all. many strongly sympathized with the Prussian government. never failed to see the pulsing inner life of man. To all this Cosmus returned surprise.IRON CITY pro-German 129 ble than he to the seduction of the Continental Times. &quot. economics. Why shouldn t they? They had said. to adjust society to the sud den wrench which Darwinism had given the world two generations back. machine that glided down over Belgium and France the embodiment of much of what they worshiped in their own civiliza-tion largeness. As one citizen put it. obeisance for years to the same Gods as Germany. and conscious destruc Iron City had been paying tion of competitors. ersed a large field of thought. into the convolutions that the immutable powef of the universe had set for it. . he had been striving to do what thoughtful men of his generation everywhere were consciously or un and literature. media.&quot.Fritz can lick the world be cause he is the best business man in the world. speed. He had trav found in that magnificent military . he believed. therefore. intentions. yet inclusive of spiritual values. shadowy passionate aspirations. efficiency. its needs. Forced as he had been from boyhood into contact with hardship. There was a mild in and other difference generally. he had grown to respect things as they are. firmly imbedded in fact. to build a philosophy. he had had to work with his hands. Cosmus saw Germany. he believed that man was the arbiter of his own destiny. a detriment to the larger mobility because. was the attainment of mobility a propensity for flowing. with the least wrench. science. consciously trying to do. The hope of society. and before the war. religion history.

being. He had formed that habit lately. the eternal grind of the class room. seeing only the Only vigorous everlasting return of circumstance. IRON CITY from class-thinking to social think was just another colossal class-mind. relieved only occasionally by inspiration. altercation with a medicine ball. had exacted its toll. with its half-Bohemian flavor. They were sitting over coffee in the little cafe. how found so much sentiment for Ger he was troubled. The next evening he sought out Sarah Blackstone. she had not. Shut in. many ization within herself. . When Cosmus many understand City was in Iron City. But subtly specious Ger was. He could not Americans could fail to see the issue. because she seemingly had attained social As a matter of fact.130 in the transition ing. she was imperiled by her own supineness. mocracy. decadent? Was Democracy He concluded that Iron the victim of class thinking. as it was. and conscious destruction of competitors. in provincial Iron City. there could be no real socialization. he seemed alone in his passion for America. in a nation where there was no free. He was tired. but an emanation of Sill s factory the embodiment of largeness. efficiency. Germany inimical to socialization. quick cir culation of ideas. or contact with the . the room late one night by America was jeopardized whether she saw it or not. she was so much that which Iron City was not. But if he had only known it. young hearts and minds East and West were throbbing with the new dream of a great De sat thoughtfully in his fire He troubled. His mind beat feverishly in and out of abstract problems as a teacher s mind will spin ning wildly in the web of dilemma.

Why is it. when all social problems depends on edu do nothing whatsoever with the problem of education?&quot. John was getting then recollecting himself. &quot. he didn t say so directly.So?&quot. Class-prejudice. it. President Crandon informed me yesterday that there had been several complaints against my ap proach to Labor Problems. Sarah smiled. Ostensibly he came to commend me for the way I edited the catalogue. &quot. the blindness of the man. but he said. he never does.&quot.that. I know. &quot. John continued. problem is summed up by your own phrase Crandon Hill College acts as private and public duty. about &quot. &quot. Georgia Summers s eyes will no longer be by the sight of the dear working men.&quot.&quot.She seems to me to have fed her life-long on the &quot. .Oh.&quot. &quot.&quot.the After all. by the long road around.&quot. Dover Street. &quot. &quot.You despise that woman?&quot. he stopped. shrill. folded her hands in her lap in her peculiar way. &quot.&quot.Dean assailed dregs of Victorianism. me &quot.IRON CITY cooling presence of Sarah 131 was able to cure him when he was in that &quot. smiled across at him. of course. turned out his hands.Oh.Well. the solution of cation.that they got the in junction through to close &quot.You know.Yes. There was half-con cealed amusement in Sarah s voice.&quot. state. She pushed her chair back from the table. he said quietly. &quot. shrugged his shoulders. we he was saying nervously. We must guard our departments from any taint or suspicion of class prejudice.&quot.Tell and said.

&quot.even you&quot. if its object is attained.132 IRON CITY a private institution. he treasures the illusion that he is a leader in society.See!&quot. Sarah did not let this emphasis on &quot. have failed me.&quot. Cosmus that s You for get that you are an expert in social conditions.I suppose I have. metaphysical. she said.In other words to solve the problem of education one must educate. &quot. say Take old Mr.They don t see.Which I should never do being a said with a smile. go morning. existing of and for and by a class.&quot. Sarah She liked Cosmus for his vehe mence. &quot.&quot. Think of our oppor tunity here in Iron City to do something for the alien peoples. scientific knowledge upon the situation. that the disintegration of America would all. a hue and cry of socialism is raised. is a public enterprise. too. You. unnoticed. Mr. until one feels like kicking himself out of the professon. truth is illusive. Does pretty President Crandon consider himself a failure as an educator? Hardly. You have brought me back to where I started this all I have been moving in that toxic circle even you. see.&quot. college should be pouring such a flood of im personal. But if we so much as broach the subject. re &quot. to make them bitterly. do you fancy that he looks upon himself as a vile plutocrat? No. He is has his pretty illusions. The whole problem &quot. &quot. day. Just so.The flecting truth so clearly without the aberration of class-minds. and to extend the democratic principle. whereas education by its very nature. Sill. sad for no reason . Think of our duty to adjust America to the colossal events of war.&quot. John answered &quot. And what you will. man. be impossible.

diant.&quot. young and strong. &quot. Something passed from her to He felt the seemed.And you ll never stop trying to make them see that I know. and made him strong. 133 &quot. what she said that renewed John s was she. Sarah. her eyes were dancing. . But Sarah knew. &quot. When they arose to go.But you forget youth. and seeing. .&quot. Perhaps he did not know that he had called her They Sarah for the first time.You did help me after all. you won t fail. very soon. and when he turned to her again. so seldom had he called her anything else in his mind. soon. As she spoke Cosmus you It ll go on. It filled her with strange exultation. &quot. He was deploring the rising ripple of self-government God gave Moses among the students.IRON CITY whatsoever. I and they took him. he said smiling.&quot. The atmosphere was cleared and laughed. That reminds me of an experience I had with Pro fessor Clarke yesterday. and ambition renewed. the joke.&quot. And he didn t see But that was God! Israel. believes in the divine right of professors. they were happy. You won t get tired. him. You forget and the thousands like you. her cheeks ra diant. As John Cosmus ter at looked back upon that second win it Crandon Hill College seemed one long stretch .&quot. wasn it strength. before leav ing the room. yourself. t it fever and the fret vanishing. a link between unseen cities. and he said : to the children of answered. you know. . They will bring the new age saw past her face now ra through the window to where the River of Wires gleamed. Cosmus turned to her fervently.Clarke.

&quot. he saw America s pitiable need of a great unifying passion. with that quick smile was a child. She arose with a start. which comes to all men who see principles rather than He would things. She furnished much of the motive force that drove him on in those months.&quot. women Strange. he said. the immobility of the college. and yet.Nothing. seemed two only a child.You d better not go out I a dog to think of asking you.&quot. They were greater friends. on the other. &quot. or that withering sense of failure. &quot. and class-hatred. wintef evening when he called for her at he found her bowed over the desk. masses rather than individuals. to-night. and of social control. but lesser lovers. Sill s plant! The college was citizenry. minds capable of facile contributing a trained changes of thought Why should one take educa tion seriously when no one else did? Then he would return to the round of duties to run face to face with indifference. s office. Cosmus might have despaired utterly.&quot. her Boyne head resting on her arms. There was no problem at R. its servile worship of the past. I did not receive a single . He turned to her habitually. &quot. of hers. to him she often one. masterful. &quot. Upon one side.. If it had not been for Sarah Blackstone.&quot. I can go.134 IRON of exasperation. its short-circuiting of great ideas.when I Then she added. awake out of his struggle trying to reassure himself : Wasn t he making quite too much of this? Iron City was perfectly happy.I One m m all right. he always found the same barrier between them. and a none-too-brave smile.You re tired.What Sarah?&quot. provincialism. one &quot. He did not escape despair. and strong. is it.

and that I remember still how I felt.&quot. &quot. I still feel way sometimes. And he was not above laying upon her his own vexing problems.&quot. Cosmus had an opportunity to talk with him con-&amp. says about all men being created free and equal. that there are a lot of older and wiser heads than yours thinking on these same problems.like most boys you are taking the whole matter quite too seriously. that there would be something preposterous in caressing Sarah Blackstone. Cosmus had his eye on the ly diamond shirt stud as he asked.gt. Senator Tyler was scrupulous in his personal attire. cerning the educational situation.IRON CITY gift 135 on my tenth birthday.My &quot. In late November before Senator Matt Tyler. Broadcloth. experienced again the impulse to take her in and again the thought intervened.&quot. He was ruddy and not port a handsome figure. that our Declaration and Constitution as ready-made plans are not quite adequate for all present needs? And don t you ever grow impatient at the lack of large. &quot. things will will find come out all right.&quot. the Declaration. a rose in his buttonhole. his arms. &quot. What our noble public document. not unkindly. linen. bit. you will find is quite true in these United States. were evi dences of exacting taste. If you ll just ease up a do. general- . They always You that the college is still the bulwark of the state.Don t you sometimes suspect. When he spoke it was quite impersonally. Senator.Come He in and get a cup of coffee. That will brace you up. replied the Senator. went to Washington. trus tee of Crandon Hill College. dear son.

&quot. Senator Tyler smiled broadly.Oh. his brows were knitted. The Senator murmured &quot. . They will take care of themselves. large historical background of the college.It terested in the development of your own department. Why was she dis charged?&quot. Hilton. had been discharged. rather than administrators real leaders in the state?&quot. he whispered in the midst of Haskell s best story.&quot.&quot. One evening after the Christmas vacation. He winked jocosely. Mrs. &quot. Mrs.I not have. and let these vexing matters go.Yes. Cosmus smiled. Mrs. Curtis was always attributing to him influence in the college which he did &quot. she wanted to buy fresh supplies that is . and tapped Cosmus s knee with his elegant finger. s a good thing you talk that treason only to one who is as good natured as I am. t judge these matters too important. Mrs. young fellow.Well. matron of Mather Hall.I m afraid not. &quot.&quot.&quot. he hasn t put himself in harmony with the &quot. Senator Matt Tyler evidently did not consider this interview unimportant. &quot. Curtis told Cosmus that her friend. and he scribbled something on a pad of paper. &quot. their eyes met understandingly. you go back and get in &quot. wonder if you can t do something to get her place back?&quot. &quot. is it ?&quot.No. that s it.Young Cosmus seems a little restive. come again.136 izing IRON CITY minds that should come out of schools? Aren t we producing specialists. Two or three days later when he met President Hugh Crandon at dinner.Don He arose and saw Cosmus to the door. He was sober when he sat down in his swivel chair. Good-by. Curtis.

Mrs.&quot. Crandon. &quot.We have no literature in America. Cosmus asked. Mrs. But . First Church. &quot. that Mr. ance. or even so much as tacit understanding.Well. I suppose. both. it was at prayer-meeting at the P. &quot. guidance. elderly.Dearer?&quot. butter and meat the college authorities wanted her to buy them from the Iron City Consumer s Company. Curtis spoke almost defiantly.&quot. be cause America is too prosperous. Mr. &quot. &quot.&quot. Hilton told me that she had it straight from one of the clerks at the Consumer s. Cosmus remembered where he had last seen Smithkins.&quot.She &quot.&quot. the most Under his culpable of all was President Crandon. apropos of nothing. the Consumer s Company.&quot.You mean in the Utility Company ?&quot. Tall. &quot. Smithkins holds the controlling interest in the Consumer s &quot. &quot. Tyler and Smithkins. but here fact piled itself on fact in convincing preponder Though hot with the impatience of youth. To Cosmus. He knew that when one formed an opinion about anything so subtle as the spirit of a place. and milk.No. By such indirect means. Cosmus was inducted into the central fact of college life. C. trustee of Crandon Hill College. dearer.No. there was always danger of al lowing the personal equation to count too much.&quot.I can do nothing. the college should have been creating a quick current of large ideas. Smithkins. conscious collusion. Mrs. volatile.IRON CITY 137 from Holdon & Holdon.&quot. was asserting. which would have purged so ciety of injustice and made democracy real. he was never blind enough to attribute to Sill.from gets them cheaper. that &quot. Curtis. Company.&quot.

soon. made edu mere massing of conventionalities and intri Some mysterious antipathy drove him. Jenkins openly sympathized with the men when they were out on a strike and sought to bring them and his father There was Weaver. he elected Labor Prob lems with Cosmus. a freshman. president. dynamic and brilliant. though friendly. He thought often of the words of Sarah. cate artificialities. To Kimbark. amiable and formal. They will bring the new age There was Jenkins.&quot. very soon. His entrance into college in the fall was a signal for rejoicing on the part of football enthusiasts. into an amicable settlement. and Hugh Crandon. and compensated for hours of discouragement. In the classroom Raymond sat back often with a mocking expression on his dark handsome face or he would mischievously try to side. from his colleagues. No one ran the team like Ray nor played the mandolin so pleasingly. the youthful instructor. These and others like them gravitated to Cosmus. the From Crandon. Under mond. education was the passionate pursuit of an aloof and painted past. received only antagonism. Not so Raymond Sill. the trustee. Margaret Morton s urging.138 cation a IRON CITY President Crandon. . whose father was a coal operator in Illinois. &quot. The only element which saved Cosmus from com plete discouragement was a few students. from Tyler. fearlessly setting himself to the study of society in the hope of arriving at some practical egress from the maze of social problems. and the thousands like you. the president.But you forget youth. Cosmus Even Ezra Kimbark. Cosmus found did not understand. asunder. young and strong seeing. You forget yourself.

It German Reichstag In the two years in which as a debating society. had spend . Cosmus was forced rule to which auto Raymond cut off any student who failed from partic matically ipation in college activities. to his surprise. relapsed into silence and later tried to pre cipitate a mutiny. Sill. however.By special courtesy of the cialists.&quot.IRON CITY track all 139 discussion of current problems into considera interrupt: all &quot. had heard the faculty two hours discussing whether &quot. He. Cos There was a mus discovered that Raymond was the leader. however. it humor. collective unwisdom. president. When the mandolin club went on its spring trip. and no insists It is inclusive has no sense of of all points of view.successive&quot. Often he did not appear for days. he had never once seen the ghost of an educational policy stalk across the well-set stage. he was told Dean Witherspoon. When flunk the semester ended. upon which so many orators strut ted and fretted. Cosmusj honestly tried to answer his difficulties until he was con at the bottom of acts? Should one vinced that Raymond was full quibbling.Don tion of abstractions. when aroused. Every member Its individual on speaking on every wisdom is rivaled only by its rivals the subject. trenchant mind. but incapable of accepting any. Formed of individualists and spe &quot. it feeds on technicalities. Then he turned upon him the Raymond battery of his anger and impatience. He would is t you think selfishness man be blamed then more than another?&quot. soul. and a disconcerting gift for analysis. He had a sluggish but. John Cosmus had sat on the faculty of Crandon Hill College. by There is no deliberative body so little understood as a college faculty.

Yes. goaded by the indifference of his col leagues into bringing before them problems of Iron City s life. Here he paused. cussion President. &quot. polished and forbearing. saw the wraith of a twinkle in the president s eyes. threw back his head as if about to deliver a blow with it. What was this president s power? What was the real Hugh Crandon who hid behind the mask ? Once Cos mus had heard Mrs. patiently guided the orators through the Daedalian maze of parliamen Now and then Cosmus thought he tary procedure. At one of the regular faculty meetings early in the spring. arose. then he does as he pleases anyhow.140 IRON CITY meaning. it looked as if no one were to accept the challenge. calm and hot dignified always. the whip of the . Then Professor his eyes contracted into Clarke.Mr. it seems nothing. President Crandon. interpolated into an assembly whose policies were masked by insincerity and politeness. Mr. &quot.&quot. President logical or chronological Hugh Crandon. drew marks thus) but I feel himself up to his full height. made his maiden speech. and then thundered. I consider the greatest mistake Crandon Hill College ever made was the closing of Dover Street to the alien workers that used to pass through the campus. Such sincerity. house. was freezing.&quot. Crandon allows all the faculty to have their say.Mr. We have stamped ourselves with the insidious insignia of class. For a moment. he said: &quot. . Direct always. President. In itself. Cosmus. I do not wish to prolong this dis (Professor Clarke always preluded his re &quot. Crandon indiscreetly say. in reality it has become a symbol of our aloofness from the vital life of our city. recoiled slits.

that 141 sider such remarks are out of order. strike. he said caustically. Cosmus s re marks ill-taken. I consider Mr. and of the Board of Trustees. &quot. The closing of Dover Street had the due consideration of the faculty. The &quot.&quot. President.whip&quot. Profes sor Erickson s was of that kind. Indeed. Actually. or the complacency of Iron City. . Cosmus s remarks nothing short of impertinent. &quot. Three So Cosmus failed to make them months of the second year went by in sight and hear ing of the great outer drama of a world in flux. in mind.&quot. President.Moreover. Mr. Cosmus. President. the &quot. President.&quot. It dissolved all op And position into laughter. seems to me.In Professor Clarke was just a little outspoken. and of the administra tion. He sat down. What a spectacle for the young women of this col Dean Georgia Summers tried hard not to lege!&quot. Pro fessor Erickson &quot. trusion you have been all upon the privacy of gentlemen of the witnesses to the vulgar in this institution. There is something damning in a phrase.It was recognized. Thereafter appeared in when Cosmus name was men &quot. Cosmus when he spoke of education had a Chautauqua.&quot. &quot. view of these facts.&quot. Others clamored for the floor. Mr. Such unanamity makes Mr.Chautauqua brand of every one s mind tioned. blush. Never a note seemed to pierce the calm of Crandon Hill College. not a college. Mr.IKON CITY &quot. continued to faculty.see. s education&quot. I con them a violation of professional etiquette. it endured. Mr. There was a general rustle of applause. I myself have seen foreign mothers sitting upon the senior bench suckling their infants.that Mr.

despaired. again. more imperative. and go to France for serv After the faculty meeting that course seemed ice. . and he was aroused into a fighting humor.142 IRON CITY alone save for Sarah Blackstone. labor leader. But he was loyal to the few stu dents who were seeing. he met Walt Kuhns. Many a day he resolved to resign. And above all there was Sarah.

sunshine fell through the beveled glass of French win dows in spots of iridescence. Mother?&quot. in laces.Raymond. it is pretty there.How had not known this particular side of that what had that to do with vacation ? i43 episode. Massachusetts son. Mother. how and should you like to go to spend the summer with grandfather Wood?&quot. chapel to talk to his mother. &quot. lenge. Raymond &quot. and .Why should I leave my own home town at all. &quot.CHAPTER XIII RAYMOND. Mrs. Raymond saw them from where he was sitting near the window overlook He had willingly stayed home from ing the street. She wasn t happy. I think not. Sill. it s too dull.&quot. He said this as one would give a chal For he was familiar with his mother s tact. Patience Sill Wood She was disappointed. Mother.You ll go then?&quot.No. Dr.&quot. &quot. about the trip up the Allegash that Stephen Tyler spoke of?&quot. you know. he knew that something deeper than appeared lay in her solicitude for his summer plans. with Father. reclined on a chaise longue. for not marrying my mother. She spoke eagerly. with her daintiness and tran quillity always brought to the surface in Raymond a sense of peace and loveliness. &quot.I don t know. &quot. Sill. I have never forgiven your grandfather. She replied.&quot.

&quot. &quot. This he knew. in her?&quot. Sill. is the kind that women are instinctively suspicious &quot. yet he would do nothing to avoid it. but not half as attractive as Hazel view. &quot. you mean?&quot.You. least of all a mother. Tyler. He was silent. I know. Raymond. are a what was coming. therefore. he was seeing it from the outside.She do you see a good kid. Mother?&quot.&quot. &quot. I think I married your Patience Sill often resorted to frankness m father. His mother s talk had served to give Raymond an objective on his relationship with Margaret. of.It s according to your point of &quot. . were not sure.&quot. women.Well. girl third person.You. and Morton &quot. She went on.&quot. IRON CITY Mother?&quot.What &quot. &quot. viously he had accepted Margaret as something he wanted as he accepted food and air. &quot. Patience Sill thought Margaret Morton weak.The all?&quot.&quot. something that had to be fed. and nothing. when it was needed &quot. that s- &quot.You are seeing too much of the He saw now Raymond.The Morton girl.&quot. s &quot. is capable of understanding the relation which exists between two souls. No By implication.I Mother. For the Pre first time. and something he did not purpose to leave unfed. &quot.144 &quot. She fed some thing deep within him.&quot. Sills are no judges of strong &quot. that Raymond could say would alter her opinion. to carry an argument. son.Yes.Jealous of.But.

now that he fice for her. air!&quot. win her alle when I leave Iron City the next time. this too seriously. Raymond suddenly saw that here was an oppor tunity to get something he had wanted for a long time.IRON CITY And 145 he was surprised. &quot. &quot. dear. &quot. perhaps. I go to &quot.Don t you think you are taking Sill. Perhaps Raymond was not wholly serious. it was not one that would make him sacri Margaret said.You are a She said this significantly.So to let me have a plane?&quot. at his mother s seri ous consideration of his association with Margaret.&quot. &quot.Mother. he could giance to a new project . you are breathing saw himself and Margaret as a third person saw them.&quot.But before I go. and thus girl?&quot.Yes. &quot. &quot.To France. fight. by making a concession to his mother in regard to Margaret Morton. rid yourself of that Morton . France! to What are you thinking of? To fight?&quot. as he would have been if she had But Raymond. Perhaps. there was an impulse to resent his It was the same impulse which makes a sweetheart. as much. so he said. but to get an aeroplane.&quot. What he wanted was not to go to France. I want to learn to fly in this coun try. Mamma?&quot. &quot. Can t you get Father She answered shrewdly. that you can break your neck. little boy turn and slap the little girl that he is caught Whatever regard Raymond had for playing with.Why. in a sense.

If Patience Sill could have followed Margaret Mor thoughts during the chapel service at college every morning. she would probably have been aware that she regretted that she no longer held Cosmus by bonds of intimacy.Margaret. hoping to get in public a re She was not given to sponse which was intimate. Raymond was touched her concern.Never : fear.&quot.You She by won t get mixed up with her. It would take six months. for she was not aware of the er precise distinctions in rank in the college hierarchy.&quot. And she probably .We ll see. He went him over and the thing was kissed her. I should have to go to Chicago know. and his whistle. and had known when his mother said &quot. to learn. was a lad. But she did not appear at rest. said this imploringly. but He went out.146 &quot. While Scripture was being read. will you. He said seriously more seriously else I &quot.&quot. Margaret often stared amicably at him.&quot.We ll since he see. She s a jolly kid. she had not liked something which she had seen in her son s face when he had said &quot. She often wondered why John Cosmus never led chapel. ll not marry Margaret. At the door she called back. She heard his heavy step on the stairs. IRON CITY Mother. in fact. short. she scarcely ever did unless the speak was young and good-looking. dear?&quot. but if she had been. settled in his favor. you Both enjoyed this bout of wits. she might have had evidence against s ton her son service s sweetheart more tangible than mere instinct. &quot. That morning Margaret had not heard a word of the .No. &quot. analysis. Then she listened after a fashion. Mamma. Raymond. that Raymond knew. than he had said anything &quot.

selves she did not know she She veritably believed that this was true possessed. awoke in her. in the flower of adolescence. On the largest stained glass window behind her. and deep reaches into the unconscious. &quot. couldn t hear well. Or she would supply the deficiency of forget. Mrs. memory by any name that came to mind. the center of much of her dreaming. interest in &quot. Luke s is completed. spirit voices spoke to her. and take more said. If Margaret did not care for Scriptural exhortation at chapel.What did he .&quot. say?&quot.&quot. little leaves religious danced in the morning wind. &quot. and her daughter glanced out of the window to where the handsome Gothic church. &quot. wish you would be more serious. Morton had persisted. m with music did have meaning for her.I religion. Mrs.That &quot.I funny Professor Kimbark.&quot. Morton exclaimed impatiently. you know he barks Mrs. as recollections. still stood windowless. its religious feeling.I &quot. Mrs. pleasures. Morton was usually routed in these contests.Who talked at chapel this morn ing. invariably Margaret would answer.gt.&quot. Once she I And had &quot. sensations and promised Often when she returned home from chapel. it was the nearest approach that Margaret. Somehow he forced her to turn her better side Her ruminations consisted not so much of ideas. waiting until St. The organ breadth of feeling.Margaret. &quot. In reality music spoke to her in terms of images. They let a soft amber .&quot.Let s see.&quot. Margaret?&quot.IRON CITY 147 would not have been honest enough to confess that it was her own fault that she no longer continued to hold him. Morton would say. toward him. to&amp. ever made feeling.

Morton was is Mother. Mother to jerk from Dean With- erspoon. Morton and a letter. on the verge of disgrace. &quot. home she spoke of the pleasure organ music gave her. and sink back in an ecstacy of Often at experience.It subjects. Are they going me up on the green &quot. then?&quot.You suppose I should.&quot. She could close her eyes. this is serious. you know as well as I do that this s mere serious.It fired.&quot. They always do this No one is ever in order to get you to study harder. and what was more daughter she dreaded Carl s anger should Maggie be forced to leave school. &quot.148 light rustle. s history. &quot.&quot.&quot. on returning home.Did &quot.&quot. not &quot. &quot. &quot. She said that it made her feel so religious. that Professor his is Cosmus flunk a C. that isn t the point is You ve got to dull. Margaret could hear them sigh and Under the spell of music these leaves became countless hands that caressed and loved her. carpet?&quot. Margaret. so beastly . was confronted by Mrs.&quot.&quot.Now.Daughter.I sake. On failed to the particular morning when Raymond had appear at chapel because of the conference with his mother.&quot. He says you are in dan me?&quot.Yes.No.But. seeing and hearing nothing. ger of failing in three &quot. I know what it is. &quot. bluff on the part of the office. She thought her perturbed. do better for your father s &quot. which pleased her father. Maggie. Mrs.Oh. but studying are going out too much. Margaret reassured her. IRON CITY through.

This in &quot. when I was a girl your age week until ten o clock sufficed. &quot. burst into tears. seeing what she held dearest suddenly taken away. the cruelty of youth! In time she con eyes. I suppose you want me to be old &quot. you understand.Maggie. half enough. twice as sick as she is. m Mrs. and put her handkerchief to her Oh. she said firmly.Yes.&quot. She had been insulted by her own daughter. wonder. I will.&quot. From the depths of the pillow.&quot. she would exert pa &quot. not have another date this week. I will.IRON CITY &quot. and once in a while.&quot.&quot. and ugly like you are before I All right. and mixing paints who d take care of the house while you were gadding round then? I m . and delivered herself of an unmaidenly storm of words. yes. Margaret.Suppose you had a mother like Patience Sill. suppose you will never know how cruel you have been until you have a little girl of your own.&quot.&quot. Morton for some reason.just the same. Perhaps Margaret suddenly saw the pathos of her mother s position. she struck back. She sat down limply in a rocker. there was nothing to go This angered Mrs. You will never appreciate your mother till then.&quot. &quot. you can &quot. trolled herself and said with feigned composure. yes. twenty.I self-pity. Some hidden chord of sympathy sprang up between mother and daughter. or rather she perhaps caught some glimpses of herself Mar- .No rental authority.Well. ending by throwing herself headlong on the davenport. in a fit of anger.Not 149 one date a to. &quot. More tears this time Mrs. then in a kind of jealous scorn. Morton joined in.. always lying around in laces.

&quot. Margaret knew that her mother was really a sick woman.&quot. exuberant she even saw the truth disease. &quot.Why. Carl?&quot.&quot. That was a good deal for Margaret.&quot. It s a wonder you &quot. Mrs.&quot. * &quot. Instantly she was on her mother s side. in her mother s words. don t think of your father once in a while.and are a thousand times better than Mrs. Father. &quot. * * Ray. the telephone rang. she said.150 IRON CITY down by suddenly struck garet. color-loving. he said. Many a time. They gradually lowered their tones. Sill.What is it. Morton replied with her usual optimism. fear trouble.&quot. I hate you that woman. * &quot. Mrs. &quot.Of course you are. I * * * * .&quot. Sill thinks it is nothing. dried their tears and by the time Carl came home all signs of the storm had Morton looked tired. Perhaps. At the supper table. and it content ed Mrs. Mrs. I guess it ll come out all right. Ray?&quot. almost determined to consent to an operation. he said.Oh. &quot.&quot. Mother dear.Margaret. Morton seldom &quot. * &quot.Oh. said his wife. but I know.I &quot. Morton was on the verge of losing her feeble hold on Science. get my slippers. gay. * * * quit your kidding. Reparation had been made.I home. Morton. is that you. Morton listened. am not sure. Margaret answered it eagerly. vanished.Oh. &quot. had he not been very tired.brought business &quot. He never would have spoken to Margaret thus.

* * I guess so. &quot.Good-by.&quot. She heard Margaret s voice trail off into tender She suddenly saw her daughter in a new light. &quot.Of * # to. &quot.You made a Coun to-night?&quot.&quot. Mrs. Margaret knew that she had won.&quot. &quot.Is swear off to-morrow. Morton understood. That look seemed ness.What time?&quot.Yes.IRON CITY &quot. when she came back to the table. He s tired. * course. * &quot. 151 * * &quot. Morton asked. Mrs. date for &quot.All right.Say nothing to father. It s the try Club dance.Yes.Yes. &quot. I m * crazy * * * &quot. to say. She got Margaret s eye.&quot. I thought you wouldn I ll t mind.&quot. In the kitchen. it with Ray?&quot. .&quot.&quot.

often was tempted to close his eyes and drift. gay crowds thronged well-paved streets. it was for all the world like a boy who had never encountered grief. as part of seemed too prosperous to know in any way America. Smithkins s remark : have no literature in America because America is too prosperous. Where were the problems? For the onrush of the human tide the social break-waters so gradually seeps through that one scarcely discerns in the tiny capillary at one s . The dim corners of a vast world gave know. Gloom or tragedy. Cosmus was in terrupted by the shambling feet of Samuel Curtis upon 152 . so trifling at times are the concrete incidents through which the great principles beat. there had never been a panic in the city.We the winter that followed. muckrakers and agitators. . the depths of life. There were no slums at least save that bad row of houses along Guy Street the street cars ran regularly . for proof. Iron City lay with its specious sides turned up to the sun a warning to knockers. Cosmus wonP.CHAPTER XIV &quot. the factories had more than they could do the banks were bursting .&quot.CURING *~^ dered often about &quot. One evening at work in his room. Even Cos mus. it could not hustling. death. C. look and see. and reveal themselves. poverty. Problems? There could be no problems. 1 feet the beat of the agitated sea beyond. trained student of society that he was. back vaguely echoes of a world-war. Indeed Iron City. progressive. energetic.

explain yourself. Curtis. and stood nervously upon the threshold.But. Was he going by ? Cosmus listened. I sorry. thwarted by life. I ll set you in the street in a minute.IRON CITY the stairs. seemed to rack He stood so sad and antique. street. always formal. his voice rising higher and higher. then be ginning the crescendo all over again. he stopped This time Curtis. He Curtis in a kind of subjective agita tion continued his shrill invective. he had come no nearer to solving the mystery of the landlord. Mister Cosmus. you in the street. did not knock. Without looking once at John. finally breaking at the top. &quot. so foreign to Samuel Curtis. m Cosmus thought tried to smile. retiring al ways.You ll have to leave this house. and it can t shelter you any longer. Anger. that Cosmus could only pity . but we can t keep you here any longer. Mister Cosmus. &quot. so trem blingly in the doorway. No. Mister Cosmus.&quot. it was some ill-timed joke. I understand that the Missus across the street wants roomers. at the Curtis 153 In the two years that Cosmus had lived home. &quot. I ll set Please go. It always has had the pleasantest relations with the college. with Crandon Hill College. Sad always. sir. can get other rooms across the &quot. or I ll We can t shelter you any longer. set you in the street myself. he began in his high. outside the door. He slowly opened the door.&quot. You had better go over there. his frame. This is the house of Curtis. shrill voice to stumble into a denunciation.This house can t shelter you any longer.You But times do change Mr. You ll have to leave. do ye hear me?&quot. Curtis remained an enigma. &quot.

ii54 IRON CITY him. I sorry to put you in tin but the Curtis family have always had pleas street. Cosmus. Curtis. Samuel Curtis had never seemed more of an enigma than he did in that moment. . Cosmus.Very well.&quot. too. made so by men &quot. he was leaving it a man a rebel. me set my back in fifteen trunk into the Curtis seemed surprised. the first impression of Curtis at the station. &quot.&quot. well enough. found himself He stood irresolute. He turned and paused. like Samuel said. to budge until you prefer some charge that I can an &quot. You hain t fit.&quot. sir. accustomed as he was to the analysis of human nature. Mr.Yes.It his nocturnal vigils in the garden. house can t shelter you any longer But why?&quot. I know. Curtis.I m notions about woman s freedom. over the months he had spent in Iron City. &quot. to know I refuse deserve insult at your hands. tions came. his cry would be a travesty on Father. You go. labor and anarchy with your villifying of good President Crandon you behind his back. that s all. a mild melancholy.Come Cosmus minutes. and you can help street. With these reflec always incident to reminiscence and the sudden realization of changegrowth. &quot. He had come two years ago into this room an uninformed boy. m ant relations with the college. his mind running back baffled. and your talk about a world-order. to say it. It was useless to argue with him while in this unnatural humor.&quot. &quot. but you hain t sorry fit to teach at Crandon Hill College you with your &quot.&quot.This &quot. Mr.You know me t that I don swer. his ride with him about town.

&quot.&quot.&quot. At any rate. is a nice problem in practical sociology for Professor Cosmus. all.I 155 he said haltingly.&quot. She seemed to take the situation in at once. ?&quot. hate to do trouble at it.&quot. see I have been out adventuring this afternoon. they find that they are not so efficient when they come from the parochial The schools. in that moment Cosmus remem bered that he had never asked Sarah about Sidney Haynes. and yet to Cosmus the rare delicacy of her beauty was never more ingra &quot. Gretchens. she paid no attention to the baggage.IRON CITY &quot. I can t.&quot. of a &quot. them. she stood before him the highly trained. &quot. haven t seen anything. . looking for a lost Polish girl. But wait. lem of Bertha Livinsky for that matter is she answered. sagacious woman of the new century. strange. pretty much and lover. have you She smiled.&quot. Her humor was irresistible.You Bertha Livinsky. you.Here tiating. &quot.No And I thank you for the diversion.I m s always interested &quot. Cosmus.&quot.Go in problems. He wanted to call her Sarah. Cosmus. &quot.It on.but the whole prob of all Berthas. Mr. Mr. tell me. age sixteen. &quot. so they go over to the public.but Father would so it &quot. the long rays of the after noon sun falling across the lawn and Sarah Blackstone coming up the walk. Easter money.You Curiously enough. happened that Cosmus found himself bag and baggage in the street. &quot. I was talking to a question of priest Father Sobieski the other I day and he said quite philosophically. try to collect at death I get pressure of our economic world is too much for some of the aliens.&quot.

When? Three days/ What work? &quot.Oh. &quot. she was sitting insky.You see marriage in most European nations is a social and family matter.And you have found no trace of Bertha?&quot. You see here s where the lover enters. Don t know. &quot. Which paper? Don t know. It pays.&quot. They are pitiable in their ig This morning when I went to see Mrs. Don t know. &quot. Sarah Blackstone?&quot. and that I had known Bertha at the Machine Works. because she was not wooed as Bertha is .&quot. And then he remembered again that he had not asked her about Sidney Haynes. She did not pause here. and little else. but Cosmus s mind strayed for a moment away from Bertha to the woman before him. At times. &quot. Paul tracks.They &quot. and that is all that I could get out first.And who is the man in your case. &quot. on the back-porch looking dismally out over the filthy &quot. norance. he was apprehensive of the energy contained in her the thrust and whip of her mind. &quot. She just sat there stolid and suspicious until she found out that I wasn t from the Board of United Charities. &quot. Gone to get work/ she said sul lenly. &quot. Livacross the lower St.156 &quot.Yes. in most cases there s a man. She read in paper. &quot. Here in America it is in dividual and romantic. he was thinking. IRON CITY learned the meaning of our phrase. Bertha s mother can not ad vise her. I ve learned something. &quot. Then she crumpled up and cried. Where s Bertha? I asked. yard. of her at &quot. yes.

to tangle your skein of things the more. s money for her over again to conquer happiness begins and John was thinking of education.If you know the man there She shot him a swift glance.&quot. like Bill Daggett?&quot. Sometimes I &quot.If I out to find happi suspect myself. I did. I m ing Bertha.You know him.Marriage! s marriage. it no doubt was he?&quot.And if you found Bertha?&quot. &quot.&quot.IRON CITY 157 wooed. could do little. and.&quot. &quot. then?&quot. she gets all and then she begins that world where woman ends. I am afraid that in am trying to do the vague hope of help something for Sarah. Cosmus thought. And Bertha can not help herself. ment.&quot. &quot. Affairs like hers as a rule are If she child.Yes. and became self-conscious a mo years. with a directness and objectivity quite mas culine. when a person is en dowed with energy. Do you think I should want to con demn her to life with a man &quot. poor thing. Daggett. as if aware of what Samuel Curtis would think of her if he knew what subject they were discussing. . and the part Crandon Hill College might play in the life of Bertha Livinsky. &quot. You see. and yet he was keenly aware again of an almost child-like wistfulness in her tone and face. She &quot. because she has lost touch with the social significance of marriage. am afraid that I ness for myself only.&quot. a college man for two She paused. lucky. is little short of seduction. That s the pity of it. sitting at a desk all day does not satisfy her. had analyzed that social problem.Who is &quot. She shrugged her shoulders impatiently.A foreman at Sill s plant. philosopher.

and save her from the despair that has been woman s lot all these years.&quot. Sarah whispered. IRON CITY I think too much of marriage to condemn Ber She s better off alone. &quot. impatiently. &quot. &quot. if I can.May walk along with you?&quot. Curtis.You mustn t be too hard on Samuel Curtis. He felt grateful to I her. m She did not answer.158 &quot. When she tha to slavery. he had overlooked the important trifle of a roof over his head.Where Cosmus was at a loss. Why. he?&quot. Cosmus was never more sure of the fineness of the woman &quot.&quot. that she has not strayed into unpardonable shame. I shall try to show her.&quot. know I all about it.I ?&quot.Why don t you go to the Y.Yes.&quot.No. can t make him out. comes back. &quot. she turned to him eagerly and said. you are aiming to destroy the last vestige of his older world. He hesitated. you see. A. The drayman repeated his ques say.?&quot. Just the thing. &quot. then ?&quot.You &quot.I see. and turned. to In the excitement that Curtis had caused him. M. C. if to live in a world apart real is to be queer. from the Professor Cosmus. You see.&quot. &quot. knowing Samuel knew the clash was inevitable.I before him. Before they could resume. I &quot. He s queer isn t only guessed. He did not know what to?&quot. queer. moving. You . he explained. spoke to the drayman. &quot. a dray drove up for his trunk. When they were out of sight of the Curtis house. The drayman bawled. tion. of course.No. .

&quot. Iron City Savings Bank and Trust in addition. They say he was the best Greek scholar . Curtis saw that R. legisla . college? see the elder Curtis was a promoter of &quot. Curtis is an ancestor worshiper. I don t understand. . introduce them in the legislature. He established the it Company took him ten years to create the sentiment. &quot. Sill ^long ago and thing he loved. He was a professor in the college. secured patents for pumps that laid the foundation for the Enterprise Pumping Company.&quot. He went to the and was a candidate for governor. but he shrank from the sordid- ness of business. &quot.Curtis the son. and establish the in stitution. He ture it s which R.But fool. Business The game oppressed him.&quot. Cosmus recalled vividly his drive with Samuel Cur . 159 Curtis was once owner of the R. wasn t worth the candle he let the business go for nothing.&quot. Well. Such things happen. you know. not easy to be the son of a father like that.IRON CITY &quot. I can t reviewing understand all his it why should make Curtis a I &quot. &quot. Sill towered over him. you the finest type. but an organizer outside. tis. write the bills.I see.A misfit.Well. Sill wasn t . father s monuments. and the man s careful itinerary. mean had a controlling share in the Enterprise Pumping Co. or a sort should say . His wife didn t help him any she was an Eastern woman.His Sill plant the semblance of the destroyed Now you are laying your hand on college. Sill later acquired. I a product of culture for its own sake. and could have passed on into Sill s regime.Yes.&quot. a gentleman at least after his father s kind. of 1 Aiglon?&quot. the college his &quot.

that was a For once he was original. He was sensible of her warm touch upon his arm.&quot. if he. groping dimly for each other like in that vaster children world of instinct and love.&quot.I said. impatience with the man was gone.&quot.160 IRON CITY might have been up it.&quot.It s curious. I suppose. Sarah turned to him. After there is nothing more thrilling or sobering than vagrant glimpses into other personalities and Cosmus felt All that he had at last seen the real Samuel Curtis.You might fall. &quot. he said. But the ly what of the college?&quot. They had come to Sarah s door. the night wanderer on the flats. with that explanation. Sincere as they were with each other in all human satisfied They both seemed matters. What that plant in the college.I inherits his ethics. theology pretty bold act. &quot. college. when it came to emo Tremblingly they were reaching along racial avenues of speech. but there seem to be just two facts in Iron City. when she dropped her hand. and in a minute. they practiced deception tion. &quot.You re a good friend. but had passed on by tacit understanding out the leafy street to the fields. her face alight. and manners.&quot. suppose. So . that factory and this college. he said. s our bias. he reached down and drew it through his arm again.that I should respect Samuel Curtis for setting me in the street. She did not answer. Sarah had managed even by her dispassionate narra &quot. aren t you?&quot. she clasped his arm.It tive to rehabilitate the Curtis Cosmus first had known. &quot. For a man who &quot.&quot. not Sill. all. and impulsive wanted you to say that. there. owned &quot.

And so they were kept apart. &quot. crowds. union and broke Jane Welsh s heart. They were of such natures that they could not trust mere feeling or sentiment. And that one was almost God. heard the quick intake of her breath. I derstand It d rather not and he s no first tell you. how far apart these two were. curious. felt as if she were obliged to tell him. With her re- words so many had to suffer much . &quot. if she had had another lover.John. And yet. to pass between them.IRON CITY 161 they walked silently.&quot. He waited. but the ecstasy of passion is So Carlyle perhaps never comes. Out of such relations as theirs may come and fullest postponed missed the poetry. If Cosmus had trusted his mood. she s so She paused. It seemed to Cosmus as if he had passed out of the world of factories. problems. but He for his disappointment. but there were no signs of embarrassment when she said He : Curtis told you. into a great. thrilling to the beauty of later evening.Sarah. That was the trouble with them since they depended on a medium so treacherous as words. He did not. he would have found the eager passion of a deep and pure wom an meeting his. and kissed her. was the that did not make up . had brought her to her^gate. You might not un time she had called him John. they had to translate those sublime stir rings of sex into words and deeds. and had lifted her then in his arms. that they had before they reached that higher ground of sure and permanent understanding. he had who is Sidney Haynes?&quot. When Cosmus courage to say: &quot. where he walked with one whose mind he knew without speech.Mother &quot. wide plain peaceful and dim.

lime sense of being thwarted. straighten and &quot. Kuhns has come back to organize a union. He seemed to see her only as the keen. and they capacity for somehow have a friends. Perhaps jealousy. He in tended to hurt her when he said &quot.&quot. and then he spoke again. aroused him at any rate. only right. I Church scraped the sky. He did not want to see her that way. The chords that were flowing like music from one to another snapped. He turned to look up the street where the colo nial spire of the First yes.It way.&quot.162 IRON CITY fusal. and I have decided.Oh. she said in startled tones.Some : people are all mind and no body. He was ashamed. he was angry coolly. self-contained. dim light.What?&quot. as calmly as he could : have been waiting to tell you that Walt &quot. paused. There was no an she going to be What was the matter? Was a fool? He turned. She was gone! . if I see a &quot. the inexplicable barrier was erected again be tween them. He swer. or some sub . even in the tighten. great hurting their He could see her figure. but passionately angry. above all forbidding woman of the world. to help him s all I can.&quot.

and stood eyeing the two Irishmen. and his heavy fingers were closing over the little workman s windpipe. you big Daggett looked up. Al ready Cally s eyes had begun to bulge.No. The big foreman s knee was planted on Cally s chest. Daggett relaxed his hold on Callahan s throat. foreman.&quot. into the machine-shop at the Sill plant.What cher call it. bending over the form of his pal Callahan. and looking nasty about the gills. Mulvaney was near the lathe. Mulvaney was not a Catholic. rose heavily. Take your knee off his chest. the great bellows of his chest work all of ing beneath his sweater. He was a huge man six feet four in height. Bill. &quot.a Jew picnic?&quot. no. you don t.CHAPTER XV ONE morning walked he found Bill when Jerry Mulvaney. getting. mystified. the star fullback of the late nineties. &quot. He was 163 . Princeton College remembers him as stiff.&quot. Mulvaney said to Dag gett. his little eyes blinking in his large head. and close to three hundred and twenty pounds.Auh. Daggett. and I just bet him a dollar that he would swear before seven o clock.. machinist. Callahan here says that during Lent he s game not to swear. fingering a piece of lead pipe. &quot. but his ire was aroused at the sight of the punishment his pal was &quot.&quot.

Daggett s breath was coming in gasps. &quot. like a huge bear.I m not afraid of you. Already. there. either from anger or weariness.No.Hi. &quot.&quot. &quot. you big tub. and keeping up a spirited fire of insult. and retreated behind the &quot. Mulvaney smiling derisively. Like master wrestlers. and what had begun in cruel jest gave promise of ending in war.&quot. and passion had risen to blind his eyes with confusion.&quot. little Irishman .&quot. log-foot.&quot.Go to it. In time the tactics of the Irishman began to accom plish their purpose.&quot. the angrier. tried to reach across the machine to seize his antagonist. Mulvaney lathe. and. &quot. Tub. He suddenly moved easily out into the clear space between the lathe and the door. wash his face. snarled Daggett through set teeth. paying no at tention to the irate foreman. you out chasin me.I mad Daggett. &quot. fire-truck. said Mulvaney &quot. Daggett lunged for him. &quot. Callahan arose dizzily. spill your guts. asked said Bill. bullock.Don t &quot. The light-footed Irishman easily eluded him. went to the hydrant to threw down the lead pipe.164 IRON CITY with humiliation. and and give you the worst of your all Daggett.&quot. you can t either. Jerry. Round and round the machine they went.You can t even handle me. sneered Jerry.No.Whew!&quot.Tongue hanging out. moved cautiously towards Mulvaney. you hogshead. there was another round of foot-work.&quot. feinting for a hold.What s the matter. m then lickin I am going to wear going to sail in life. I fraid of me?&quot. splinter. coolly. &quot.&quot. &quot. can whip both of you little devils.

Other and stood grouped about the The room was awe benches. straight to Daggett s vitals. somely silent. He was not desperately hurt. his heel to his opponent that was a marvel to all who from arc chin in an uppercut That noon Bill Daggett was taking bets that Jerry Mulvaney could whip any man in the plant. and the foreman lay dazed under the lathe.Look-a-here. Daggett. and down went It was a wicked Daggett s big form to the floor. Mulvaney said to his newthe *y-made friend : &quot. will you. shrewd and self-seeking. Not long after the fight. Down came the big man s hands over his stomach.&quot. like a pitiable thing. and recounted gridiron exploits with con siderable rough charm. Daggett was not a bad fellow. .Go to hell. pounded the piano.Ah. The news of the fight spread as on underground cables. Daggett and Mulvaney became friends. found in the smaller one much to fear and admire. ac cepted and enjoyed the homage. In five minutes he had picked himself up and had the men at work. Bill. and no one covered the offer. none of that crowd for me. and his breath sang through his teeth. He sang tenor. with the large geniality of big men. you ve got to come into &quot.IRON CITY and giant foreman circled 165 workmen came in. enjoying the fight. blow. and Mulvaney. Suddenly Mulvaney s arm shot out fiercely. In a flash. Mulvaney s arm swept through an s saw. back and forth. &quot. He seldom showed his brutish nature and he hid his passions well.

did he?&quot. Sill s.&quot. but. Bill I understand how you feel. I ll stand by Kuhns.Who s goin to peach ? But as a friend.&quot. to leave this business alone. that to me. and let loose a string of oaths. don t want to be.&quot. us. Sill was inclined to have favorites among the foremen.Naw. he s an intruder never manage in a factory in his life. the advantage of having Bill Daggett Daggett was popular. He himself was reported as having said &quot. to That man Kuhns don t know how men. but he was mistaken. Mulvaney. I can talk here he held up his heavy to men all right with these&quot. &quot. I was beaten up in Dayton &quot. and I don t fists. intend to forget it very Daggett looked ugly. &quot. I d advise you to keep out of it. soon.My : English prof used to say that my vocabulary was damned limited. Why. and anyway. you can get what you want if you ll only handle old Sill right. looked into this matter ? You ve never been a member of the union. and a fore man. and moreover. he was a particular friend of R.That s all But have you right. all of They It them and it costs too damned and much. huge. &quot. Bill continued. knowing his man. was not to be frightened by the vigor of his expletives. . aged.Leave you peach on smash every bone by God in your ! body.166 IRON CITY re crooked.I d advise you. But Mulvaney. Daggett knew that Mulvaney meant what he said. was said that Daggett could swear longer louder than anybody in the plant. Mulvaney was not discour He saw with them. Look here. have you?&quot. I ll worked if &quot. once by a crowd who was just going out. .

But what of us others.&quot. these &quot. for mentioning that to me. damn couldn t when do &quot. for a moment beaten.&quot. Sill. day. God-Almightys love taffy. wonder ful plant you ve got here. &quot. you are. but Mul might vaney in his zealousness for the cause. in. and then he bethought himself of an He came back. But the project . and in his Celtic eagerness for power. nality. you re a hell of a college man.Yes. he said slowly. and stood solemnly in front of Daggett. was that Daggett was won for the union. then lit it.65 a day.&quot.&quot.once more. Taking a stogie out of his pocket.IRON CITY I 167 ve made him look like a monkey for four years. above Willard s saloon. &quot. he bit at it savagely. there are four thousand men getting only $2. anger. you meet?&quot. Mulvaney answered. The face of the big foreman was a picture of woe. come He &quot. It have been better if he had stayed out. He speak further.&quot.To-night. No one could doubt Mulvaney s loyalty to the union idea (his father had suffered years be So it fore at Bridgeport for the cause). he said defiantly. Daggett spoke at last.&quot.&quot. &quot. you. smiling. other approach to the big foreman. Mulvaney was disgusted. It gets him every time.Well.gettin your way by bunk and graft.Daggett. and eighty of us go to the all hospital a &quot. Shine up to him and say Morning. you better paused and then added with heavy fi know about Bertha Levinsky. Mr.&quot. Mulvaney stood coolly staring at him.I destroy his companion. He turned away. humiliation. &quot. He looked as if he would like to &quot. you don t get me.Well.&quot. thought well of forcing Daggett in.

He was quisition to Iron City. And for thirty years a porter on transcontinental trains. of coercion. All his life a recent negro ac had been spent in migratory occupations. Though she had been reared a Catholic. too. a fervid love of fellows that marked her as exceptional. and Daggett. . He had seen bish. and a passionate re gard for what she called her community. her husband she reached presided out in every direction into Iron City s life. a vivac ity of utterance. over by Peter. as everybody called her. There were Mulvaney. Kuhns had given her a Cause. and Duke. That night Walt Kuhns drew his comrades about him. was a statuesque. There was a kind of stubborn fearlessness. and Daggett presented a subject for coercion hard to resist. and. and when that failed. he had seen the white man off his guard away from his own town in the first abandon of vacations. He had been born in an Iowa boarding house for transient negroes he had sold papers on the streets of New Orleans. queenly sort of a woman. the Lithuanian woman. Mary. she had rebelled against the Church and was sending her children to the public schools and to the Baptist Sunday School. a negro. She spoke thirteen languages fluently. with quick comprehension. most interesting of all. broad grasp upon human affairs. Next to her was Duke. and a so cialist by the name of Grover.i68 IRON CITY afforded. threading the maze of the underworld. an outlet for his peculiar love of persua sion. and had done much through them to hold the more recent aliens to a re From her small grocery store sponsible citizenship. tion of He knew the rolling popula America as few knew it. Mary. a something that appealed to her quick maternal feel ing.

By had erased fraternizing with the whites. but a studious local personage. yet reserved and self-contained. and. &quot. often said that Booker T. through numbers. and sir. statesmen seduced by flattery.The Dukes of Virginia. had an intellectual interest in Walt Kuhns sat at the head of the table. who labor and socialism. too. turning upper most its petty side. the position of superiority. He always saw human nature weary from travel.IRON CITY 169 ops drunk. much information in his travels. Washington s relegation of the negro to mere manual labor was wrong the Af ric imagination was fit for literature. but he saw. Duke had quit portering to set up a store on Osgood Avenue. he became like them. preachers seeking the alluring immunities of women. He was not of the caliber of the others. He took genuine pride in his race and family &quot. Across from him sat Grover. too.sah&quot. the arts and politics.&quot. and he had come to believe that the white man shared the frailties of the negro and had merely arrogated to himself. he had come into vivid touch with the thought. to plead for the inclusion of the colored work ers in the Union. He had ob tained. a chance for He was ambi helpful leadership among the blacks.. the gossip of the day. not and he had be come a rare judge of men and women. He all accent from his speech. was alert and affable in manner. request. which with . the frequenters of Pullmans. He saw a good business chance. He tious to play an elegant part in the race drama. by becoming the official intimate of cultivated people. And yet Duke was not filled with race hatred. He had come to Walt Kuhns s conference at his own . the trend of public sentiment. where the negroes were segregated.

With that the negro bowed himself toward the door with flourish. gentlemen. &quot. Duke because he speaks You will make a mistake if you don t let the colored man in the union. and promised to take the matter up with the council as soon as it was formed. Between even Daggett sat back. He has come to Iron City and has come to stay. as leader. Daggett sat back. though. but I believe in being plain. he continued. and five my black. as though to forbid his Kuhns treated Duke with granting Duke s request. Mary could speak for the Slavs.Gentlemen. Don t forget that. cial antipathies was not unaware.The a good deal of a war. &quot. Welsh and English.&quot. of the ra current at that moment.&quot. He. Mulvaney. fifteen per cent Indian. to cover up Daggett s ill-nature. Some people don t like out. &quot. Italian and Greek peoples of the city Mul.Who . and yet I am to be discriminated against as a Duke was blood saying is negro. It was Mary who had slipped into the vacant chair beside the negro after Grover. his surly eyes not intent upon the negro.170 IRON CITY the chairs were the only pieces of furniture in this rough room above Willard s saloon. courtesy. group Austrians. began t.&quot. to inquire at once into the details of organization. Irish. He was intense the power represented in this little of people. and they have come to Iron City to stay. them were the big foreman and Kuhns. ly conscious of vaney and Daggett for the and Duke for the negro. but upon Walt Kuhns.&quot. eighty per cent of white. &quot. silent and bored. Daggett and Mulvaney had passed it by. stantly In Kuhns was besieged with questions: &quot. the leader : there repellent forces at work.The hell we won growled Daggett softly.has given the colored people a chance.

Daggett asserted.Shut up. Mary made with ease and to be strong enough to force recognition of the union principle. &quot. to announce openly that chapters were to be formed in Iron City. the big foreman.IRON CITY was going street 171 to be shop-committee man ? meetings to start? What did s ?&quot. &quot. You know we Kuhns can. Daggett does not believe in our cause. sucking on an unlighted cigar. that shop to join the unions. he is in the wrong place. then Walt spoke quietly to them about the larger aspects of their cause. Do you realize that I may lose my job to-morrow morning?&quot. honyocks and t believe t niggers. Bill. sacrifice.Of men I willing to right. he expected to enlist the others Italians that day. There were other parleys. Kuhns s strategy was to secure the higher secretly the allegiance of the mechanics workmen in the various plants and then when grade these men were enlisted. don in &quot.&quot. &quot. Having won the skilled labor. We want only be lievers here.or with you. it. fastened his quiet eyes upon If not.&quot.Mr.&quot.The time hain muses you can do put in Daggett.I . There are too many ignora right.&quot. Boyne council factory? Was were the he hear from he in touch with the head When a brief report of her activity amorfg the Daggett sat in silence. Bill s all course m Mulvaney assured him.Sure. newspaper was to be established and a A trades council tive &quot. perhaps. &quot. He . &quot. responded Mul- vaney quickly.&quot. there was also to be a dynamic execu committee unifying all the working classes. I wouldn t be here.&quot. He counted greatly upon the scarcity of all kinds of labor to carry the campaign through.

and above all. Kuhns lingered at the table. And worse. sacrific ! ing family. control of industry. Daggett and Grover. home. How Iron with its closely &quot. He was a prophet by ing sincerely told the story again of his conversion to unionism. was one of the few communities of importance where Then they went union labor was not recognized. re peated the words of his master. apparently mark of power and aimlessly. Duke. patience. He felt tired and beaten. the smaller machines as if by instinct A way. As he turned his head toward the dusty. home and peace! Let the world drift to . Mary. mo power he was fighting.in-bred&quot. narrow window. thoroughfare. incapable of accomplishing the coalition of the alien crowds of Iron City. Why go on Why give one s self to insult. he could see the crowd in the street below the tide of life running. With that relaxation comes disillusionment. How strong and sure it was! It daunted him! He felt for a moment the staleness of living that all brave men feel now and then when they suddenly relax their hold upon the engaging task of their whole gave bile it life. largeness of view. It stood in his mind for the facile. and he had the gift of speak and deeply without sentimentality. Mulvaney. they really were petty souls reaching for a men and greater share of the world s things. the re-grouping of He saw as things about another ideal. City. advised moderation. incapable of ris ing above the immediate needs of themselves and their class. he saw himself as a mere senti mental seeker after an unattainable end. defeat and despair. big automobile affluence he could see it preempt the swept by.172 IRON CITY nature. even here in this backwater of the world.

Cos- fighting the battle too. past the saloon from which the fumes of stale beer emerged.&quot. strong again. he murmured. God! its What was. &quot.Comer. too. to the attic . and for the first time the labor leader felt as if his movement were at last being recognized and mus was given a semi-official endorsement. slaugh terers.Comer is all right. 173 their The strong were own way in spite a nasty world it too strong. &quot. and the mind he thought thought gave him comfort. and would have of him and his kind. there. with nuzzlers. he never could remember Cosmus s name. flatterers. seducers Then by some kings. In six weeks there were thirty-four hundred union men in Iron City. He is working And he went down the rickety stairway.IRON CITY hell. irrelevant twist of and of Cosmus. room at the Johnson House.&quot. there among the strong.

and suddenly finds itself in new accord with nature. night and stars. one probably 174 .CHAPTER XVI furnished anew the wide dingy chamber of the world with fresh scents. dainty chintz of flowers. She was achieving a new dignity of womanhood. feeling the heart of the engine beat through them until it seemed at times as fancy was they were one mechanism. the that Raymond and Margaret en tered the mysterious world whose sesame is a kiss. Raymond And with that came abandon not wantonness. of Sill s factory. If one could have looked into Margaret s mind and seen the image of herself which was there. and said: &quot. It is SPRING in gypsy came. out upon an unfrequented road to Pike Lake they did not talk much. with its pagan as spirit waking the if it is And youth always enters the place of nuptials. Margaret lay in the hollow of his arm. yet charged with heavier mean ings. happy.Children. That characteristic of her in this new world she if : suddenly found herself playing with fantasy moving in a land of shadows and illusion. won and possessed.&quot. As they drove past the black stacks silence entered. was her lover. cov From moment etous longings and killing despairs. desire and frustration. All its veiled mysteries earth and body. seemed deployed in gayety. soft green coverlet and sky-flung windows. and what they said was fragmentary. All of her old her thoughtless badinage. with sighs and kisses. here the blood. seed and soil stand naked and revealed.

pressed body. she whispered. Spring-fed.&quot. it lay between great bluffs. To ride along the dim s Raymond road.Boys &quot. ought not to be allowed to play in not. thousands.Sure Twelve Mile. that too. can of course. &quot. The lake was a glorious geograph ical blunder. Although . re like a mountain pool. crystal clear. put them in touch with the gay life of the and ornate gardens. Lining the east shore of Pike Lake were imposing estates.so I accident at &quot. His arm tightened. across wide lawns. Pike Lake.You mean. with pretentious piles of masonry All private all shut off from the gaze of the vulgar.&quot. &quot. which furnished a haven for the prairiefagged inhabitants of Iron City and also for Chicago millionaires.I m &quot. But I m glad he got well. their streets. The banality of middle-class Iron City preyed upon them.Yes. was an unusual stretch of water for the Middle West. Somehow Through secret did not lose its potency. ceding from this water. which they both craved. But Raymond knew just where to drive to get forbidden glimpses. but I was thinking of the he said. which they reached soon after sunset. &quot. seemed quite the natural thing to her. He bent over her tenderly. &quot. began anew the luxury of walking down the long avenue of common experiences.&quot. metropolis. No one could suspect that.&quot. She was close to living up to the world that most nearly an swered her desire. like those who are flashed upon the screen every night before countless She was true to her ideal and standard. the prairies broke away in un that they ending monotony.IRON CITY 175 would have seen only another heroine. at awninged mansions.&quot. glad you don t drive fast. Such views gave them a thrill.

It hot.adorable wed ding&quot. Mag. To Raymond.&quot. Sill IRON CITY was rich keep up such an establish do it.But what s their loss is &quot. t it?&quot.&quot. can. marriage meant scarcely more than the vision of an &quot. and the younger set don t care for em. she agreed. To Margaret. It some~ thing and.They was incredulous. Raymond!&quot. our gain.Yes.&quot. It was part of the drama. Luke s. we might take one of these for a few summers. They made no proper thing. They had spoken often of marriage drifted into it. &quot. how seemed the natural lately. Raymond said this with the assumed dignity of manhood. Margaret &quot. they had then in reality. the But it meant little. take Lake Superior it s al ways cool up there. don t blame em. it meant nothing more explicit perhaps. looked and inspired a vague forward-reaching ecstasy. It would be good enough for a while. first in jest. they were never formal in vow or promise. &quot. and you know Pike Lake sure &quot. can &quot.Oh. But Raymond! understand.that you can buy any of these places for a song. he could see her round . I ve been think ing that when we are married. He down at Margaret. you can. He loved the shop and factory too much to dawdle over a country home.176 R.I can get &quot. enough to ment. plans. he said. You see they were built by the packers and those people long ago. and ownership. at St.&quot. but something It thrilled him with a sense of power more concrete.You can!&quot.I &quot. perhaps. he had no desire to &quot.&quot. don t? Those lovely places?&quot.

&quot. to which Raymond had telephoned ahead for reservations. tickets. and tapering figure. She preferred that course to being hidden eyes upon her. naughty boy. didn t acknowledge it.Did you hear what he said whispered Raymond.What is it.&quot. &quot. Sill?&quot.IRON CITY 177 head. to They went one of the smaller hotels the Yale Hostelry. You are my wife. Without Margaret it hesitation. &quot. Raymond ex plained. like incarnate ice. Margaret never lost her poise. &quot. . &quot.&quot. &quot. aren you?&quot. Raymond replied. two. still Maggie.Yes. off the soup.&quot.Ladies Parlor. She heard the clerk say: &quot.Oh. But outwardly she never flicked an eye. s heart beat fearfully! How sweet and sounded. Raymond let Margaret forget. At the table.&quot.I ?&quot. did I strange ?&quot. &quot.How many.Maggie. and you didn t correct him. She seemed made to inhabit just this en vironment. sweet profile. &quot. &quot.Let see. just you and wife?&quot. sir?&quot. away in the &quot. Margaret experi enced as always the stir of delight at feeling admiring She walked boldly up to the desk with and stood quietly waiting while he got the Raymond.&quot.Oh. the clerk answered as he ran through the list. &quot. t refusing to meet his gaze. He liked to see her She did not take her eyes &quot. telephoned at ten from Iron s City. and he was satisfied. As they entered. joyously. There she stood in her long blue motor-coat. she answered.Yes. They laughed would not blush.I yes Mr. Margaret was a beautiful girl and Ray mond loved beauty.&quot.

his ear She reached a tender arm around his neck. thing never uttered before. later. looking into the face of nature s mystery. over A breeze sprang up. which fleecy before them a daisy field Directly in the filmy sky. Raymond lifting Margaret over. yes.Married?&quot. It flowed through them. t be.Oh.You ll &quot.178 IRON CITY ! She glanced up aflutter at what she saw in his face. In silence they spoke to each other some &quot. a voice.Why?&quot. &quot.&quot. if we were married. &quot. limb clouds sailed. &quot. not go to t. their arms around each other. As Margaret whispered to him wheeled slowly home. you won &quot. denly turning a corner.It as they was just as Somehow now. They crossed the fence. until after I return can !&quot. among the daisies. and thrilled them.We the word from her frightened Raymond you know. they found themselves looking new across leagues of unbroken prairie lands. A moon swam up They climbed out and stood. dear. from France &quot.&quot. Through the mystic light they walked. and it crushed their bodies together in passionate embrace.&quot. I will. The world suddenly seemed alive. in the dark. Eat your hungry man An inexplicable bond was laid between them in that moment.&quot. and sud &quot.No.&quot.You fish. like the Raymond drew up . I m serious. you couldn They were emerging from a deep wood. pulled down to her lips and whispered : you re so spoony.Because t.&quot. car to the side of the road. trembled in the sweet light. France. &quot.

Mar garet said: &quot. It must have been ten-thirty when the lovers reached town.Why.&quot. And so they confidently stepped on further into the world of mystery and danger. swayed toward her. dilated with the turbulent breath of desire. then suddenly they turned and walked fast to the machine. a breeze sprang up. of forge and derrick. they yearned to each other. At last Margaret remembered that her father and mother had gone to one of their few parties at the Country Club. more mysterious world. The senses. They seemed to belong to the night the machine slipping along in the dark.IRON CITY to limb. carrying limp bodies tortured by tempestuous hearts. Stillness had already settled over Iron City. That event in the daisy field opened door after door into a more alluring. their lips met. loath to go in. They were vividly alive these two to sound and color and odor. . blended into nocturnal music. the early evening fire had gone out of the factory and In the calm they heard the clinkle and clang pipes. As Margaret moon did not hear. that seemed to burn them. a slipped hot lush breeze from the south. The engine started. it s like summer. she murmured. Raymond He He he threw open the throttle. &quot.I away time. for?&quot. drank in the night s charm. lifted her in his arms. Hurrying through still streets. and they dashed on for minutes at full speed as if fleeing from something which. she pressed close to him.What did you run won t the next &quot.&quot. alas. they carried with them. 179 stooped to pick a flower. the beneath a cloud. groping.

sense of guilt was ushered in guilt was pleasurable. He must go.&quot. he must go. Then he arose quickly. beautiful everything was! shut down over How t &quot.&quot.let that s the case. She leaned her head against Raymond s eleven.&quot. the world of mystery was the only reality now. He obeyed. Stay. they sat upon the porch in the heavy shadow of the oaks. &quot. They took the long way to the Mor ton house. went down the path without a word.If IRON CITY &quot. with John Cosmus. Some would not let them go the world of mystery thing that . It was eleven-thirty before he stood up to depart. clock in the college tower strike the experience on the lonely road.Nor I. &quot. like the night. and disappeared in the shadow. careful to step only on grass.Father and Mother are not home yet. whispering: &quot.i8o &quot. she replied. said good-night. Somehow a them. their arms about each other then they went hand in hand through the Sill garden. and when they reached there. he must not be gone ! . classes and parties had retreated into obscurity. until the clock again intruded. Raymond suggested. its currents sen their bodies to every touch and sound and sitizing breath. In the garage. The clock recalled Raymond to duty.&quot. Yes. long before. Was he gone ? No.I didn know an arc light could look like that.&quot. flashed through Mar garet s mind.&quot. as if to keep her warm. How far away college seemed! That world of books. s drive the old boat to our garage. and walk home. but she pulled him down beside her again. Margaret whispered. they stood for a moment. They heard the Somehow shoulder.Then the neighbors won t know.

every sense expanded.I m couldn t go.Where &quot. avoiding zones of glare.&quot.&quot. holding out his her. It was a mad walk they knew not where they went. &quot. save to each other s body.&quot. arm tightened about her waist. listening. &quot. She turned.IRON CITY 181 Margaret stood tremblingly on the porch.&quot.Three blocks from &quot.&quot.One moon went it. the spring night. &quot. With their arms around each other. Was he gone? Why had he gone? There came to her as she stood there. me. they went down the shadowy street.&quot. she sighed.&quot. her wild young heart yearning.Oh!&quot. and a wind all and suddenly the lamps winked o clock. the other end of the porch.&quot. they stumbled on into the world of mystery. Through . &quot. &quot.Maggie!&quot. They in home. with rain in out.Let s not go in. Big drops of wind was fitful and cold. so glad. They only knew they had to be together.Dearest.Take &quot. got their bearings. out. re hurting They looked around rain began to fall and the Raymond s amazement.I There was Raymond at arms to &quot. And &quot.&quot. and any late pedestrians.You are we?&quot. In time the sprang up. some knowledge of the fragility of pleasure and the brittleness of life and beauty. &quot. she whispered. their senses dulled to every sight and sound. me for a walk.I could go on forever. &quot. .

You IRON CITY little thing. Arrived home. of By some stroke of an ill-fated queen. flowers. wild and fitful. the bridal procession.182 &quot. gave. The rain fell. One common cavern in her bosom hides. They did not see her &quot. Could she hesitate? There beat in upon her brain the image of the wedding party awnings the bride. was the story. . through the unglassed windows her heart beat frantically. chanted by a Roman poet: &quot.&quot. she pulled it loose. irony. Raymond and Margaret sank down together into a sea of ecstasy.things&quot.The queen and prince as love or fortune guides. At the altar. read long ago. hanging in the hall. but were mounting the steps of the new St Luke s. . into her house. the last conscious idea which came to Margaret.&quot. music. the big line of limousines glisten ing. They had been walking in a circle. to whom books meant nothing. decked with flowers. Her dress caught on something. She went up the steps. From this ill-omened hour in time arose Debate and death and all succeeding woes. but she went in she went up the aisle. the Mortons sat for a moment in the parlor wondering if Margaret had preceded them. And howling imps were conscious of their love. . She could feel Raymond breathing deep beside her. She saw the night sky. Then first the trembling earth the signal And flashing fires enlighten all the cave Hell from below and Juno from above. They quickened and then Margaret saw dimly as through their steps tears that they were not turning into her yard. by some strange crossing of associations. .

I want to look over these papers of Sill s.Yes. He went out. flung a paper over the lamp to dim it. fresh and sweet. and went to bed. tucked under her pretty head. and went softly The morning was to the door. In the porchswing his little daughter Margaret lay asleep.&quot. Mother.home-training. s Margaret fumbling on the bed.&quot. and waited.&quot.&quot. because I couldn you. Don t wake Mother.I said. She got up. t get in. and he still clung passionately to his three broad God mind your man So he sat. Carl sat down in the Morris chair. and when he awoke the day was just about to dawn. I shall &quot. said Carl. Father. Mrs. I didn want to wake &quot.Sh. ners respect your betters. neither to sleep. Mother. &quot.&quot. and mounted the His tender hand. putting his finger sat up. Margaret lay watching the sunlight slowly creep into the room. she is in. he She rubbed her eyes and &quot. her arm axioms of education . She stirred. He fell asleep. on lip.Serve .&quot. You go to bed. be up in a minute.I 183 bet she is. His mind ran on education.IRON CITY &quot. opening the screen.Go up to your room softly. stairs to peep into room. : &quot. lay t down here.&quot. Morton took him at his word. Together they tiptoed up the stairs. smooth and soft. She tossed back and forth until her brown hair was a tangle of curls. drew up a . He was troubled he did not understand the generation in which he found himself. birds were beginning to awake and to tinkle in the trees. as he had seen her sleep ever since she was the tiniest child. He stooped and removed his shoes. training &quot. found it Slowly and thoughtfully he came down stairs. he called it and he wondered if Margaret were really getting what she ought to get.

seemed simple enough. And Raymond Sill? Yes. She crossed the room and sank heavily on the bed. had only caught the spirit of his age. St. Wasn t Margaret beautiful. he questioned ? Was Mar garet honest? Shame on you. passing her hand across her mouth.&quot. Was everything quite right after all? There was a of missing something. still beat feverishly on the problem of Margaret s educa Shouldn t the movies be stopped? tion. . To take what you want where you find it.Oh! confused in thinking. she thought. too. and didn t Raymond love beauty? Perhaps. her hot head buried in her arms. Raymond Sill. Luke s glistened in the sun. there were at &quot. The predatory philosophy of his had unconsciously be come his own. IRON CITY and looked out. Raymond. de : teaching through her own per sonality. Carl s mind. Perhaps Margaret might do better at a girls school in the East? Had Margaret been asleep. Margaret.Respect your betters. as persons often do who are weakly &quot. was merely living in her own way the axiom At any rate. by the flecting her father and his father s world way of chance. my wedding!&quot. and sickening sense of loss alas! of having nothing to which she could look for ward. It seemed almost as if it were the end of life s perpetual picnic. washed around as Ray mond was by such ideas. father s least two troubled hearts in Iron City that morning. by the uncon scious gleaning of the mind. How many moralists less aus tere than Carl Morton would have extenuated Ray mond Sill? Yet after all. for ques tioning her. as he lay stiffly beside his wife.184 blind. Carl Morton.

And with added meaning? Hardly. surprised. on the day after the ride to Pike Lake. A throb of something like remorse made her start. sign of rebuke. and Father Father had been so good and kind know. Margaret. &quot. Dear he always was. just the same. The world was no different. She did not discern that meaning might include sen sation.CHAPTER TiyTARGARET was I* A soon after noon. That sense of loss. where it was still and and to find Mother ready with a kiss. 185 . after Raymond you &quot. and her lovely dresses. and Mother did not the soft. different. zest and danger. which she had experienced a few hours before. sweet and clean. white bed. and not a cool. Life stretched before her with the same old The same? With added possibilities of sensation. The world was no called up?&quot. and don fresh linen ! It good it was to come How into a darkened parlor. Father would be proud and happy that the son of R.&quot. the meaning of life was unimportant. and the cool.No. ! Dad! How down good it was never had felt cleaner! to bathe. XVII when she awoke. good it was to find a bite to How eat in the pantry! all.Has &quot. To last night. white bath-room. Sill loved her.Are sure?&quot. No. There was her room. that she was charged with such a sense of well-being. was gone.

how pale she looked. &quot. When they left.The IRON CITY phone hasn t rung this afternoon.&quot. The three Mortons sat at the table pretty thought that her father Margaret must be worried about the men at the plant. Maggie.i86 &quot. Mag. significantly. telling them about Pike Lake. and related many amusing incidents. confidences and gossip. The afternoon dragged by.&quot. Mag?&quot. &quot. kid. They seemed so noisy somehow and Ray might call up at any &quot. and more confidences. Margaret did not reply at once. . He must be bility sick or he would have called. &quot. Some girl friends came in and there were the usual They played and giggles. to her mother. Ray did not call before supper. soldiers.Don t break your neck to answer. Laughter followed. She tried to be amiable. Perhaps he was sick! She trembled at the possi-* She put by every other thought. She hesitated. Somehow she did not feel quite so confident as she had last night that he would not go. but pretense did much in silence. Margaret was glad.Is Ray going to France. one said There was a shout of merriment. bid for maid of honor.I off?&quot.You ought to be knitting for the time.&quot. when is it comin &quot. There ter. She tried to read a ! magazine. One of them who knew her better than the others demanded suddenly. mostly fabricated. She talked well. He had to be sick. until another girl put in: &quot. she forced herself to be unusually amiable Poor Mother.fancy work&quot. was interchange of ban Margaret showed them some she was doing.What?&quot. danced and sipped lemonade.

Ray. have Father get you the plane. this is Margaret. I just promised Steve and Hazel Tyler d go to the Green Jewel with them. called the Sill residence. not be so silent! If her father only 187 would ing. went into the house. left the dishes stand and went to work in the garden.&quot. volume of Pro Previously Patience Sill had re in his latest opened the question of his going to Massachusetts for the summer. &quot. He At out.Ray. &quot.Yes. closing the door softly behind him. that I you coming up?&quot. Mother.&quot.Is ?&quot. to the telephone. mother s room. There was a pause of expectancy. dear.Well?&quot. Raymond.I ll think over. They pushed back the chairs. &quot. the maid announced. he asked.For phone.&quot. The proposition did not seem so bad. the telephone a voice said : went &quot.I you soon.The &quot. &quot. &quot.&quot.&quot. business had she to cry like that? What bus iness had she to call him up anyhow? Couldn t he ll see What have one evening alone? He had been awfully good to go down to the Mortons as much as he had in the . &quot. Raymond son. &quot. &quot.IRON CITY not bring back old times.Aren t &quot.Why. Presently Mar and garet slipped off. sir.Do I promise to you want me it to go very badly?&quot. Raymond there The maid found Raymond They were laughing over the fessor Leacock. me?&quot.When you come back.&quot.&quot. &quot. &quot.But. Mag. Mr.&quot.

She always had. he said roughly. Then he said: &quot. &quot. he had. With him there was not the dawn of obligation. Sill came home an hour later than usual. it. She gave Raymond a meaningful look.&quot.&quot.Well. no doubt. &quot. and she didn t appreciate it. Father?&quot.&quot. Something had disturbed R.Mother. that s what past three months. knew you d come to your senses. Sill that afternoon. he than a request. Mrs. with a surprising bit of news. Mor ton was white &quot. &quot. and said something about her last painting. Margaret. eating the Big Chief now?&quot. When it?&quot.i88 IRON CITY He had spoiled her. Mother. wonder what s Raymond s first thought was. When he returned to his mother s room. to light a cigarette.Let s go out and look over the Stutz together. what is &quot. Morton had come to him shortly before the hour to said to his son. Raymond was all resentment. Then added. &quot. Her face lighted up. Sill had something he wanted to say to Ray mond. he stood for a moment in the doorway. could look out for herself.&quot. Sill when he was in this mood. asked Patience Sill.I when he announced this have just learned that unionized.I more as a command leave the office. I guess I ll take you up on that proposi tion. &quot. Raymond R. she did not want to approach R. that a labor sheet called whole town has been The Labor De- . after all.I son. It seemed a pretty affair that Margaret should have shown such feeling over just one evening at home.We ll be back in a minute.What s wrong. R. Sill called him into her room.

an the organization of the Iron City Trades nouncing Council. to his chief.Team drivers Molders Painters 36 40 100 Blacksmiths Pattern-makers Machinists Core-makers 47 32 312 32 599 Morton was &quot. for allowing this But he restrained himself. six hundred of ours Sill ex claimed. s our skilled labor. this?&quot.Nearly belongs to the Machinists the list.&quot.We all he said.IRON CITY fense will appear 189 to-morrow for the first time. to strike out and wound something. &quot. Sill fixed his hard eyes on his foreman.&quot. some one.&quot. R. R. terrible menace to exist.&quot. dropped simply can &quot. Morton said significantly.From &quot. . straight.It plainly worried.You &quot. He made it a rule never to show fear or anger before True to his type.This did you get Daggett. He Union himself! Here s Morton handed a memorandum &quot.&quot. know Daggett is likes his little lie!&quot. which is only a union of unions and a mass meeting to be held in the Opera House Tuesday. t fire that bunch. Sill s first impulse was to be angry. &quot. he surrounded him subordinates.Mostly machinists. affected!&quot.Where &quot. self with something of the pomp and show of kings. Sill read: &quot.&quot.

Daggett! difference.I wasn s s t late. We one of He stood up proudly. it had been a struggle between fear and cupidity cupidity had won. Morton. those the men get so much for their diggin s.&quot. It s a cause.All I guess that won right. Morton. Sill himself felt that he somehow had distin* guished himself he had struck just the right note. Keep t make any &quot. I ll be willing to spend every cent I ve got in breaking them. They can t run me. Daggett had just been able to shake himself free from fear of Jerry Mulvaney.Daggett. don t like it. them. in!&quot. . I don t Mr.He &quot. business?&quot.Don t say can will fire every IRON CITY He spoke in the metallic tones I his chin on his chest. &quot. thus dismissed. said R. t . Sill was magnifi cent. went out satisfied. don t you worry!&quot. &quot. Morton. As a matter of fact. being pleased with him self. is it?&quot. my father died a poor man. He threw &quot.190 of angry hate. that s what it is Morton had never seen his chief quite so moved. &quot.that obsequiously. smiling and genial. &quot.&quot. he added.&quot.how did that you were so late in putting us next to this union !&quot. &quot. strike when you know any plant where returned the big man fellows have no right to ve been treatin em so well. &quot. I believe. us in touch. R. Sill coolly. been in town but a few weeks. Sill. a million dollars away on education. Mr.It Kuhns. Sill. Kuhns &quot. Morton. Sill smiled.You know. In five minutes Daggett came in.Sure.&quot.&quot.Send Daggett And. will you?&quot. &quot. it happen &quot. . and he gazed at him in admiration.And. &quot.

Instinctive fear of the crowd. gratitude of evil time. massed force of six hundred men was different from the impact of And Sill felt that isolated workers and agitators. not all of them are so sensible as you. so prevalent in Sill his type.So long. &quot. the madness of the generation. stirred him to uneasiness. old before his time. inspired by a sense of leadership. all his weariness. the defec tion of the men. And to Sill. crumpled in his chair feeling tired and felt resentment toward Morton. the was afraid war stood as men always Sill as the great unexplained. It was the in sat He that allowed them to unionize at this were unappreciative and unpatriotic. had merely acted in his usual decisive fashion. Mr. Daggett. he was not so confident or so sure as he ap peared. The late afternoon sunlight fell through the windows. worried him most of all. are of that which they cannot understand. Creature of habit. Dag Kuhns and toward Iron City. A there was something in the situation that was new. He gett. cen themselves in Raymond.Good afternoon. In reality.&quot. men Then tered all his resentment. They He nestled there. cannot brook change.You 191 see.&quot. Sill stirred himself. ruled by custom.IRON CITY &quot. Somehow the formation of six hundred men into an organization in six weeks indicated to him a mysteri ous madness in men. &quot. misused. and the five o clock whistle blew before R. though it was doubling his this perception of difference wealth. Sill. the habit-mind. but he did not hear. The stenographer in the outer office came and tapped on the door. which he connected dimly with the war. Raymond was the . a lonely man.&quot.

If he only were a proper he only were ready to meet these He forces. if Steve Tyler.I m At any rate. often employed. looked around helplessly. I ll become treasurer. or something?&quot. this running round with the and come into girl. Raymond.&quot. Morton &quot.&quot.&quot. quickly detecting a new spirit in his par and realizing that his mother was not near to &quot. what s more. Sill said without preliminary: I want you to stop all this nonsense about &quot. &quot. delay would parental to assert itself. fell back upon Fabian tactics. Raymond. &quot. You ll go where I put you. Raymond new was a failure. Sill brought home with him into the peaceful sitting room of Patience Sill. going to Massachusets. Dad. You go into the Efficiency Department. you re not Al. I don t want business don t care what you want. It was this mood which R. &quot.But. It s time that you tied yourself to something. and which he carried out into the garage. give him time to see his mother. which R.No. &quot. like IRON CITY in his defense.J92 weak point son. not Boyne and. groaned in self-pity and humiliation. seeing that he was routed. ent. lest his wife should see.I abet him.&quot. Boyne made Al treasurer right off over at the Iron Works. Sill to subside and a chance for the &quot.&quot. Mr. When father and son had reached the privacy of the garage R. So he said meekly : . Sill did not understand. He had learned that if he did not resist his father. and this folly of college the business with me.Ray. he gave a chance for the despotic in R. suppose he added.I Dad.But.

R.I &quot. &quot.&quot. &quot. yet. over and sat down upon her bed.&quot. Patience. Sill answered sadly.&quot. that you. Whatever R.But &quot.&quot.&quot.No.&quot. Sill felt better after this conference. is. sent a pang through it Sill. &quot.Down at the mill.All 193 right.I He came knew you would. &quot.He tie to something.But don t like a floater.&quot.What?&quot.Ray He he s not like that. and getting up. &quot. To be sure. now you go in the house and tell Mother.I m afraid sometimes he loyalty. You can tell him to-morrow that he can have the plane. loyalty .&quot.Come in. darkness magnified his fears. he was handling the new situation. haps I was a little hard on Raymond this evening. Raymond supposed. he s no good never ties to an employer. Ray?&quot. She was anxious.&quot. ve been thinking that per he said. That night. he ought to s Father. Sill s faults were. the I suppose you need me buzzing about that Walt Kuhns s new.Is Her answer &quot. &quot.That once as s sensible. though. Father. What s wrong?&quot.&quot. &quot. he did not find sleep readily.&quot. s me Father. only a boy I &quot. &quot.IRON CITY &quot. &quot.Mother. the workman s a floater when he don t stay at a job for any length of time. R. is whole town gang. and Raymond no doubt would turn out to be a Sill after all. Sill reacted at &quot. his great virtue was He was intensely loyal. floats from one factory to another. he knocked softly at Patience Sill s door.&quot.

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to his country merely meant loyalty to his class, to business still he was primarily loyal vicariously He would suffer for a cause and suffer long. loyal.

Patience
"Don t

Sill

stroked his hand.
Father."

worry,

went out and closed the door. That night he awake for hours suffering as only a disillusioned lay
Sill

parent can suffer. without loyalty?
It

Was

he right?

Was Raymond

discovered the same fact about
day.

would seem that he and Margaret Morton had Raymond on the same

CHAPTER

XVIII
s

the auspices of the Iron City Trades Union, brought but one question to John Cosmus the same question he had been asking himself for weeks: What

THE der

mass meeting

at

Johnson

Opera House, un

of the college? He had become fully aware of the inert mass of sentiment that lay within the college
circle, reflected as it was by the unprecedented action of Samuel Curtis, a person only remotely connected with the college, in ejecting Cosmus himself from his

house, and yet he could not believe that thinking men would withdraw themselves from an event as moving
as the unionization of Iron City

ing more,

it

was dramatic

If noth s workers. a flaming bit of contem

poraneous history.
Besides himself, there had been just three members of the college community present at the meeting, Pro fessor James and two students, Jenkins and Weaver.

Cosmus was going home pondering on this indif when he was attracted by a crowd of boys congregating at the entrance of an alley. The fitful light from the arc across the street was bright enough to reveal a man lying prostrate in the mud. Drunk or sick? As Cosmus came nearer, he saw that the boys must have decided that the man was drunk. Moved
ference

as boys are by an instinct to mutilate a personality already desecrated by drink, they were making sport of him. For them it was amusing to throw pebbles and sticks at the heavy form, and at the same time to
195

196

IRON CITY
still

speculate whether the perceptibly stirred. "There! His foot
"No,
"It

figure

moved a

finger, or

shook."

it

didn
!

t."

did, too

I

saw
do."

it."

"Say,

fellows, is

he breathin

?"

"Drunks

never

When Cosmus came
rest,

had

lifted the leg

up, one boy, bolder than the of the sleeper, much as a black
is

smith does for a horse he

shoeing, and

was pound

ing vigorously on the sole of the shoe. The man groaned, and laughing, the boy dropped the lifeless Cosmus saw that the foot was small, and en limb. cased in good shoes. There was something, too, fa
miliar in the whole figure, as it lay stretched comfort Cosmus pushed his way ably there in the shadow. He through the crowd, and turned the man over.

gave off an odor of brandy. He lifted the face into What he saw startled him. It was Ezra Kimbark. In a few minutes he had frightened the boys away, sent the oldest after a cab, and had driven to the side entrance of the Y. M. C. A. Inside Cosmus explained
the light.
the case to the secretary,
his

and had Kimbark helped

to

room. There was something pathetic in the limp figure, sprawled heavily on the bed, the strangely gnarled face, the dark rings under the myopic eyes, the oozy lips, the degradation of the whole form in a kind of brutish impotence. As best he could Cosmus loos ened the soggy shoes and socks, damp coat and waist coat covered the sleeper over with comforters and rug, and sat down to wait. As he waited, the ironic humor in the situation came

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over him and he laughed. Professor Ezra Kimbark, of all men drunk! In the months past, in which acquaintance with Kimbark had become a friendship founded on admira
tion,

there

was nothing

that

would prepare him

to

see his friend like this.
ished.

And

yet he was not aston
gift for sur

Kimbark always had somehow a

It had prise that might well be called theatrical. characterized their first meeting in the storm, when

an apparition; He was a vivid being, carrying his atmosphere with him, with enough reserve to make Cosmus never sure of him. In the limbo which lay behind his vivid personality
like

Kimbark had broken upon him

that seemed

now

a prelude to the man.

there

was room, Cosmus thought, for drunkenness, women, yes, and perhaps wrong. The human heart is always willing to suspect evil and romance and
its

genius of In the
in

fellows.

because Cosmus had been en called "stirring the froth of gaged loved such metaphors), the two modernity" (Kimbark had not seen so much of each other. Kimbark did not care for problems; Cosmus was not much inter
last

year,

what Kimbark

ested in abstract beauty.

So

the

Now, Cosmus, dozing awakened; Kimbark had

in his chair,

two had fallen apart. was suddenly

stirred; his unseeing eyes,
s,

now

of a luster like a fish
lids.

closed

The

effect

was

were peering out of half horrible. Cosmus went

down the hall, and came back with a glass of water; he tried to get the sleeping man to drink. Kimbark s brow was burning; he stirred restlessly. The night was long; in the morning, early, Cosmus brought a After examining the patient, he turned physician. to Cosmus and said, gravely
:

198
"I

IRON CITY
am
afraid of
did not
pneumonia."

want to remove his friend to a hos To avoid it he pital because he was afraid of talk. assumed the responsibility of nursing him, and an nounced to the college that Professor Kimbark was confined to his home with a bad cold. Late in the afternoon of the third day, Kimbark s fever broke. Cosmus, sitting in the room alone, sud
denly found his friend
s eyes,

Cosmus

previously so wild,

now

questioning and sane. His first words were: "Well, what do you think of me now?" Cosmus smiled and answered jocosely "You re a sly dog, but you mustn t bark now.
:

To

sleep with

you."

Cosmus could

see that

Kimbark was troubled con

siderably, not with physical pain but by the thought of his moral weakness. When he awoke two hours
later,

he resumed the topic where he had left it. His mind seemed impaled upon the one thought of
"I

disgrace.

m

done,

Cosmus

"Pshaw!

You re

never go back." taking the matter too seriously.
:

I

ll

You

re not

a drunkard and you re too valuable to
t

lose."

"You

don

understand.

I

m

a failure, that
preacher s

s

all."

"Because
"It

you

s

another

slipped up case of the

once?"

son

gone

wrong,"

Kimbark answered
it,

drink for taste.
laxation in

grimly. I drink for exhilaration.

"Some

men
re

I find

a recovery of much of what I want to be and cannot. I not going to entertain you with a story of debauch. The drinking, John, is but a symp I know myself. tom. The malady lies deeper and

m

there is

no

remedy."

IRON CITY
As men
fide in
"Father

199
to con

at rare times will,

Kimbark began
in

Cosmus.

was a preacher
flat,

Indiana

yes,

I

was

born midst the

nature shouldn t never intended for America. Business, industry, with its refinement on nature s bitter law of survival, doesn t mean for us to survive. But there are lots of
us, nevertheless.
"Well, I accepted Father s plan to enter the church, but all the time I was pursuing my own little private end: to see beauty, and then to create it. Well, I didn t find much beauty in the corn lands, but I man

dingy Middle West, and I guess produce my kind; at least we were

aged to find
loved
;

I

love
I

times.

it in books and personality. Words I them still. I smile at the students some seem but a fossil floating in a thin, watery

existence.

of

life s thick,

In reality, I am tinglingly alive, a denizen sensuous medium. All through words,
s

I get all
life."

men

experience through these windows of

I

John interrupted. "Aren t you a little hard on the Middle West, Ezra? have often wondered why so little of just that stuff,

cornfields, barn yards, pigs, tranquil mediocrity, ever got into American books?"
"Thank

God
let

!"

Cosmus
"In

the

him go on it was doing him good. Eastern Seminary I found a good deal of
;

bad theology and
call
it.

little

religion;

and then

I

genuine religious experience.

At

least that is

when

I

At any rate, I felt in a new way. saw the sea for the first time at night;

had a what I It was
it

lifted

me

regions of generalization, the parts of the world flowed into one, and I knew peace. After
into

new

You &quot. belong to the body. what do you think of the church.&quot. think a good deal about it. &quot.&quot. &quot. to say.Well?&quot.&quot. &quot. I and strange was plenty of chance. the nearly killed him.I away out of that? I principle. I believe in Him.What I mean is this. and there I I guess.&quot.&quot. believe in Christ s If creed. began drinking then. &quot.Idolatrous You re a devil of an iconoclast. great contribution of Jesus is not an idea. coupled with great consuming desire to work a change. The church seems I to be lieve spirit.By Cosmus &quot. suppose you think Christ but a &quot. John Cosmus remembered Walt Kuhns and his story of giving up the church. or something.I ?&quot. but a great broth erhood.&quot. &quot. why. I believe that we would not have a dis-united and fossilized institution. for I switched over into the graduate school. it . it was and if I ever was was in that It moment on too narrow.The .200 that I couldn t IRON CITY go into the church free. in my way. and &quot. the way. men would give up these things to the understanding of the spirit. shore.You never go. &quot. As I see it. in only Christ Ritual. me to task for &quot. know that.How myth?&quot. but a mood. s body. and believing in my way makes the church idolatrous. Cos ! mus.&quot.&quot.&quot. wrote and told Father.I guess stay s I go out of Kimbark admitted. it is pity for the world. &quot. President Crandon has taken habit.On the contrary.

&quot. It is there. this?&quot. coverlet stuck at it. You know the system.Then &quot.&quot. a professor. But wish have a suspicion of institutions. John?&quot. can I may Kimbark beat the &quot. And what is the crucifixion and resurrection but sacrifice dram atized? If resurrection would Jesus had never lived. There. it was torture. My impulse to create was there . in places the Italian mother in we least expect to find them Guy Street.Look &quot. not see you again.That &quot. I ll take your word &quot. course. crucifixion and still be a universal symbol of the soul s perennial willingness to work and to die for the race s good. all flesh. with nervous fingers.I trenches. Endless I dissection. Take Smithfor Smith- &quot.&quot.And &quot. kins. suspicion of passion.Well.IRON CITY 201 work inspired by pity is but sacrifice. sit in silence.There. &quot.&quot. it t. and came out all right.&quot. I went through the mill. Christ is in our bosoms. They get so set.Where &quot.No.&quot. &quot.Of did you get within you. On Monday way of they solve their bus iness problems after the kins. luxuriate in emotion and come away satisfied that they have sacrificed what? few moments of A egotistic pleasure. in the churches I I could believe you yes.&quot. there are Christians everywhere.&quot. Many men go to church. wait. there too. I had to do something and so I chose literature. among the sol diers in the &quot. soothed with music. What about the grad uate school?&quot. cold linguistics. ?&quot.But I am can interrupting you.

That s what education has done for me. his terrible face spasmodic under the stress of his own pity.&quot. and Wordsworth. . Kimbark ushered him into You and He life s vast disharmonies. . had to acknowledge the truth accusation. they drive icule every word I pen. my failures stand and stare. up before my and stare . No : Cosmus &quot. . of his friend s the presence of dividual is is the rest have ceased feeling.Write &quot. But why murmur? Why com plain? The individual was nothing.I am your own story. We care too little for souls and too much for things.&quot. I must sacrifice the only get your argument. There is Mil ton before me sneering. John was silent. . That s the reason we Americans have never written great drama. he said contemptuously. too weak even to dramatize my own failure. me out of my room. You do noth ing but think.&quot. all tragedies are subjective. platitudinously Ezra. man. I start to write. under the stars. s the trouble with you. I suffer yet. Cosmus. He There are no others. &quot. There was genuine pathos in the man. that is what you must sacrifice. When the in forbidden by the very forces which the race creates to make contribution to the race that tragedy indeed.You know. clenching the fist of his right hand above his head.&quot. For want of something kinder to say. Cosmus. lying weak and trembling. They rid Demoniac ghosts. to be sure.202 IRON CITY leaned on his left elbow. suggested. Drink! Why shouldn t I drink?&quot. &quot. talent worthy of contribution to the race to God. .That irony in that.&quot. When eyes. as one who curses. to recover in the great heart of nature the soul I would have been if sophistication had not laid its syphilitic kiss upon me.Perhaps. . &quot.I &quot. I have suffered.

&quot. said wearily.IRON He looked up. If not. And so. cut in heavy stone. &quot. &quot.Can t you see that the only thing for me to do is to go to France? I love her. Perhaps there I shall find the fulfillment I seek. I m a dog-gone &quot. days later. Dear John: I leave you holding the bag. three when Cosmus came hur riedly into his room. in the book a note. but its poets I m not a poet. failure. he was not altogether surprised to find it empty. Cosmus. It It was then that Cosmus saw the book plate.You behind the fingers. the State guards its scientists he snapped his lines. bore the image of a dungeon window.Anyway. God bless you. Upon the table was a book. &quot. exhausted. Cosmus. KIMBARK. Poor Kimbark! The night that Cosmus heard that the machinists of the city had walked out he went home with Margaret . heavily. then the lovely sacrifice It you speak of. on the sea s rim a ship danced and beckoned in airy freedom. Keep up the fight.&quot. Be a good sacrificial beast. opening on a sea of far horizons. and tell old Crandon I have gone to France. She alone gives me the beauty I crave. like 203 one Ezra was sleeping When Kimbark they resumed their conversation the next day. CITY. solidly barred. seemed to Cosmus as if Kimbark had grown doubly bitter in the last few days. I feel better than I have for months. know.

steal ing along in the mist. Cosmus did not guess the depth of those questions.&quot. At the gate. It s a new thing for Iron City this union business. &quot. was color a beseeching note. that is. &quot.&quot. but she would not let him call a taxi. Cos mus wondered.204 Morton from IRON CITY the college library. Margaret had been suddenly taken sick in the stacks and the librarian had asked Cosmus to help her home.Professor Then they Cosmus.What I need is a fresh start. &quot.But feeling behind Margaret. in a turmoil.Somehow I &quot. either. Don t you suppose that if I should go to France to nurse. I would come back more ready for college?&quot. I m not doing well in school.I She continued: the men.&quot. Cosmus was non-committal. he I said. She seemed like a little gray mouse in her oils. I need to begin over again. the mystery of Margaret were gone with the and laughter in her voice and the spring in her step.Father s all worked up about the strike. don t much blame don t.If I were you. All this voice.&quot. Wouldn t you advise me to stop less then a new note crept into her . watching the lights tremble and blur in the tiny pools of water in &quot. I want to be older. As she walked beside him she was unusually silent.You re too young.&quot. Cosmus attributed her silence to a headache. &quot.&quot. want to be dif ferent. his the potentialities of mind men . near anguish. I would fight it out here. Cosmus walked To him only the wet streets. ?&quot. her standing on the veranda. Presently she said. she said quietly: &quot. He left the streets. &quot. The magic lapsed into silence again.

In Margaret. progress. minimized by comparison. science. self. and the only tragedy tm fulfillment. culture. in this larger perspective of the Unions! What of the trade guilds of the Middle Ages? Socialism! What of the syndicalism of Wycliff ? In the tedious and painful spiral ascent of society upwards. Samuel Curtis. and that sense only. Democracy was the struggle of society Education was but the process of to fulfill it that fulfill ment. they were lost tion. Sill. Oh. Cosmus felt himself his projects shrink down . All or Curtis or Margaret was engulfed file. The struggle of Walt Kuhns against R. Oh. in a passion for freedom. life renewed itself in similar ages. shrank to a trifle. the horror of shattering life. Before his eyes they merged and blended into rank on rank. rested the problem of educa They had never been led out. The unfathom able sea of energy in them had never been sounded. human foun dation upon which all art. thwarted as they were. against organized and powerful ignorance. And up to this moment the haphazard educa tion of the masses had been sealed and sanctified by blood. masses file on the people pity for Kimbark now in the larger pity for the crowd. had been vicariously built.IRON CITY 205 seemed important. souls. and Ezra Kimbark. In that sense. and ideas. The And never die people were always struggling for ful the one common impulse which could was the democratic. He only who loved the people had any immortality: he alone reached backward into the past and forward into the future. forms. fillment. larger spaces. the pity of the struggle of the crowd against the class-mind. the of the great unfulfilled the the thwarted of the ages.

For &quot. She must not go. It was an old song. It was hope. that Cosmus followed into the night. the sweefmale voice of some worker broke the silence. He knew that success would not come to-morrow or the next day. she said casually: the way. . was ex and yet it dulled the fine edge of effort. He would seizing fulfillment! as an instrument of self- not let her. after all. Something was gone.For what?&quot. ! &quot. it seemed to him. As he went on in the moonlight. shouldered daylight ugliness gone a thing of strength and beau This creation of the strong industry the new ty.By &quot. They he and Kuhns and youth everywhere all were but skirmishers in the eternal army.My it. in a plaintive song. thinking these things. but until now Cosmus had never understood &quot. my rudeness!&quot.Oh. she asked. he called up Sarah Blackstone.&quot.206 the whole IRON CITY view of into their true proportions. eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the the edge of the factory which. up in the mist. were you rude?&quot. empire what had democracy to do with it? Democracy. to ask if he might call and be forgiven.&quot. She. too? Strange that all the world individuals and races were upon the war They were but moths in a flame! But Sarah was not going. I have been thinking all week of going &quot. was but the promise of the strong not to exploit the weak When he went back home. to France. all its Lord. The music ceased on stained with color. After a few commonplaces. This sweeping the pitiable struggle the past hilarating.

sense of loss. &quot. had A* A ARGARET found that changes but gradually. of difference.CHAPTER XIX TV/I&quot. and she found herself helpless. over the telephone.Wait till you get as old as I am. She couldn t Her old self-assurance study. and said. 207 . She heard blood pounding in her ears. And she would answer. her heart seemed to beat in her throat she thought she heard bells ring ing. She now found that it was a constant companion. If she went to a dance. Gayety was but forced. For the first time she was thrown upon What had herself. boring ceaselessly into her consciousness. they nudged each other. she trembled when she danced. they asked. Or they came to her. teasing. it vanished. wrong. events record their The appeared again with keener sting.Mag s got it bad.What s stand!&quot. and missed her step. then you ll under &quot. &quot. grew confused. the difference lay only in her attitude to ward them. then after Raymond s indifference .&quot. Things were no different. and her eyelids twitched nervously. When her girl chums noticed the defection from her old manner. was gone. she to do with thoughts? She became morbidly con scious of functions that were merely normal. she could not play. trying to smile. &quot. that had crept into her mind the first morning after the major experience of her life. halting and conscious. Maggie?&quot.Have you heard that Ray s going for sure?&quot.

from This task had engaged dictionary to encyclopedia. she became morbidly curious about this mysterious extra-equipment of her body called sex. and say. And as for the law Margaret would have been willing to stand up before Iron City at any moment. she was innocent. But why must have been because Ray mond despised her. and began to trace them by cross references. Margaret felt no guilt because of responsibility to society.The Scarlet Letter. In spite of her precocious knowledge of sex. And.&quot. with Raymond. Sophistication was instinctive. In her way Margaret suffered. Cut off from her mother. and she felt no remorse because of a responsibility to a Higher Being.This is my man. too. With all never married! this self-examination. she seized upon the few words that came into her mind laden with meaning. She had . How revealing of changing standards it would have been to know what empty meaning Margaret would have found in that epic of an earlier day. in the presence of an unseen. was not a part of her reaction. and old. &quot. Surely. angry God. not ac quired. austere self-torture. and from any scien tific treatment of the subject. having invented desire. without so much as paying a license fee at the county clerk s this sense of loss? It office. then contrived Calvinism held no sway social institutions to curb it. who. There was something pitiable in her feeble research meth ods.&quot. over her. or go off with him. She craved more knowledge about it.208 were getting IRON CITY Then she would catch herself wondering if she Did age come this way? Old. &quot. her the night she became sick at the library.

Finally one morning. thought that she was mus. She plunged into night.Mother. I forget what it was now. she combed her mind for some sentence &quot.&quot. Isn t that funny?&quot. and she knew she would. she could utter no other word. She knew she must. Confidently. It seemed to roll billows of black sound over a bruised and tortured body and to bellow dismally of lost things.Mother. She had done it.Well.IRON CITY 209 suddenly come upon a plate depicting vividly all the naked truth of reproduction.Ob stetrics. Mrs. She tried to formulate a laconic message that would reveal all. loss. &quot. in unshocking terms. The next morning at chapel she was acutely aware of what the organ said. under the caption. but did not answer. under She went to the telephone stood. &quot. where her mother sat sewing. I front of her and trembled like a craven. ineffably alone. Morton looked up from her sewing. Loss. she waded through seas of sickening darkness. seeing When the organ ceased. that she must tell her mother. she went into the living-room. &quot. &quot. ve something to tell you Then she could get no farther. a half hour later. too much alone. . loss. some fragment of news to interpolate at this point.&quot. and all she could say was. Then began a battle a miserable struggle to tell. you d better get Raymond Sill to marry me. and said. her head on the back of the seat in Margaret leaned John Cosher at that moment. Would that unspeakable experience come to her? God! She couldn t stand it. or before some guest. she said abruptly. Margaret knew praying. She was too young. She became obsessed with the notion that she would some time blurt out the whole story before her father.

&quot. He could He was always seeing his little girl as he wanted her to be. t. I m going to bed. but its unreality that crushed him. that a fact was the hardest foe in the world to face. living with facts all his life. He would not accept it. thought until the moment he discovered his daughter s train ing had been inadequate to meet the stress of her gen eration. Some delicacy some sentiment made him mute in the presence of this fact. not reading as was his room. afraid I shall have to have an fainted. custom. with a light for his pipe.&quot. &quot. whether her father knew. his hands gripping the One day when Margaret came down arms of the chair fiercely. to the living she found her father. never as she actually was.Come IRON CITY called for Carl Morton.Oh. &quot. Margaret looked no different. Mother. and then to for Doctor I m my room.210 and Carr. chair at night.Yes. &quot. Morton had Carl Morton. as he had longed to have her do he sat back luxuriating in the comfort of it. . Carl said no word directly or indirectly to Mar garet that led her to believe that he knew her trouble. but sitting very still. and immediately the Great Shame which was so unreal became the bitterest reality of his life. and his eyes dull and dis- . operation. really now well that Margaret inquired of her confined to her bed. For a time he succeeded so mother. not believe it. But now it was not the fact of Margaret s se duction.&quot. if any She hung over his thing and more considerate. Maggie. he does and you have nearly killed him. don But Mrs. indeed she was more beautiful. He tried hard not to let it make any difference in his relations.

The men at the fac tory thought that &quot. Please don t. but it had left him free to brood over per sonal troubles. He had gone to Sill early in the strike. He must not be tender to Mar garet. and had shown . would be encouraging social crime . for that yet. now that trouble had come to her. After that. At the same time the she was like a child again. to some gigantic monster standing ready to ruin them. don t. he saw her as a child reaching out tiny. that brutal collective opinion of the mass. trying to con vince himself that the Trouble was real. &quot. to which he was so acutely sensitive. Do you hate me?&quot. with a swift gesture at his and walked quickly out of the room. It had not. seemed to need him more than ever. Margaret. grew in his imagination. matters worse Carl Morton was dispos normal functions. it was shut down. torn between two courses. supplicating arms to him. Morton did not understand his master.the Strike had got the old boy. weight of custom. 211 She knelt down beside him.&quot. So he struggled pitiably until the chronicle of his suffering showed itself in his carriage and face. his knee. He was the desire to succor his little girl. There was no work for him to do at the factory. eyes. he seemed farther away from her than ever. and always. something of her mother s resentment seemed to He show itself in To make sessed of all him.IRON CITY tant. The four weeks that followed Margaret s confession Mor ton spent pretty much alone at home. got up hurriedly.Oh. laying her head on Father. and his respect for law and custom.

&quot. . Sill. as Mrs. man.212 IRON CITY half force replied. as he awkwardly bathed and dressed lit tle Margaret. bringing her son. not In the course of his rompings. him how they could run along with seventy per cent production. and dragged his feet out into the street. with the sharpness of first impression. had struck little Margaret upon the head with a stick. It was Sunday. That very afternoon a cousin of Mrs.&quot. Groaning audibly. warmed with time that the baby was his. driven the thought of Margaret s disgrace. Morton called them. he found his hat. with redoubled pain. and found R.By and Sill had full of strike God. he reexperienced. suddenly came to In one of his brown a realization of its reality. He saw. there floated up from the deeps of memory a picture of the past. own head. studies. and Mrs. Morton s had come in. stumble into his office. and still he smiled at the guest. the first time that he had performed all the rites of mother hood for the baby. to confusion with And Morton saw Sill thrive on the One afternoon Morton. He went straight to the As Sill saw his fore factory. Sitting there this after noon. Morton had taken suddenly to bed. and he felt for the so shy. the boy quite three. from the pillow. she di rected him. wild eyed and haggard. no! This town is going to get its belly and they ll never want another one. his mind at once jumped to his own affairs. There was an impulse to rend little Billy limb from limb. the force of the boy s assault upon Margaret. struggle. to snatch up his own child and flee. and pretended that the blow had not much hurt the baby. hitherto tenderness. The blow seemed to fall a hundred times upon his first His fatherhood.

Raymond s got Margaret in trouble. &quot.&quot.&quot.Why.&quot. like a soldier at attention in the center of the room. He d Others ! That word &quot.Say &quot.I problem?&quot.That s an fell on Morton lie.&quot.Well. entirely ignoring Carl Morton. &quot. he said defiantly.&quot.Well. man&quot.IRON CITY &quot. cruelly. know very well.You his father. &quot. In a moment.what are you going to do with this &quot. That was all from Sill. but I don t see that there better get the others first. Do as I do. don t know what this man has been telling Father. the damned fool. &quot. Ray. self it. insulting young he snapped . what is it?&quot. the young man stood before his father. To tell the truth. his real concern was for Raymond. what have you been doing to your worrying about this strike? It s as good as won. In the silence that intervened Sill got up and called Raymond. then he re covered his composure. thrive on Morton sat down feebly in a chair and said bluntly. What incon venience would this escapade entail ? Now that he had his son comfortably settled in the Efficiency Depart ment. a problem.You mean Morton nodded his head. R. nothing. he didn t want to send him away. ?&quot.&quot. &quot. Raymond had no trouble in finding words. answered Raymond was startled for a moment. He said significantly to Morton. is you. Bob &quot.Why. I ll handle him. Sill was not greatly surprised. &quot. &quot. 213 Morton. continued Sill.

Ray.&quot. you don t they? . will leaned back in his swivel a paper weight. don t interrupt till I m through. he saw Morton dejectedly looking at his feet.You won t believe him.&quot.&quot. &quot. Morton looked as if he would contradict him. Morton.Life old and freezing. the strong win.Sit down. &quot. let s go over this to gether. Carl began agitatedly. Margaret loves him. Morton. You can t believe him. growled Sill behind up This.&quot. That ll do. Bob. like raised hands.Think &quot. measured its pro up portions carefully. in business. tears running down his cheek. but between men &quot. all t get excited.214 IRON CITY and he sprang up. time was when the fuss you are making would be just about the thing.don man.People what people be damned. must be approached coolly. but people are seeing things Sill chair. now. sit down say. about the brotherhood of churches. &quot.&quot. &quot. master talking. Margaret s innocent. Morton kept silent. now. problems. roused instantly from his lethargy.No. Why.&quot. &quot. humped in a chair like one who is is a fight. I ll bring her here to tell you herself &quot.&quot. you and I are back numbers in these mat ters.But you ll make him marry her !&quot. &quot.Morton. When Sill turned from the door that shut Raymond out.No scene here.&quot. All this rosy mythology man goes very well in know how it is it don t go. &quot. He did not know that it was only years-old respect for himself the master that had kept Morton from braining Raymond with a chair. that s all. then said reflectively. It was the &quot.Now. picked different now. Morton. &quot.

girl. The divorces. &quot.With ain t what s father and small apartments.&quot. I remember that grand house in Vermont had thirty rooms in it. she now?&quot.&quot. made her mother girl &quot. was merely that through which they both. This he said ex pansively. with his heartiest note of comradeship. Morton was not following very well. Sill went it on. to understand that. too.&quot.Your probably what?&quot. family meant more then. he continued.IRON CITY You and I 215 have been through enough scraps together haven t we?&quot. m sorry it we can fix that.&quot. is &quot. . Morton s confused mind did not completely grasp the fact that the philosophy Sill was expounding so needn t bill. her. understands better than you &quot. &quot. Morton.&quot. win. mean that I can t make Raymond marry on s Sill s face. They re older at sixteen than we were at twenty-four and they know very well that love hain t only a matter of holding hands. Why.and sat speechless. and we can fix up the months.&quot. &quot.I mean.Love &quot. Morton &quot. for Sill s analysis of the world he was living in ran so counter to Morton s own conception that he could not grasp it. &quot. the home used to be.that the young peo ple haven t bgged behind. &quot. his eyes is a fight.You &quot.Of the strong I . mond and your this. course. but it She can go away for a few fluently. your girl.Now I figure. He hit turned out his hands. It isn t necessary. Morton master went on.It I Just take the case of Ray bet she is not all cut up about sick.&quot. and are seeing life pretty much as it is these days.

I either. don t demanded.&quot. Bob. Mr. &quot. . he would not be expected to see all so clearly. Margaret might better How noisily an empty life runs! What a tragedy it is to build a life upon another He only to find both shattered because of one. You know we understand &quot. and he found it changing the shape of his whole world. you in the street! Walt Kuhns was such a man. nor your counsel &quot. he said curtly.216 IRON CITY had gained their power. per Morton. Morton. but from a higher motive than Sill. &quot.I re a fool. How sweet she looked How clean Miss Effie. &quot.&quot. or facing life. For some inexplicable reason he found himself thinking of Walt Kuhns.&quot. therefore. haps. done. don t want your money.Here s your cap. m be dead! went out tremblingly. Sill that. Sill s ! stenographer. It ! was Mr. &quot. Bob.&quot. we?&quot. But something of Sill s truth he began to grasp. the invasion of the home by test.Well.&quot. out of respect and admiration for a friend.you better look for an other man for the forge room.After the strike is over.&quot. I m done. What prolonged agony may lie beneath the seamed face and quiet manner of the man next you in the car. &quot. Morton evaded the question.Thanks. he said wearily. the economic law of the survival of the fit Morton himself had been a lieutenant in many great struggles. Rising.&quot. Sill was expressing what he saw everywhere around him. each other anyway.You &quot. And Carl Morton found himself on the street.

and to enter war work. Sill. gave her an other toss into bitter experience. she made no effort to leave col That atmosphere of lege.&quot. From the moment fearful. die. whereas the proper thing. All heroines She made that resolution and afterwards she was with exultation. at any rate.Adam Bede. that Margaret Morton had recovered most of her old gayety. the play Margaret now to see that she had taken her affair with Ray began mond too lightly. on the way home. the night after Carl s interview with R. . the in Through the medium of evitable course. ideas that had enfolded her like a fate. tense and the screen.IRON CITY 217 Perhaps Margaret was not serious about going to France. did that. that they entered she. was unable to take her eyes from The play was &quot. In the hope of regaining some of her old happi ness. filled was She must to destroy herself. Margaret went to the Green Jewel with the girls. The girls found.

There s only one. Haskell continued. The last phrases were those of Senator Matt Tyler. Perhaps Haskell was not serious. have to face two thousand thieves.appalling state of our fair city due to the blind greed and voracity of certain workers. It was Haskell speaking at a conference of the lead ing citizens of Iron City over the &quot.&quot. What he lacked was imagination. of course.But &quot. anxious to Sill bring the meeting into his own hands again.But beings.&quot.&quot. who was did not answer.Kuhns.When I was in Idaho. &quot. and when we caught the thief. &quot.&quot. s a strong point in Haskell 218 sugges- . the obvious. Haskell explained. Sill s big voice boomed.&quot. Boyne continued.CHAPTER XX WHAT we need is a Horse-Thieves Associa tion.&quot. &quot. &quot. all belonged from whose office We editor to bar-tender. had gathered Sill. inclined to be pessimistic.&quot. misled by mercenary and brutal walk ing in delegates. to fatality of the class-mind is forget that those outside the charmed circle are The human &quot. I saw just how effective such a little alliance could be. Boyne and Haskell. he was strung up.Still He despised Haskell for dealing in we can t hang there is him. you didn t said Boyne. zip.

With alacrity Boyne.Listen here&quot. s &quot. spite of optimism in some quarters (this meant for a thrust at Sill) the strikers have had was ment of the best of the bargain. Strikes are daily occurrences.Thanks to the Republic-Despatch. &quot.in Boyne con tinued. sneered Boyne. we ve got to do &quot.&quot. function to be the judicial.&quot. ought to fetch em.&quot. and Haskell made themselves attentive.Gentlemen. thrust.is this a meeting It was the signal they were waiting for. Tyler. &quot. 219 Senator Tyler always considered his particular something.but they re not carrying sentiment outside of the city.This Haskell went on..Well. Sill inquired.&quot.That the strike &quot. and instinctively they knew that the battle . and are carrying the senti the town. &quot. &quot. I suppose. &quot. The bal ance of power in any assembly always gravitates to the strongest will. the Hun dreds of for their way is families are anxious to work and pay homes but the powers that be say no. Trin content to go a little slower and manage her own . and the conference took on an air of greater formality. ignoring Boyne from the Trinway Globe! all s Iron City is enjoying unusual prosperity with luxuries thrown in. If once the public sees that &quot.&quot. &quot. &quot.That because of Cosmus young fool. They all knew that Sill carried the solution of the problem behind his ears.&quot.&quot. is &quot. men with business. put in Haskell. ruining its R.IRON CITY tion. of the Ladies Aid?&quot. I am running that on the front page to-morrow.

if the core-makers are sick of the strike. &quot. &quot. clearing his throat. Sill Sill. that so?&quot. is &quot. this is a nation-wide move ment. and give the point out that was looking directly at strikers the satisfaction would have been mere Sill raised his foolishness.&quot. find in the interference of the constitutional rights of citizens by organized labor. unable to conceal his satisfaction in his own power. suppose you know that the core-makers asked to go back to work this morning. between just two champions. there will never be another strike in Iron City. that of these jackals. repeat. gentlemen.&quot. asked Boyne.Like whipped Tyler exclaimed.&quot.Is &quot.I &quot.Bully!&quot. gentlemen. Sill turned gratefully to Senator Matt Tyler.I complete paralysis of trade would be voice slightly.We a cigar and Tyler. chuckled Haskell. we are through with them. and we ll teach the country how to rid itself I venture to say. he found that Tyler never failed to clothe his beliefs and practices in the high sounding language of the legal tradition. this is no mere local disturbance. spoke again. that the freedom of individuals has been restricted and personal liberty assailed. dogs.That. It was as if the toga concealed the brutal . &quot.220 lay now. IRON CITY and had and Kuhns. lain.&quot. of seeing us stagger. the close of the first stage of our campaign.&quot. that Nothing short of effective. after He lit &quot. you remember ( Sill Boyne) were anxious to stag ger along for months on half an output. said. And let me some gentlemen. the merchants and the public soon will be. It means that our method of attrition is working.

he lacked woe fully the poetic. Bridges are built. his plans. and you re the man to put that across to the people. abysses spanned. Everywhere in this materialistic civilization of ours we see evidence of the mathematical imagination at work. can go the limit. and loved him as a comrade and brother.When once we get the public behind us. For this. He turned to &quot. would deliver the speech and Sen ator Tyler would lend his name to the movement as president. and crystallize into action. The second step in our is to take advantage of the restless senti campaign it ment of the public against the strikers. buildings lifted the great and terrible cities laid down by the vivid precision of the scientific mind.That s just it. Yes. for the formation of the Citizens Alliance. and Sill smiled grimly at his own humor. Sill made Tyler was to draw up the manifesto. that kind of in sight which real. canals dug. But first they must be won. you re right.IRON CITY 221 sinews of a war-god in ks softening folds. only blind. we need a Horse-Thieves Association. Perhaps he was not serious of hanging Walt Kuhns. lets us into other lives. Haskell. which would serve as the keynote speech. What do you think of an Iron City Citizens Alliance?&quot. spoke when he clearer There followed more discussion. A young lawyer chosen to be vice-president. This faculty and this only may make our civilization safe and democ racy Sill had mathematical imagination. and even hang Kuhns!&quot. &quot. But what we lack is poetic imagination. Matt. Sill found Tyler indispensable. and the only way to win them was . The alliance would seek to embrace all the manufacturers and merchants of the city. we Boyne.

each establishment to have one vote for every four employees. say. Matt Tyler.&quot. returned Sill. &quot.that we could use some such plan as this. and me one thou sand. S. three hundred. &quot. . and more consultation. and unlawful.One word. whether of capital or labor. Let s see. Senator. is to the individual to follow hamper or restrict the freedom of what association he will. This Alliance must be entirely democratic. coincident with the ideals of the na tion. Pens and paper were brought out. at length. was drafting page after page of eloquent argument. and soon in neat long-hand. Matt. with dignity and formality.&quot. and then.Of course. that would give you. to coerce other persons to become members of such organizations and to come under its rules and regulations. right to organize for an unlawful purpose by unlawful If the purpose of any organization.&quot. U. Boyne. There was more scratching. and had blackened the fair name of the city. last When Tyler reached the phrases he mouthed them melodiously. We could vote according to &quot.&quot. Sen ator Tyler arose and read : &quot. then such is organization government. was thinking. under pen alty of a loss of employment or of business.The Alliance concedes the absolute right of all persons to organize for the protection and furtherance of their common interest by proper methods.I establishments. Sill leaned over the table.&quot. is contrary to the spirit of our to the spirit of American institutions.222 IRON CITY to show them that the strike had ruined trade.We can fix that&quot. but it denies the means. &quot. &quot.

Jesus Christ!&quot. submitted &quot. alone unperturbed. his eyes glittering and keen. advertising. fulsome. he walked resentfully across the carpeted room and threw open the door. there room for a representative of the press. while of applause. under his breath and began to laugh as boys do who are caught in mischief. Sill. Kuhns never flinched.&quot. and personal liberty assailed. Then Tyler. in the interference of the constitutional by organized labor. through channels chains tighter and tighter. their legitimate rights and liberties as have paid tribute. &quot. by way of which sought to forge the and further encroach upon men and citizens. Boyne was preoccupied with something out of the window. &quot. as a matter of policy.Men have been shot for an intrusion ing than this press or no press. though the words were bitter. Haskell blessed &quot. As Senator Tyler was moistening ceed.Is gentlemen?&quot. having brushed his hair three times with his unencumbered hand. came a rattling knock on the The Senator frowned. there his lips to pro office door. The Senator looked embarrassed. who was standing at ease in the hall. was clapping Sill was visibly elated. Men have desired the right our merchants and tradesmen of managing their own business affairs and they have doubtless. but as the summons continued. . that the freedom of the individual has been restricted. On the threshold stood Walt Kuhns. even Boyne caught something of the spirit of the attempt.IRON CITY There was a rustle 223 Haskell. opened his lips to speak.We find rights of citizens to this. and more than this. lean and his hands softly. less insult answered as a general should. anticipated him.&quot. but Walt Kuhns.

Shut the door. &quot. The following Sunday.Don t swear. &quot. Haskell. at the vantage point behind the scene. a spectator. The meeting was over. We Sill broke in. Sill.224 &quot. closed. &quot. IRON CITY that if member he answered smiling.please to re you happen to be interested in unions. he strode out. gentlemen. so that R. the whole drama. while Haskell. pale and The door was trembling.&quot.Oh well. Reverend Mr. and picking up his hat. drew ap plause from the audience at the proper moment. in the back of the hall.All very right. and the Trades Council keeps open house.&quot. Three days later at a mass meeting at Johnson s Opera House the Iron City Citizens Alliance came to life. Dingley. knew that the second battle of the campaign Sill. Tyler began again. began to curse. well. The meeting was unreeled as re hearsed in Tyler s office a week before.The sacred and inalienable rights of citizen- ship&quot. Senator.&quot. &quot. some close to admiration for a moment flickered in thing the eyes of R.&quot. commanded Sill. &quot. Tyler marched back to the end of the table. the young lawyer. mouthing Senator Tyler s words.&quot. but to a keen observer. Tyler. the Labor Defense is at your service. bluntly. then was gone. Cosmus. President Hugh Crandon of Crandon Hill College.He ll give me hell in that sheet of his the black-hearted &quot. are you afraid ?&quot. now &quot. between Matt Tyler and Martin Boyne. asi the mover of the surveying strings. was interested to see on the platform. of .that win do understand each other. was duly won.

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225

the First Congregational Church, preached on the text, "Be of the same mind, one with another."

Although the strike had been in progress for two months, and Iron City had writhed in anguish, this was the first Sunday that Reverend Mr. Dingley had referred to the subject so near to all hearts. Now he
said:
"Organizations

have underestimated the rights and

the place of the individual man, whether in the form of a mob of lynchers, or trusts or labor unions. Labor

unions have underestimated the relation of religion man, and have chosen to shape their movements in the saloon rather than under the pro Perforce, union men tecting mantle of the Church. for we may think of men only as individuals have been misguided, and have mistaken violence, rather than love, for an instrument of persuasion." Over at St. Peter s, Father Gregory, after reading to the union and my this union pledge "My fidelity to the members thereof shall in no sense be in duty terfered with by any allegiance that I may now or
to the individual
:

hereafter

to any other organization, social, po thundered, litical, religious, secret, or otherwise "No Catholic taking such an oath can receive absolu
"

owe

tion

from me or any other priest." Only two men arose and walked

out.

By

these signs public sentiment, always fickle,

was

due to veer and Walt Kuhns, lashing back coolly and sagaciously in his paper, burning in his cause, threat
ening here, imploring there, was telling the strikers that their cause was won. But in truth it was lost the moment the public, moving along habitual chan
nels
its

press, the church, and the school unstable allegiance.

transferred

CHAPTER XXI

AT
it

the college, that other channel of public opin word concerning ion, the strike was taboo.

No

appeared in the college paper, though two students, Weaver and Jenkins, catching its meaning, became Presi sympathetic followers of the working men. dent Crandon once referred to the "horror and vul garity of violence and of narrow-minded anarchism." Professor Charles Henry Clarke spoke on the "beauty of self-control, and the ill-fated French Revolution"; while Dean Georgia Summers rhapsodized over "that idyllic time when the rustic and artisan would re joice in their noble share in the labor of the land." Watching anxiously, John Cosmus found that Iron It was not City considered the strike monotonous. so interesting as a baseball game. Nothing happened.

There was no
picketed the

violence.

Day

after

day,

the

men

empty

factories in a

grim

effort to rally

flagging public attention.

One by

one,

some of the

workmen grew discontented, and dropped off, moving away to other towns for work. But the majority
were
faithful

the six hundred held true behind their

leader.
esting.

Him Cosmus
to find

As he saw more and more
made Ezra Kimbark
two vagrants,

was astonished
ties that

found always vivid and inter of Walt Kuhns, he him possessed of the very quali
so attractive.

What
would

friends these

lost to the church,

have been if the gulf of class feeling had not opened between them! Kuhns was everywhere imparting
226

IRON CITY
his spirit to the

227

men.

He

implored them to respect

He strove to lift the strike into the abstract realm of principle. He had confidence enough in this riff-raff of human life
property and to use no
violence.

to instruct

them

in

"the

art of striking in order to

focus public opinion on the justice of their cause." And he succeeded! There had been no violence and

Picketing was peaceful. said to be a worker, had been beaten up negro, because the men had learned that all the former negro

no destruction of property.

A

workers were still in Sill s pay, waiting for the factory to open. This was the only instance of violence. Haskell s

paper

made much

of this assault of doubtful

significance.

Cosmus was scarcely more than a benevolent spec tator of the struggle. Once or twice he contributed letters to the "Labor Defense" and brought disap
proval down upon his head. He did not see Kuhns often because Kuhns was too busy. But the glimpses he had of the man won him to loyalty. The labor

demagogue, but a far-seeing, Cosmus marveled at his pa fearless, patient patriot. coolness and deep capacity for indignation. tience,
leader
selfish

was no

Inseparably linked with the strike in Cosmus s mind the war. Both upheavals the stupendous there and the miniature here were but manifestations of the same spirit beneath; both represented destruction of barriers, and the perceptible union of large masses

was

of men.
tionalism
alliance

Inevitably the

war was
it,

to

mean

interna

was meaning

as nation after nation in

groped toward each other for understanding. How was Iron City, then, ever going to become a part of that glorious post-bellum world, if it could not ac
cept understandingly mass

movements

at

home?

228

IRON CITY

There were the usual drawn faces of men, who found themselves in the midst of an ordeal severe be yond their calculation; there were patient, sharptongued, conservative women, eager for the comforts that the strike would bring, but hating the cost there were children with puzzled faces, and aching bellies; there were men made bitter by the sharp sense of dif ference between those who were up, and those who were down and under; there were men grown cynical,
;

convinced that there was no justice or kindness in the

world and that conditions could never be bettered; there were men grown vengeful and cruel, eager to hurt and destroy; and there were men ready to make their leaders suffer for failure which had come too
soon.

To

this spectacle
its

Jealous of

of woe, Iron City was indifferent. reputation, interested only in business,

blind to principle, it prided itself on the respectability of the strike. It rejoiced in surface sight.

Cosmus saw one day a little girl in clean pinafore Here eating refuse from a neighbor s garbage pail. was symbol enough of the social order.
"Here

in

America, metaphysics have fallen into

The science once described as the search disrepute. in a dark room for a black cat that isn t there is quite
modern world. Yet, in so far means passing beyond the physical, seeing beneath the surface, democracy rests upon it. Only when men become metaphysicists to the extent of seeing principles behind masses, and quivering, pal
too impractical for the
as metaphysics
pitant

minds beneath externals,

may democracy be

j

come actual." As usual it was Sarah Blackstone who shared Cos-

mus

s

doubts and hopes during this period.

IRON CITY
One day
called

229
strike R. Sill

in the third

month of the

up
t

his friend, Senator

Matt Tyler.

"Can

"What

you come down, Matt?" s up now victory?"

"Better than that revenge." In a half-hour Tyler s roadster stood in front of

the factory and Tyler was mopping his quiet office of the manufacturer.

brow

in the

Lighting a fresh cigar, R. Sill took from a strong box, the key of which hung to his watch chain, a legallooking document; he patted it fondly, and then said,

handing

it

to his friend.

"There

ain

t

that a

beauty?"

Tyler quick eye ran over the paper. Amazement He shone in his face, then admiration, and fear.
s

whistled increduously. "Aren t you going too far, Bob? Be careful." Sill leaned back in his chair, as he had done when

he talked to Carl Morton, several weeks before, and the same proud look of power came into his face. But now he was jubilant. "Stand up, ye great barrister, and be catechized. Who maketh the laws of the state?"
"Public Opinion."

"Who

executeth the laws of the state

?"

"Public Opinion."

course, and Opinion for Judge
"Of

we have
Dunbar
s

carefully prepared Public
injunction.

Read

it."

Senator Tyler began to read. The injunction, is sued by Judge Dunbar, of the Circuit Court, named

Walt Kuhns, Jerry Mulvaney, Mary Levinsky and Wilson Grover. The plaintiff was designated as R.
Sill

and Son.

There were seven

clauses,

and as the

230
Senator read them,
the concrete.
"From

IRON CITY
Sill

exultingly translated

them into
any place

at

any time,

in

any manner, or

at

interfering or meddling with any persons whomsoever who may desire to enter into the employ of the plain
tiff,

R.

Sill

and

Son."

"That

s

for

Mulvaney and

his

pickets."
"

"From
"That

threatening or coercing
for the

s

low-down guy who beat the

nigger."

"From
"

gathering in bodies, or coercing or accost

ing
"That

s for

Wilson Grover, and

his anarchists

"

"From
"That

publishing or causing to be published s for Kuhns."
"

"

"From
"That

writing or distributing s for that Cosmus."
"

"From
"That

boycotting
for that
he-woman."

s

committing any acts of which the plaintiff, and Son, complains." "That for the whole gang no matter what they do. What do you think, Tyler ain t she a beauty?
"From

R.

Sill

Just about air-tight.
disconcertingly.
"Yes,

Eh?"

Senator Tyler wrinkled his regal nose and frowned
if

you don

t

care

what you

do.

Extremes

usually act as boomerangs. to ease it up a bit. That s
Sill

You

d better get Dunbar

my

advice."

put the injunction carefully back in the box, and the box into the safe. Then he turned and faced
Tyler.

not running for the "Oh, well, Matt, you see I Senate or anything, and I guess that ll have to stand as it
is."

m

object of the laughter.You you out?&quot.I saying.&quot. shook his head &quot. Sill and Son s plant.At 231 do you spring the psychological his it?&quot. quite too far. and evidently between him and the crowd was passing much talk and banter. and a few women and children hanging on the edge of the crowd. gaunt and severe. thick and fast from the crowd.&quot. he heard laughter epic laugh ter the great tittering of a good-natured crowd. your think-tank!&quot. off The man answered. Standing in front of the gate was a man who.That s going too far.&quot. can lick Replies came &quot. He was &quot. Perhaps the Senator had babbled so long about the inalienable rights of the people that he had come to believe in them. laughing in derision. way home.IRON CITY &quot. &quot. * * s(e s|e * :{= When John Cosmus came around the corner ap proaching the factory. . he discerned Kuhns among the men. he found instead of a few pickets of strikers in the past a large irregular patch of men. boots. ve got dirt in your carburetor!&quot. In a few minutes.&quot. Sill s let &quot. as he joined the men on the outskirts. They stood carelessly about before the gate of R. one could see at a glance.When &quot. on and muttered.Lick any ten of you.If any of you think you can keep me from work.Who &quot. moment. As he drew the quota nearer. by clothes and man He was evidently the ner.Dust &quot. was not of the strikers. ending in ragged calls and bickerings. still But Tyler.

was flowing toward the factory gate. had taken the place of the first decoy. and try it. the crowd en veloped Kuhns. the men. somewhere between a murmur and a It was shriek. The lone aggressor waited to take one lunge at the fore most assailant. to steady himself. maledictions. this To seeing the man pass into the factory. Curses. fast taking on the beastly exterior of the mob. and leaped to a fence. He the good humor of the crowd knew that Kuhns must be proud of these men. his Soon John had the satis disciples of non-resistance. then slipped into the safe precincts of the yard. Stones began to fly. him There were shouts. fed up on bad whiskey. passed on and stormed the gate. Get Daggett Get the skunk . and seeing Jenkins and Thinking Weaver on the other side of the street. the terrible moody buzz of mob anger and impotence. the incident closed. like black ants. more laughter.Get tercept the crowd. policeman. a terrible noise. Cosmus saw that a man a much larger man in the posture of challenge and It defense. His limbs trembled beneath him as the crowd.232 step IRON CITY up like a man. holding to a branch of an overhanging tree. Cosmus was surprised at its discipline. coalesce by instinct to form a human battering ram. as he turned. ! ! !&quot. Cosmus saw Kuhns. and he saw. &quot. was evidently his presence that too. and looked. motioning rush from the side to in them back like a traffic mingled with the threatening roar of mad men. I can lick seventy-five of ye. when he heard that peculiar raucous dissonance. which issues from a crowd in anger. he was ap faction of proaching them.&quot. What had happened? He mounted a stone. had worked the change in the strikers.

from them heavy streams of water began to pour. for it narrowly missed a child as it swung on two wheels around the short corner and bore down upon the crowd of men. Cosmus was dazed. It had set up a loud honking. but nevertheless it came on. crowd. Then seizing stones and sticks. failed two streams of siz zling rain. The water was hot. Then the gate of the factory opened and the snouts of two fire hoses emerged. swaying back and forth almost from curb to curb. pre empting the street as its right. as if to push them into the street by sheer physical force. the car leaped . He saw futile battering with bare hands against barred doors. when something happened. and Cosmus was thanking God that the way was so easily The water had cleared. Suddenly the water ceased. But the men did not Twice they charged the gate in the face of heed. an oncoming automobile. Women and children screamed. wet the street. he saw Kuhns run back and forth before the wavering line of men. Strikers were rolling on the ground. at full speed. Then Cosmus saw the women and children on the edge of the crowd dash to the curb. and then tumbled shrieking to the pave ment. straight for the factory gate. he saw up the street. deliberately. Walt Kuhns stood fluid shot. in impotent anger at the conquering foes. running. The wheels skidded. It was a blind thing. shrieking and cursing.IRON CITY beat in 233 Cosmus s ears. Steam arose as it met the air. and where they parted. they hurled volley after volley. By magic the crowd parted. facing the ringed around by murmuring just without the . The water never feet back. the steam. cut a circle about the factory gate three hundred threatening men.

silently. There s &quot. In the arms of two Raymond Sill men was sat the limp form of Walt Kuhns.Line up. about factory gate. ering Expect ing to see death. scampering. Kuhns. now thoroughly cowed. Another cry from the crowd! This time of pity and dismay. bitterly. Contemptuously. strikers.&quot. his breath both him. The machine seemed to swerve and then stopped tremblingly. parted again. Mulvaney.My man he s a murderer. Before Cosmus could. for he was shaking his finger in the white face of old Sill s son. And he found himself your the center of an excited throng. more machines appeared. back to the pave ment. God such law. line up.&quot. Suddenly Cosmus found his tongue.getting white and trembling. Cosmus jumped down and ran where the thickest. which opened as if by magic to receive him. show pity or resentment. his imagination over-wrought. he cried. . Raymond. Without a word the sheriff motioned the strikers down mond muttering something to Ray out of here. behind the wheel. elbowing through. the crowd let him go. glued to the pavement by heavy brakes. made arrests. paying not the least attention to the the sheriff served his injunctions and wounded leader. in a high and squawky voice. &quot. he at last fought his way to the The automobile was clogged by angry machine. and then. blood running from a still mouth. and officers pushed men and women.234 IRON CITY a tangent straight for the mass of men. The sheriff took command and howled orders. still &quot. crowd was White and distraught.&quot. who scatter ing. slowly drove the car toward the off the big Stutz. don t arrest Kuhns.

the River of Wires reaching toward the cities and be He saw yond. That brought Cosmus up with a &quot. A hand on his shoulder brought realization that the student Cosmus to the Weaver was trying to say something to him.&quot. &quot. and there was the sound of &quot. s business had been resumed. a whistle began to shrill and long. sick with the pity of it all. Sill had won. revolving wheels.To the Emer gency Hospital. Works there s come with me. men cowed and sullen. nosed bleak. Cosmus turned away. then turning to the driver he directed. Crandon Hill Iron Works. Sarah! . soul And these men are soulless. Cosmus not fit said.&quot. way I into the crowd.&quot. to the more trouble down there. little children clutching frantically at their mothers skirts. &quot. Sud He blow denly somewhere in the factory.Who &quot.At jerk. the strikers dispersing wearily. The limp form of Kuhns was lifted not untenderly into the ambulance. protest.Shrill. said he was?&quot.This man is for the police station.Don t you want to Iron say. the one its which had once before carried Walt Kuhns.That world try s less.&quot. and as he at the end of the street beckoning. black &quot. the sheriff answered gruffly j &quot.Officer. his voice still husky. &quot. Industry the is indus thought Cosmus. they &quot.Where?&quot.IRON CITY the 235 Awesome stillness settled down over the street At summons of a whistle a police ambulance.&quot. superior. Professor. saw the women. too. there was turned.&quot. voice. with aprons at their eyes.&quot.

not without a sense of the pathos of abandoned and disused things which The the stale coal-scents invoked. after emptying his own pockets of coin. He managed finally to narrow dark passageway. Cosmus lurching back and had time to curse all strikes forth in the unsteady and violence that touched the innocent. gesticulating wildly. and he received at the same time the blows of his own merciless intellect as it saw and measured the law of compensation.236 Riot ! IRON CITY The two students saw the professor dash mad ly after a jitney. He saw at once the fu of trying to press through that throng. He fic drove the car on furiously. until he had left the blue-coat. No guard was at the wide door of the foundry to bar its entrance. Works in two.That s what you get.for preaching think the most of shall pay. that cut the Iron place was still. Within the factory s he found no manifestation of excitement. the woman you was saying. &quot. great yard. upon the railroad switch track. and drive off at a speed something in excess of seat. and as Cosmus wheeled around the Boyne tility corner he came suddenly upon the crowd. beating at s windows and doors. up a side street. semaphoring foolishly far behind. that opened upon the wide marble corridor. relieve the man at the wheel. where mahogany doors into a come out . &quot.&quot. Once he saw a traf man. The Crandon Hill Iron Works were built close to the pavement at the intersection of Fourth Avenue and Fifth Street. and turned away from He sped off to the left the shouting mob. and he threaded his way through the deserted shop.&quot. but it did not occur to him that it might be he whom the policeman wished to stop. all limits. intellect strikes.

he noticed an ugly. came in through the broken windows from the street. &quot. she seemed asleep! Thank right eye. surge after surge of tender feeling. He threw open the wide door. the large room had never seemed more attractive. and even in the midst of his excitement Cosmus felt break over him. cruel. the guttural com plaints of the strikers. . place and injustice It It was the that he saw Boyne first. he thought. as if detecting the movement at the window. As he bent over her. where Sarah worked. Was the office empty! Undisturbed. which though only apparent. where black blood had clotted. Cosmus glanced away. nevertheless was so pathetic. set up a swelling howl of anger. Cosmus turned around quickly. to see Sarah lying clear and beautiful behind the desk. Some impulse . and lifted Boyne clear of discomfiture. something like fear and hatred beat at Cosmus s heart.He must be dead he is so limp. He hesitated. soulless. The great office throne of might meant to him only her! where Sarah worked.&quot. For a moment. a crumpled between the brick jamb and the halffigure caught closed French window that opened upon the narrow portico overhanging the street Boyne s head dangled sickeningly toward the floor. 237 Here Cosmus was upon familiar ground. was irony God! And comfortable. discolored bruise above her But for that. and he had no trouble in finding the luxurious offices of the president. It eased him to see the limp figure lying straight and still. and scattered stones and cans. and urgent. answering impulse. As he did so the mob beneath. and welling memories of Sarah. save for bits of shat tered glass.IRON CITY glistened.

conflicting ideas. I never want to see another strike again. started ab the Ford still panted. &quot.I comfortable.it was you who came?&quot. with Sarah recovered. and pushed futilely at the tenderly with his which he stripped off. backed daringly over the tracks. I think they shot him. stalled his engine. But she smiled. and wound his way out of the yards again.&quot. her lips trem bled. Cosmus on his to the hospital to see Walt Kuhns. into the passage way. She was heavy for him and moment. That way . self-starter. Then. she said. John. and a stone or something hit me. They made her &quot. There was no wonderment only weariness and pain in that look. turning away. Soon they were in the street. toward home. &quot. where He lifted her in.&quot. Sarah opened her eyes. phys ical exertion.I Then pillowing her m all right. night.&quot. &quot. he lifted Sarah in his arms and lurched into the hall. he staggered down the person. Boyne and I rushed to the window.when the men attacked. under the wise administration of the landlady. In her own room. must tell you. hall. too. Black lines flared across the page. Cosmus thought. he whirled the engine over-coat. exultant.Oh. now empty.&quot. saw an extra Republic-Despatch. and threaded the maze long of deserted walks of the foundry to the yard. she said. up at him. he staggered but he knew infinite satisfaction in that Beneath excitement. he was aware of the sweet appeal of her Saddened. ruptly. and Cosmus dashed off through an alley into Jenkins Street. jumped in. &quot. into action.238 IRON CITY drove him toward the portico to thrust out at that vio lent thing in the streets.

STRIKE REGIME OVER: PUBLIC REJOICES! Cosmus read. So Walt How the city streets swarmed! and he heard the sound of careless laughter! . President Crandon Hill Iron Works. paused and wondered. Kuhns pays. but Will Recover. Shot.IRON CITY 239 JUDGE DUNBAR PUTS END TO REIGN OF TERROR Serves Injunction on Violent Mob Outraging Public Decency ONE STRIKER SERIOUSLY INJURED IN FRACAS MAY DIE Boyne.

Sill to use his influence to keep President Hugh Crandon from in the strike. These facts were unpleasant.Son boy. It Somehow he made his nerves jumpy. but went straight to mother found him soon after. discharging Cosmus for his part enough. and that she had made a plea for Mr. could not go near the big He did not go in his to dinner. room.are you ill?&quot. Stutz.&quot.&quot. a note from her saying that if he did not take her to the dance at the Country Club she would come alone and &quot.Would Just plagued tired. &quot. And he had not ridden home. she had suc ceeded. 240 . Mother. where his she said. &quot. There and that. &quot.CHAPTER XXII ending ONE Raymond came home from evening soon after the of the strike the factory by foot. you like a cup of tea?&quot. but they did not account entirely for the deep sense of foreboding which he carried home with him that night. strangely was something profound and ominous in the gloom which enveloped him something beyond his mind to control.No. He had received.&quot. He knew cently seen his father. &quot. He was aware that she had been impertinent brazen his father had characterized her and he had concluded that Margaret must have threatened to ex pose him publicly. too.make a scene. in fact he had not ridden in a car since since the ending of the strike. that Margaret had re He was disturbed.

He shivered under the covers. am When &quot.Hazel said she would go to the club dance with you. three&quot. The sound of that awful word had wakened him. a lively wind was stirring in the trees. Raymond threw off coat and sank into a great chair. &quot. later. re working too hard.murderer.&quot.No. 241 what does &quot. I guess that s and he tried to speak naturally.Four. At 10 130 he went to bed. among came to .I glad. was gone. awake. Before turning his the knob. He was being arraigned by some one whom he thought was Cosmus.Yes. she paused and said. two.&quot.&quot. he thought. and smoked cigarette collar. only three hours and so on to twelve o clock. his mother said anx it. He awoke with a clear mind through the open win dow came the sound of singers trailing home through the misty night. and when the college clock struck some minutes she .&quot.IRON CITY &quot. Nature seemed some sar donic machine. but when he looked up there was Margaret. after cigarette. Mother. He was in a court-room thronged with faces.One. It was a dream. the autumnal trees The wind crashing him freighted with notes profoundly hostile. &quot. He saw them from the prisoner s In front of the Judge s bench was a black cof fin.You Mother.&quot. and in the rhythmic pause of the wind. With a deprecating gesture of impatience. Mother. five&quot. he remembered what had awakened him so soon. derer. to lie he counted. It keeps me awake. Then &quot. clad in black crying &quot. &quot.&quot. iously. another moved toward the door. mur familiar box.

But Walt Kuhns ? four. . he had resolved to go to Margaret and offer some kind of reparation.. and to-night Iron City. in a finale of social noted something of the size and catholicity of the crowd. the factory yonder. his room here filled with shadows. Raymond peered into himself. town. had gathered as splendor. . at the wall of darkness above him.242 IRON CITY he heard the clang of the machine of his father s and he won creation on the other side of the town dered about the men working there. in syncopation. . de A by agreement. enveloped him in friendliness. They were not the By day the world was open the houses of the . save for the din of the factory. as if feeling released if from the bondage of the strike. Already the orchestra was crashing out a two-step Rag-time from its barbaric lairs in . before he fell asleep. Now the night. were by day. she found the great stone house aglare. to be there with them tonight ! He tried to bring his realization that the mind around to the point of world outside. It would be al most good. shut them out. long line of glistening limousines. he thought. clambers fearfully along a crumbling for one peep into the troubled depths of a vol edge cano. were just the same as they same. But he could not. What he found there As one who made him lie sleepless. The last party of the season in late October was often the gayest. the people. the wind clattering dolefully in the trees. He was alone. open cars of every type and model. and stare through fear .. including Fords. About When Margaret Morton arrived at the Country Club on the trolley alone.

letting her glance rest she loved Margaret realized remotely the staggering price one pays urge of sex. instead. Then she saw Raymond with Hazel Tyler. The pool looked very cold and very deep. sank down in the Morris chair. she entered she saw that logs were crackling in the two big fireplaces in the ball-room. and without flashing on the lamp. She kept her heavy cloak muffled around her. 243 first time. As she went up the path. and she set her lips to keep back sobs. during which Iron City had . past the leaden lagoon now smeared with blurred images of vari-colored lanterns from the windows. sweeping the room from length &quot. and soberly attired men. She trem bled. fire. just outside the zone of light cut by the chandelier in the hall. An ineffable sense of loss. Too soon the fullness of life had flown. save for complaining leaves. seemed out of place Outside the night was still. rustling dryly along upon (the heavy current of damp winds. In the last months. and the ting-tong of merry mingled voices came to her.&quot. she paused in the hall a moment. tears came. for the to Margaret.IRON CITY South America. she shuddered. and here she had time to think. as she had hoped. the vanishing of youth and the staleness of the world cut through her icy calm. She found. she thought. the library unoccu No fire had been kindled in the narrow grate. but she did not hesitate to enter. Here the blatant music. who precociously yields herself to the She did not go to the ladies s retiring room. pied.I hope they have a When on jeweled and bril liantly gowned women. In cut off as she was from all pleasure that that look to length.

And Raymond? She had come to see Raymond. Margaret had passed into a kind of sublimation of grief. . but it was not given these two thus to recover so easily by a phrase the alluring rapturous world which they had lost. much of her old gayety of manner had exultation. she had become elated but morbid. plunged fuWould he never take tilely in treatises on education. But it was the gayety of tragic In the perception of a solution to her To problem. such as her championing of John Cosmus before R. Save for spas modic wildness. her back again? It was the look of mute appeal in his eyes that gave her puzzled. She arose. acts All her ing. It was this theatrical sense which it had elements of danger. dog-like nerves. feeble and old. I have come to take The words were decisive. she thought bitterly of her father. she saw him alone peering about as if looking for some one. she must find a maid and send for him. Sill. were dramatic. Carl Morton had not weathered the storm.244 IRON been convulsed with the strike. he sat at home even now.&quot. for self. participating in roles of even tragic would sustain her in outcome to her In the few minutes in which she sat alone in the room of the club. and stepped into the hall. was looking for you.I this. prompted you out of by deep feeling. one bitterly suffer herself. She beckoned and he came towards her. At the other end. the other a solicitous witness of grief. searching. Mag. for Margaret misunder&quot. He ought not to look that way! He ought not to take on so! He never could see things as he cold ought to. she seemed two persons returned.

He was gleam concerned about her then. you are ashamed to &quot. and the room looked cold and uninviting.IRON CITY stood. switched on There were cigar stubs and ashes on the the light. &quot. and after fumbling at the curtain at the window. any?&quot.&quot.Sick &quot.if be with library.&quot. depends on where. seeing his perturbation. and during a lull in the music and dancing below. &quot.How have you been?&quot. &quot. way no. &quot. . and struck a match. I keep the plane out here. a little heat and a sickly light. only and he glanced at her apprehensively. She had raised her voice in excitement. Ray table mond snatched up the waste basket.I am going to stay. &quot.&quot. And what is more you are going to dance with me. &quot. She coughed. emptied its con tents into the grate. he followed her back into the she shut the door behind them. you don t. thought that her sus Raymond had come up to picions were confirmed. Ignoring her tone. she thought his to get her out of the was that some scheme of evening. it sounded un natural and too loud. ve been in bed a she answered. I hate it. and she. Here at the County Club there is a fine field for landing. throwing in a few magazines for good measure.Well enough to travel?&quot. she said. of satisfaction shone in her face. He glanced nervously around. intercept her. the fire gave out narrowly. She watched him How wasteful he was.&quot.&quot. to keep her away from the ball-room.Anywhere. she answered.&quot.Come in here. me. &quot.I lot. you know.That &quot. A &quot. 245 it Highly strung as she was.&quot.away from Iron City.Oh. he demanded. he continued.

have come to see me. and tired I am of this efficiency business Dad gave me. There was justice in the world at last. was as it ought to be . Mag. His manner changed.But to take t me down there. t. s only one way.But &quot. Life.If up. You re ashamed of me.&quot. But when she sick We answered.&quot.What do you I mean?&quot. I just like turned to her eagerly. said again emphatically. &quot.&quot.But He and interested. and suddenly he felt warmly happy. then turned toward her. Mag.&quot.&quot. &quot. &quot. you ll go with me. He arose and stood leaning against in the church. happy like the together.&quot. couldn t you?&quot. ought to stay here be down there dancing. He She not sick. He did not seem very much like a lover.I We others. don t want to go away.But you can t make it up that way. I ll make it all &quot. am m I was. happier than he had been for months.Maybe you did and maybe you didn t. He spoke without passion. he did not need to pay for that blind He There were no conse God Law had slipped its orbit.&quot.246 IRON CITY ll You don t know how find some place. I His eyes shifted.Like always was. &quot.&quot. There &quot. and of this Walt Kuhns mess. The great . mechanically. you can I go when you re sick. his eyes awake. thought you were sick and couldn You could &quot. understood. and his words and tone made Margaret almost pity him. Ray. You know it. she was precipitate. &quot. after all. moment quences to be met. I won t go. stretched out his hands toward the flimsy ashes in the fireplace as if for warmth.

The dra The one had eluded her she. Margaret saw the change in him and began to cry.&quot.You just couldn t be such a I.You couldn t be such a fool. and tremble.&quot. his face white and drawn. were as more. nevertheless they came spontaneously They sprang out at him with vivid force. She had rehearsed those words many times in the now.IRON CITY 247 the mantle. &quot. and said very simply.There is nothing to cry about. and finishing. matic in this scene with Ray had role vanished. his whole frame trembling. and seemed alive to Margaret. she had . &quot. drew her close to him. She saw Raymond start. He. &quot.Look at me.&quot. she said. searching his &quot. me before the others. look queerly at her. We re well out of it now. and he sat down beside her on the couch. She waited until his eyes met hers.Don t. I have decided to kill myself unless you own &quot. and you have not suffered &quot.Now do* I look as if I meant it?&quot. not free.Ray. Without Mag. Ray. Margaret did not enjoy her triumph. thing which had sustained her for weeks in the moment of her need. something of his old dashing spirit re turned. he was thinking of the last time he had seen Walt Kuhns. It was as if they some inner urge had uttered itself through them.&quot. much to blame as You fool. face. last &quot. too. &quot. Before he spoke. She pushed him away questioningly. was playing the grand and going She wiped her eyes clear of tears.&quot. Mag. few weeks. he reiterated spirit lessly.

Go. He did not cure the in She began to understand that it was an inner rather than an outer loss and must be a permanent one. could she be happy ? It was not Ray that she wanted. and drew her cloak about her I m not going down. who is well rid of a bad situation.&quot. You go. to your senses.Well. and the realization left her weak and sistent sense of loss.&quot. selected a cigarette and jabbed it fiercely between his He did not light it. In her the sense of loss renewed Could the world ever again be as it was? itself. quietly. he strode out.248 IRON CITY thought she would. the narrow eyes. &quot. What was she going to do now? What if he did consent to go down with her even to live with her.Come &quot. &quot. Ray.You fool. Ray said. have she said simply. &quot. you d like to make me a murderer. you?&quot. like that God damn Professor Cosmus. &quot. the figure somewhat squat all seemed hideous repul sive as passion always is. why don t we go down?&quot. damn it.Yes. Suddenly Raymond turned on her meanly. After a moment.&quot. Then she knew that it He wasn t Ray that she wanted. the music of the dance and feel the timbers of the whole house swing in rhythm to But something had whisked them afar off from all that merriment. too. shrugged his shoulders. She arose tightly.Oh.No. They could hear the lilting feet. &quot. distraught. drew out a silver case. She saw him in that moment in a new light the bullet head.&quot. He . arose and stood facing her. the well-kept mustache. With the bearing of one lips. &quot. Ray!&quot.

then she turned out the light.IRON CITY 249 Margaret stood for a moment thoughtfully. and a crooked moon showed themselves. That congenital affinity which from baby-hood seemed to unite them. To her it seemed that her father had never known about life. Here she sank star The sky had opened. and she could not understand how he could care more for a social law than for his own daughter. and a gratefully. She followed the balcony around to the steps that led to the ground on to the tennis Then she went hurriedly and purposefully court. toward a solution of this dilemma in her young life. the clinkle of strings and the creak of floors under swinging feet. but he . He had wanted her to have happiness. His allegiance to a social stand ard of another day remained inexplicable to her. There was her father. She was honestly trying to understand the situa tion. Hurried into maturity by precocious passion. had suddenly snapped and left them The great outer world of convention had groping. brushing the sere bushes as she passed. he had once so loved her. Going to the French win dow. she was groping as well as she might with her imperfect equipment. and stepped out on the balcony. or two. she was confused by the unex pected paths that distended from passion s center. And now his eyes hurt her. The night was dull and dark. and the lagoon. to a solitary bench by the water. save for splashes of color. she heard the clang of brass. seemed as leaden and un fathomable as ever. through the wet grass. drifted between them. down Afar off as in a daze. She could not choose. His broken efforts to be as he always had been struck terror in her heart. she unloosed the clasp.

had not shown her how or where to find it All he until her had ever said was. so aloof from the life that surged around it. &quot. From the factory her mind flowed to that other group of buildings on the hill. don t. She heard. Could she look to it for help? Her hands clenched at her face and she turned hot at the recollection of His fac old Sill s arrogance. so utterly lost to life. She had known that factory all her life and only during the strike had she ever failed to hear the beat of its wheels. only aim to. Strange. she always thought of Cosmus. She recalled that meeting long ago on the road east . How she hated him. when she thought of the college.Don t. above and beyond the brass and filled the pervading monotone of industry the whisper of wheels and whine of whistles expansive and dim. How impotent to help her the college seemed in this complex crisis in relation with other humans and with herself. Then there was her mother seemed closed by &quot. and beat about in futile ef forts to reason. Margaret.&quot. torn by the music from the Club. under the young moon. as she thought on those two quenched lives at home. She sat gnawing her nails. him! As usual Margaret was not thinking. the faint note of her environment.&quot.don t.250 IRON CITY t. tory had sucked her father dry and then scrapped strings. still and calm. She was drifting hopelessly along on the river of images that flows through the subjective world. don All the pretty world of pleasure had ears ached. and the swish of leaden waters before her. too. was with pity and resentment and the hopeless fu tility of turning back to them for aid. She could not think. so spiritless.

and his suggestion that they go to the secluded cabin. he going toward the city ? Why light Margaret sat down on the bench trembling. she had turned to leap into the water. Sud motor seemed to stop. and threw limbs were tense. denly against and then a floating rag against the moon and stars. She was all resentment toward him now. Just behind. She hated him for his selfishness and for what he had done to her life. Her gle on then as the cold wind struck her. alone. again. Raymond in She followed his flight. she thought. when her motor. Until this evening she had thought that she wanted to make him suffer. Perhaps Raymond was running away. She wondered how quickly it would be over. Cosmus had not helped her. across the river. she put her cloak It would help drag her down. all vibrancy. Calmer now. off her With sudden resolution she stood up. Just above.IRON CITY 251 of the city. seemed behind his plane denly his and then a vast leaf wafted eastward. but she had suddenly realized in that last interview that after all what he felt or thought no longer made any difference to her. broke in upon her. whether she would strug cloak. It was deep here she knew. it her. no one had. She was lost. have been different? A wave of self-pity broke over and she leaned against the cold bench and sobbed. Sud the open sky she saw a flying shadow. the great leaf swerved. for the heavier launches came up from the river. . like an heavy animal s. ready to leap as she stood looking down into the pool. wasn t A . Was ear caught the persistent drumming of a a launch coming up the river? No. What if she had gone? Would life her. veered and disappeared in shadows behind the trees ! How dangerous to fly at night.

and bathed her burning face. And then Margaret saw that was &quot.252 IRON CITY . She must be free! The moon and stars. it was only what she had missed. Some one must have opened a window in the house. a voice re it aren t you happy!&quot.&quot. She knelt softly by the lagoon. &quot.that Sarah Blackstone. child. woman was standing Margaret craved human inter she cried impulsively. It made no difference. the orchestra said so! How she wanted to be happy! How she loved life! Far away the foolish thought of death receded. Who would say it did? was to deny Margaret this easy egress from her Who problem? After all it was not a matter of bad and good. cony in a patch of On the bal shadow. &quot. for the music blew out to meet her mood. After a little slip like that? There all. a looking into the night. Only a simple matter of discrimination. . course. what did it matter was to be no baby no one need ever know. If only he were really gone! She looked up in the where he had disappeared suddenly she felt free sky suddenly she chose to live. She went exultantly toward the house.Oh.No. for what he had made her suffer alone! If only he were really gone she could forget and begin again she need never be reminded of what had happened. I am. It was not what Margaret had suffered.&quot. and dropped her handker chief into its waters. I can hardly say that plied.

One dream has recurred nearly every time I sleep. The post man had just brought the mail. It is only during the infrequent lulls in the battle when an unbelievable silence floats down on a fetid world. Life sleeping. made into a let He had written ter. &quot. Myself falling in a charge. Cosmus held before him ironies. I am the . lusting and underout. so I am not going to enter tain you with any close-ups of the front. The first relief I get from service. you wouldn t know me. and I have a hard time turning away from the women that infest all camps even the best. It seemed to be poor Kimbark s daily jottings. and therefore one can t have very much respect for himself. pretty I find myself overeating. That I have found typical. is cheap as nothing else in the world.Sergeant Ezra Kimbark died with honor in ITquiet was broad daylight like the rare the recent offensive at . that was I. : &quot. and peace glides in that I ever seem myself.&quot.I know your insatiable appetite for war stories. Ezra Kimbark. My case is War is all body. from the 253 outside. At the top of the letter when he opened it he read in a strange hand writing. I gorge myself on chocolate or wine and cakes if I can get them. clear and days of childhood. you have read them all. a letter the saddest of all war s from the dead to the living.CHAPTER XXIII in Cosmus s room. &quot. I always see him.

I knew it was an illusion. cried. I was filled with the hallucination that I was accom panied by a figure that was large and paternal. Don t stop.Yesterday when we took saw a French boy refuse hind. &quot. ten yards of trench. wasn t an ob- All my life-long country.Sometimes at the it. And more strange. &quot. or in the rush and stir of charge. go he on. and lose his life from a bomb from somewhere be &quot. in an interval of quiet. I to plunge his bayonet into the breast of an enemy. guns I flatter John. my myself that this is not merely the usual ex The perience of the expatriate. and yet I liked &quot. have pounded something into my head at last. shel tering me. Go on. and it has only been in these few days of horror that I have come into any realization of what America is to me. one has insistent visions these come most impossible moments. large and high had not eaten anything for nearly three paternal. I have been trying to find America. Tm tried He to wave his arms.The tangled truth of the war reveals this fact: Nations will no longer exist because of geographical .The other day when the Germans drove us back.254 i IRON CITY fall spectator. but peculiar to me. &quot. when he cried kamerad.And yet I am not sure this Lincoln jectification of my recent musings. just a little out of luck. got caught between fires. terialization We days. face and al forward toward the trench. I bent over him. never the participator in the battle ways I enemy s from a bullet. and you know they say hunger produces visions. I saw just behind me the ma of a picture I once had seen of Lin coln hat shawl about his shoulders.

and not the Uber beginning Rhein States/ is Germany. or a form of government. formed of the liberals of the world. born . America is not fifty states. We have neg lected. is American kultur incarnate. I guess weepy-drunk so I and I have concluded that much of a poet as I thought I should have created something in spite of the Sills and Crandons that rule America.I should see this in time is worth more to me than my miserable life.What &quot. This is a war of kulturs. She is a current of ideas nothing more. his malice toward none and his ability to prosecute the Civil War to a successful America. the great embodiment of our kultur in our native genius. did right in emphasizing kultur at the of the war.Turned of America and the war? a preacher. question at stake is whether we prefer Lincoln to Frederick the Great. too. for kultur. something have thought a good deal lately about my talk with you just before I left. And yet I still hold a grudge. I must have been I was not was.IRON CITY 255 boundaries. have been thing-minded in America. I had as much genius as John Hay.We The Germans is reinterpretation of nationalism. tionalism can mean. or the natural bonds of race and tongue. conclusion. She isn t even a language. with his passionate vision and his practical power. and im that a pseudo-democracy and a million square agined miles of pay-dirt made us America. If I had been. &quot. And American kultur is All that this movement toward interna America. haven t I? at why shouldn t I? That you &quot. my whining and groaning all home that sort of thing. Lincoln. has shown a pro pensity for putting into practice the loftiest concepts And the whole acquired through world-experience. &quot. or the central part of North America.

There are some natures who seemed more important to him that than that his own body be comfortable. restive classes. the continual thwarting of the wish of the majority by the few. the cunning. find their happiness in the farther reaches of the spirit. That was all. riots. was sick at heart. His . Cosmus letter Here the The unfinished. remained There were enclosed a few details from the sender about how Kimbark had met his death. here in this dug-out.&quot. strikes. plagues and poisonings. Rape of Belgium. It every event recorded until his mind was a convulsive heap of tragic stories. in patriotism and in Cosmus was of such religion. German atrocities. justice triumph Unfortunately the modern world furnishes such a mind as his with a medium for watching the progress of justice in the world. Walt Kuhns. It seemed at the moment of its coming. an impending national crisis of portentous implications. mangled and broken. his popularity in the squad. the last straw of grief in a burden of heavy sorrows. the Now Ezra city gagged by the patrol of injustice. and love of humanity. guns. All of which seems petty in the light of this candle. So Kimbark was dead! The news was not a sur prise and yet it was particularly disconcerting to Cosmus. and at home in Iron City. and he succeeded. Armenian disasters. Cosmus lived through disposition. the bribery of the ruling class. Kimbark Tears? s death! John Cosmus had not cried for years. the newspaper with its chron icle of events is but a mirror of human society. With a perverse gift of imagination. amidst the bellowing of these scribbling stopped. and his unfailing good humor.256 ten miles IRON CITY from my home.

smoldering His mind was seismographic in its recording of world tremors. His sleef) His mind was a cinema of frightful close-ups.The News interest. but he felt the brooding. He could not rest. except as repre paper.I : rush out of my house. sorrow of intense contemplation. and yet every effort to get away from the sorry circle of ideas he counted wasted. They were of no wrote &quot. relaxation and play. after its perusal. More than ever he craved amuse ment. You foul thing: Reeking with the sweat and filth. He took pleasures guiltily. eyes. looked ten years older. and when noon morning paper was read he waited for the edition. told on his physical versal. devour you through my Incorporate you into my life: Incorporate you into our composite . and the incoming year of 1917 seemed This weight of the uni full of grave forebodings. And drag you in. In keeping with the popular vogue of vers libre he became addicted to the habit. on his mind. resting heavily was not of found himself going home from classes utterly fatigued.&quot. set down lines to &quot. life. His only reading was newspapers. The I putrid slime of all the dirty world. Through them he watched every move of the opposing armies on the Western front. and passed. to antici the pation of the evening.IRON CITY grief 257 that sort. He sentative of his intimate union with the world. and drolly conscious of his unscholarly effort. Newspapers ob sessed him. He was broken and fretful. and Sarah Blackstone told him he strength.

in!&quot. poor and you. Cosmus knew. heightened blood pressure or un 1 Even these evidences changing color in the cheek. a pencil. Though Kuhns had recovered con sciousness in the three days intervening. He went to see Walt Kuhns. On the table &quot. Why can t I rest until I have brought you Cosmus did not show his &quot. He seemed pitiably insen sible to the fact that the strike had utterly failed. deep enervating anger. the hospital that night. He was fast losing grip on social principles. said.The De comes out just the same. were not present in Cosmus. you know. he wardly calm. with no more manifestation than quickened pulse. His trouble manifested only in hopeless wrath. itself at forces that pinioned . and he needed the steadying experience of laughter at himself. miserable delinquences.258 IRON CITY do s Why Man I lust after scandal. tragic horrors and you. he still was weak and still spit blood.poem&quot. to any one. &quot. this From went forth out It s so hidden tragedy of daily life this slow invisible burning at the center of personality with no outward vent.&quot. Then. He was the strikers only for a few minutes and the visit was unsatisfactory. in a petty aversion for the crowds and jungle of the city.&quot. who gave him deep allowed to be with the leader of concern. Kuhns to his bed. it might have been better if he had.I m was a pad of paper and Comer. One can carry grief and transact the surface duties of daily routine. glad you came. But it fense didn t. but inwardly troubled. failures. s he whispered. That was only a merciful fic seeing Cosmus tion which the nurses had fabricated. questioning glance.

turned up the chief residential street.The what a noise!&quot. One s mind must have rest. he knew he would not sleep. And Mrs. He Play would go and get Sarah Blackstone. steps. too. He must go on. he loved her but he would not marry her. or I ll turned off Main Street. a rousing talk with a friend on some such ab stract theme as suicide ever legitimate?&quot. He retraced his. Yes. He was not tired now. There s millionaires row yonder &quot. and to the bitter realization more keen than at any time that day that Kimbark would not ever talk with him again.&quot. What was it? Ah. human life. He must tramp.God! 259 &quot. talk. Then his mind jerked back to the letter he had re ceived that morning. body or something. an excellent tonic. sidewalks.Is He a friend ? Say. with Kimbark. But he loved her. Yes. he could not go in and he felt a strong He had been quite right. Once there. His mind resumed its pounding. those mansions the a war holds out another year. he knew. Then. resentment toward her. Women He There is They Those mustard colored coats are hideous. Sarah was all mind. is .If built out of munitions. only nervous. the war had brought changes even in the city. people are so aimless. and thought of home. no room on the this quick. tramp. She lacked warmth. perBut this will not do. tramp until he was tired. One should play. humanity. and in the course of ten minutes stood before Sarah s door. B we ll be multi millionaires. A craved something. is Every brick in says. With &quot. he thought. I must get out of will show their ankles. Some one. And he had a head ache. push so! smother.&quot.IRON CITY &quot.

where they had sat together the first night three years ago. and arouse his will to action and make him feel that he must do some thing at once or the world would tumble. ences. He thought of the . sat on the bench in the deserted park for perhaps an hour. through a darker street. out into the open country. and followed the path. His mind worked in and out of problems. Sill. ghost-like. He wanted rest. he called it. he discovered a sycamore tree. they not what. a black cin der.260 IRON CITY haps Sidney Haynes. would do that. himself in want. into a sea of oblivion. down through the hollow in the park. and now just a long series of vain gropings toward each other. knew He arose. its roots spread out like a woman s skirts. Why couldn t she be like his mother? Why couldn t he go to her to-night now and creep into her arms and feel the quietude of deep maternity? Instead. and hunger for something. if he went she would make him think. experi memories and impressions. and he could see that not all were going home from toil. Near a creek. He sat down on these roots in utter fatigue. In that moment the crowds seemed identified with . the first. But he wanted her. across the railroad tracks. He turned back and went over to the park and sat on the bench be neath the statue of R. and then a He loaded street-car jangled by above the wheels he could hear the laughter of people in pursuit of pleasure. across the street. crisp under foot with bronze oak leaves. he didn t want Sarah to-night.&quot.Trying to relax. their relations They were had seemed so near then. &quot. and waited. No. He needed her. in the dark. that found its destination in Bass River below.

and the war. Ezra Kimbark. graduate school. he heard a voice far away. some idea. President Crandon. Behold. he arose. He was strong.IRON CITY 261 day now nearly ten years before. calling that cleansing thought Behind him. the city lights behind they. were part of the peace of the wider expansive upper universe.&quot. the night was paternal and It sat there all fatigue was gone. indistinct. ! The valley yonder. some raveling of feeling. from him mysteriously. breaking the stillness.Extra. Even the war potential with good. He thought of college. he was strong to . his hopes for edu Margaret Morton. Somewhere in his thinking. when he had climbed the telephone post. how vastly dif night. he could detect the words borne by the voice &quot. Should he buy a newspaper ? Yes. the stars. then nearer. infinite and tender. ca that inexplicable orgy seemed pable. too. Walt Kuhns. the cation. Raymond Sill. and went toward the city. Rested. stillness of the world. At length he remembered: was the thought of God. ferent the world was now from the world as it then seemed to be In some moment of this thinking he became aware of the vast night stretching around him. He had let go and Suddenly as he slipped slipped into Life. these vivid per and then the factory sonalities that crowded his life whose faint clangor he could still detect in the How different. enfolding. the earth so wide and patient. the heavy speech of the running water. had brushed his soul clean of fear. : Extra. anguish and hatred. As he approached. tapped the trans-continental wire. and had got his inspiration to go to college.

Here is hell to pay. He was wicked all through. Disappears NOT SEEN FOR THREE DAYS FOUL PLAY ON PART OF STRIKERS FEARED WALT KUHNS MAY HAVE INSTIGATED REVENGE WILL BE PUT UNDER SURVEILLANCE &quot. But did that touch the problem? In searching for a solution.&quot. present his request. .&quot. or who was subtle enough to thread the webby forces that lay behind the Law? &quot. : MILLIONAIRE S SON MISSING Raymond City s Sill.That damned Ray mond Sill. It took but a minute to overtake the president. and march along with the affable gentle man to his palatial office. Only Son of the Head of Iron Premier Manufacturing Establish ment.262 face reality again. whatever it was. all hu How utterly. Cosmus thought resentfully. Walt Cosmus thought.&quot. way responsible for this. he thought of Hugh Crandon before he saw his tall form ahead of him in the thinning crowds. IRON CITY An extra edition of the Republicanother start to Iron City s jaded at Despatch gave The headlines read tention. Kuhns is held in any man justice fails. how criminally pre &quot. he deserved all he got.If posterous. But what was to be done? Who dared to affront the law.

then. DO With you &quot.I smoke?&quot. Sill s. so formidable and uninviting to John Cosmus that he smiled at his own temerity in approaching the head of Crandon Hill College. Cosmus? I was just on my way to the office when you accosted me. Something had happened to him that night. Yet he did not about-face. keep these here for my trustees of course. had passed at length into fighting spirit. Cosmus declined the luxury. and wondered how any one could imagine that Crandon would taint his you for a moment. &quot. so unused and unusable. was just like its owner. and I should like to get some work out of the elegant lips with tobacco. but occupied his mind with his own reflections. finer even than R. toward his guest. The office of President Hugh Crandon always seemed so impossibly shiny. President Crandon was handing a copy of &quot. will way first. Cosmus took the book. showy and formid able.Look over this. Mr. opened it casually. still it could not turn Cosmus back from the 263 .&quot. when they call.The Classical Ideal&quot. I don t use the weed. If this office. The deep emotionalism into which war and the death of Ezra Kimbark had plunged him.&quot.CHAPTER XXIV a flourish President Crandon took a box of fine cigars from his desk and offered them to his caller.

or from the sons of eminent professors. Crandon was in domestic.264 job in hand. moreover. Cran R. Crandon had called on a young in structor and demanded that he have children. Hugh Crandon to regulate private manners. chose his faculty from among the husbands of his wife s friends. who had gone He before. Piqued. Cosmus was anxious to peep behind that mask of immobility that President Crandon wore. its spirit and principle. often dictated just what the few women teachers should wear. He was beginning to forsake the role of spectator. . Men addicted to the disease of power were common what R. that Cosmus make himself felt in this institution. convenience IRON CITY Walt Kuhns must be saved the least in now. He had evolved them months previous. Sill chose to dictate public morals. and he strove with all that in him lay to pre serve that fine mass of college traditions which finally resolved themselves into personal reminiscences. What was this Puritan s will to power? What logic could sustain the actions of this petty monarch of this little world? own Cosmus. a curiosity that had never forsaken him in these years at Crandon Hill College. was especially conducive to grow ing a variety of despots in the national garden. never seemed his chief concern. and it was time. the student of society cogitated. don had always seemed bent on weaving and preserv ing a network of personal relations. by curiosity. Sill was in civil life. or . The era just past. and that he. manners. Form. too. had his pet theories about President Hugh Crandon. for that of actor. student of society that he was. the machinery of life. when he learned that Reverend Mr. Crandon. For to Cosmus.

to erect and worse When Cosmus had gone to the president with a plan for reaching the aliens in the city with elementary courses in social hygiene. At whatever cost. I &quot.It s a pleasure to have you come in this way. it were best to taboo them always. &quot. he asked. But usually ideas appear in such gross nudity. Many a time Cosmus had heard how he had won the president of Crandon Hill tell the allegiance of so illustrious a financier as R. at such unexpected times. This mind must have been an inward-opening store for no if house.IRON CITY the history of a 265 few illustrious families. There was no out-looking vision in his educational addresses. or at a meeting of the board of trustees.old. And yet. Mr. the well-bred the college. crave frank relations with my faculty. ideas ever got out.And what can I do for you?&quot. Cosmus. tom of these must be the cus the tried.gt. and I shall keep it in mind.&quot. the fabric of personal relations must not be rent. through the fabric which he was energetically trying it was no respecter of persons. then Crandon might accept it. he had answered. &quot. very novel indeed. The &amp. now that is a very novel idea. when Cosmus saw President Crandon turn toward him with the engaging smile which he knew so well how to use. in immaculate linen. always . Sill to a noble institution. clothed thought.&quot. Cosmus often an idea could be properly sexed. so infectious was the charm of the man that he wondered if he had read the riddle of his personality aright. especially if it appeared with proper references. President Crandon seemed utterly suspicious of an An idea was so impersonal. It usually cut idea.Well. in such out landish places. and presented at an afternoon tea.

who urge to break the law. It is only when he is should say so tampered with by well- intentioned but misguided reformers. Cosmus had not lived long enough to know that men can be good local citizens.I able aftermath of the it strike. indeed vulgar stand. I under localized. &quot. and know nothing of national problems or responsibilities. we can con ourselves on our successful emergence from gratulate was very &quot. He did not . laws to discipline the reformer. him We must have. He was so &quot.What else? The working man has never been I prosperous. think thinking of R. But it is all over now. wasn t it? unpleasant.266 IRON CITY This was disarming. Was this some colossal jest? Fresh from the sight of Walt Kuhns.So you. have come about the strike that is. Though he was armed with previous impressions of Reverend Hugh Crandon. Cosmus. this chaos. to him President Cran don seemed some poor automatic thing chanting plat itudes.&quot. as Cosmus was.&quot. too. and content. no doubt. Iron City has been very fortunate up to this year to have no such disgraceful labor disturbances. No doubt. from the reality of war in Ezra Kimbark s death. it was spasmodic?&quot. And we will.Yes. therefore. the disagree &quot. Cosmus was astounded. yes. so well-informed. still he could not adjust his mind readily to the presi dent s easy acceptance of conditions as they were. The riddle of his personality was more tangled than ever. he was to be disappointed. If Cosmus had expected cold ness and deceit. that he becomes a nuisance. and quite Mr. Surprise prompted him to put his remark in the form of a question. and damaging.&quot. Sill.

&quot. and in the face of strong opposition have clung to you. hopeless of presenting his plea to such a judge.&quot. &quot. It institution. &quot. nothing?&quot. donor of the very room at the free hos and was the He did not know that pital where Walt Kuhns lay. as he continued : .&quot.your con has been a matter of great pain with me. with all of us faculty and trustees alike. Instead he arose as if to go. President Crandon was almost warm in his manner and he allowed the ghost of a good-humored smile to flit across his impassive countenance. But John Cosmus did not speak. Then the president said : &quot.&quot. for Hugh Crandon was waiting for his caller to speak. and his only thought was. I have re law-breakers. it. for I have been confident that in the end you would put yourself in harmony with the large historical background of the &quot. he was the greatest authority on Church Law in Amer ica. How could he gauge the struggle and heart-burn ings that Hugh Crandon had suffered to keep alive this institution in an inimical industrial environment? All Cosmus could feel was indignation and despair.If me. Mr. he thought.&quot. Cosmus. and the temptation to flee. gives me an opportunity I have long wanted. &quot. the impulse to strike.Of discussing. I know the noble traditions of the college by abetting But I have been patient. he re paused. &quot. nection with Crandon continued. Cosmus braced himself.Can all this suffering be for There was abrupt silence in the room. and your ability.I am for it He bukes glad you brought up the strike.IRON CITY know that President 267 Crandon gave widely to charity. membered your youth. that you have transgressed though not maliciously.I ll flail him.

I can t hate him.You IRON CITY see. endlessly. in the face of a thousand crises. Mr. American Cosmus here embodied admirably commented. is outside the law and all human respect. stretches back into the past for over a century. I have slaved under its burdens.But he stands for the new s just it. &quot.is : in. day.&quot. circle something of a radical after all.&quot. and take him in. But he answered innocently &quot. I expect it to stretch for ward into the future. I draw a . every literary . too?&quot.268 &quot.That sufficiently to put into sible The new! A man is condemned nowadays if he does not seek practice every random idea of an irrespon The new! nothing nowadays unless he is era an era of mad chaos.No. every transient whether they run counter to age-old prin morality What would become of the world if it ciples or not. inwardly in you. morals and ugly manners. Crandon &quot. and is this the key to your riddle?&quot. s placidity snapped.&quot. life.&quot. Can it endure if it flirts with ignorance? Should it shuffle off its her to take on the social theories of a Walt Kuhns? itage I have received this institution as a sacred trust from the hands of noble ancestors. and take Walt Kuhns &quot. &quot.Couldn t you draw a circle. is A man in accord with the new A whimsy. I am include radicals. to hand it on social theory. &quot. Cosmus. every tramp. I When I find a man opposing me. you t know that wouldn be Christian. man is subject to cheap the criticism of every callow youth if he does not fa miliarize himself with every fashionable cult.&quot.The genteel tradition in &quot. were swayed by every vagrant mind? This institu tion.he he answered sharply.

the eternal love this college.IRON CITY untouched by the ephemeral to the future. Cosmus did not leave the administration building which contained the office of Hugh Crandon without He awe at the unavoidable pain of the world. Youth. well-tried principle. peeped behind the mask which Hugh Crandon wore. 269 Colleges I it must embody the tried. the right. It was not yet ten o clock when Cosmus turned in . not some. perhaps. he retraced his steps to add another word. Ah ! there is after. old age. eyes closed. to burn this sacred institution if you don t listen. lips cause of Walt mumbling as Kuhns won? in prayer. In the doorway he paused. The form he had left so proud and defiant was crumpled in a chair. pausing in the hall. But the imperturbable institutionalism of Crandon was not sacrosanct to youth. God! I shall protect from Cosmus was deeply impressed for the moment by For the first time he had s earnestness. nothing so cruel as youth save. Education is for all. And he turned on his heel and walked out. the president He answered hotly : &quot. and Walt Kuhns represents the new democracy and out yonder in the world that you ignore. masses of men are preparing down about your ears. old wrinkled hands pressed tightly against forehead. and he would have willingly spared him that but there was a new generation the breed of a sense of Walt Kuhns which must be looked impatient and strong. and by all adventurers. Had the Cosmus backed out thoughtfully.&quot. could not soon forget the anguish on the old pres ident s face. Then.&quot.It is pidity that can make you pretend either hypocrisy or stu that democracy is not an age-old.

not embarrassed (Margaret never was) but sunk into In a state quite unnatural to her. Then he remembered call he asked.&quot. &quot. Her face was paler and at her.And besides. don t go anywhere any more unless I urge She paused. She sat easily on the edge yes. yes. old fragrant charm of Margaret still lingered near him. Cosmus marveled of the chair. bosom and hair had not faded in the slightest. but the old unfathomable witchery of eyes. and a dangerous one. and ushered him into the dim empty parlor.&quot.&quot. she seemed like a gay butterfly. Cosmus called Morton s and had Margaret on the wire at once. She opened the door before he could ring the bell. rung in and she seemed awfully ?&quot. and her figure was thinner.come up now at once With some reluctance he decided please. At the desk the clerk told him to call 2440. A. She wanted him to &quot. He looked around expectantly. and she explained that her father and mother had gone to a neighbor s. matured. not without misgivings.270 at the IRON CITY Y.They them.&quot. and she looked older. I wanted &quot. however. to go. to talk with you alone. C. &quot. Cosmus was conscious of the murmur of her silken skirts. water-soaked and wind-blown in some dark retreat. after the first conventional greeting. He remem and as he walked along he discovered that the bered. 2440? Who was that? Margaret Morton. imagination. Suddenly she explained why she had sent for thought fulness his heightened .About ten minutes ago anxious.How long ago was this &quot. Mar garet Morton would always be a beautiful woman. M.

He said he had a hunch he couldn t be and all that. &quot. Now I afraid he is dead. some fear some joy.I &quot.&quot.You see. What do you I m &quot. justt imagining Stj.&quot. &quot. Then she told him. seem funny even then and how something took hold of me here inside. I ve warned him. but I calm. &quot.&quot.This be lying out there now is serious. You see. some one must be held. thought it always flew that way until She held up the extra edition of the &quot. startled.You re excited and perhaps so?&quot. not too coherently. He was so reckless. perhaps She looked up. without perturbation save for a quick : fluttering.And then I remembered it did Republic-Despatch.Dead? &quot. I want you to go and look for Raymond.IRON CITY him.&quot. &quot. &quot. careening into the shadow of the trees.But a man s life might hang on this information. think she answered. of when she had last seen Raymond three nights before at the Country Club: she said nothing of their quarrel. &quot. &quot. ve always been afraid he would be. mean?&quot. and then he would laugh at me. &quot. tipsy. &quot. m m glad. I m afraid Raymond Sill is dead. Margaret. 271 She said. didn t dare. I this. she told him of the aeroplane against the moon.Raymond s. to think I read he the may &quot.No.&quot.Oh! sideways glance Professor Cosmus.No. but he paid no at tention.&quot. Have you called up police?&quot.Killed.and I think I he was not very good to me. only gone away. It s . Maybe he s in Chicago. he answered.&quot. !&quot. Oh. What makes you &quot.But you mean?&quot.

he interrupted. visibly startled. and said &quot. were almost laughable.272 just out IRON CITY go.&quot. She laid a warm. amazement. as to the approximate &quot.&quot. go. which two hours ago seemed to him paternal. We might find him. soft hand on his arm. ll you &quot. couldn t you go She shrank back. &quot. Margaret day. knew you would help He made her go into details position of the falling plane.Wait.&quot.Do you think.&quot. Can t won t you go. said. She came for a him and looked in the They stood frame of the door. &quot.It like spring. The night. and the might-have-beens ing of the yesterdays. think of other such moments. but there s regu intentions. Margaret I tify the police of row &quot. me.I Trimway Road. look The mild December night. the open door they paused for a moment. oh no. go on one condition. &quot.&quot. The look on her face the fear. great wrong. awe. now? At once early in the that I can no Let s see to-mor my have only one class.Almost moon. I ll go. ever has a right : moment crowded to marry?&quot. with me?&quot. Still. How responsive nature can be. that a girl who has committed a great.I s Friday. the same that had enfolded John two hours before in the bliss of solitude. I ll morning?&quot.No. .&quot.and there s a s been a wonderful close to he answered. out. At ing out. now was palpitant with passion. Of course. &quot. colored by human moods. lar faculty meeting. Professor Cosmus. next to the big hill. enfolded them both now.

afraid of her challenge. when he arose to undress. provided &quot. It was the kind of a question he would expect of Margaret. is refined and chastened by her first experience. he could . a quarter of an hour later. &quot. Hours later.IRON CITY 273 Somehow the question did not come as a surprise to him. she answered softly. : Margaret and don t marry too quickly. without undress ing. exalta~ he had not seen Sarah tion. In his room. not love It a day Blackstone.Why. receptive. then. He heard the door close be hind her. &quot. not unless the right man comes along. seemed to him that he had experienced all things in that narrow cycle of twelve hours grief. She was looking up at him eager.Aren t you going to say good-night?&quot. &quot. He threw himself. it !&quot. confess. he marked how her bosom curved under the sway of her breath.&quot.Good-night.Well.Provided what?&quot.&quot. he trembled wonderdrew back. He stopped there. full length &quot. all of us sociologists believe that. did not get the full significance of her quick first.I &quot. and pushed past her to the walk.&quot. the open letter of Ezra Kimbark recalled the grief that had started the day.What upon the bed. love no. and when he did. and if you find him dead He ingly. for she was retort at saying almost with something of her old gayety &quot. was the man. Margaret was serious. deepeyed. She did not answer. that she doesn t make the same mistake over.Raymond &quot. and perfectly frank in her confession of fault. &quot. hate. of course. &quot. has been he said.

above the silent houses. and far across the city. the expansive fields and the hills so enduring and so still. in the moon light.274 IRON see from the open window the streets below. .

found the &quot. &quot.&quot. the strike has fallen through completely?&quot.CHAPTER XXV THE next morning took hunting suit. then?&quot.You said. Chief Garrigan &quot. Cosmus at once agreed with them that they should all part company at the Stillwell farms. He stopped at the police station and placed his evidence before the chief. which two lay across the river from the Country Club. Chief Garrigan was giving orders as he spoke. and officers and a machine soon stood at the door.Every &quot. &quot.I officer more than never did believe that the strikers had anything Kuhns wouldn t to do with the boy s disappearance. Sill s factory smoking at their feet and Cosmus won275 . As they climbed the ridge they saw across the still water.And does. All three were to keep in touch with each other by report ing every hour or so by rural telephone to Chief Gar rigan. Cosmus donned his gun. and comb the land thoroughly for sight of the fallen plane.&quot. his corduroy and after a light breakfast set out to follow up Margaret Morton s clue. he interested.They closed the Labor Defense office yesterday. Contrary to his expectations. know one him. The men were introduced as Officer Clark and Officer Stillson. Iron City was hardly awake when they left the town and followed the winding river road north. have stood for it it hain t like him anyway.&quot.

answered Stillson maliciously. &quot.&quot.Oh. .&quot. the crows flapped over the brown fields. &quot.I said Clark. &quot. That boy ought to have been in France this very day. you know.&quot. put in Officer Clark.&quot. in undeviating lines. not inclined to include to work now? &quot. giving his stiff the factory. the officers were inclined to kid &quot.I thumb a jab toward the end.He thinks the world is coming to I &quot. will you. At the Stilwell farms.don t say much.&quot. The morning was clear and still. &quot. but he didn t bring him up right. You won t get scairt. What did the River of Wires mean to him ? Was this common thing his beauty? He concluded.Then he would have been a sure enough goner. The machine had cut down through a valley where a few banks of snow choked the hollows.&quot. Clark was point. have a feeling in bones that you will find the corpse.the perfessor&quot.&quot. but he feels it.I would have suppose so. were discussing that very old man. &quot.Perfessor. you forget the gun.The the great power thinking Stillson.&quot.&quot. my A &quot.&quot.Eve ry one must have his moments of mysticism and those wires give mine to me. at the sight of a body. on and on. being not used to it? dead body gives queer feelings. and Cosmus was conscious again of the teasing wires run ning along ahead of them. &quot. about his gun.But that s different. &quot. saying. Daggett yesterday that he rather lost the strike than his boy. &quot.&quot. though.He now told that Hughes got it in the neck. guess heard he laid it on the election. &quot. if Raymond Of what was IRON CITY s father had gone down Clark and fessor&quot. &quot.the per in their talk.&quot. and had left the smoking factory behind. Stillson.276 dered yet.

Save for the crows. &quot. gentlemen. when he came upon a farm house. Now. could see that the officers even in spite of their John jocularity were sobered by the thought of coming upon the soulless body of a man. Just in line with that old sycamore tree. but the wood. you birds. they re nasty say. They moved off from this center in diverging radii. he field and wood in turn. &quot.&quot. it would be that spot over yonder.&quot. however. accord Cosmus ing to her description. Farther on they saw something which looked like debris. to decrease his watchfulness. look.And off there near the river. The chief advised him to come in. &quot. I shan t know.Clark and Stillson have been in for half an hour. John himself felt uncomfortable. Miss Morton has very little reason to believe she saw the plane fall. rod by rod. Conscientiously. you and breaking your &quot. After all. scanned every . men.To be frank.IRON CITY &quot. but they it proved to be only an old white log. don neck. and the thought crossed his mind that this must be the way scavengers feel.If 277 need the gun. He did not allow the distaste.&quot. scanning every foot of ground. there are Stillson returned. t some old quarries be falling into them. I replied pleasantly: don t believe any of us will find Raymond. He entered and called Chief Garrigan. Perfessor. They made for that section of the field lying along saw only bare ground. you know. I find it. moving far off from the others until about noon.&quot. crows were flapping blackly across the white hollows of the wood. It was slow and harrowing work.&quot. It s what you call a hunch.

Cosmus replied. &quot. not even Sill.278 he told their IRON CITY Cosmus. &quot. The farmer s wife had already set out ham and eggs and buckwheat cakes with thick corn-syrup on the table. for his day was coming. or the defection of the strikers could touch the leader. He was self-urged. to Cosmus as he recalled Kuhns so noble in form that nature itself had favored this man whom society had cast . It seemed. After an hour of fruitless devising. We ll send a machine for you. a mood which had come to him so vividly the night before when he had sat alone under the sycamore.that I was wise after all about the gun. As he walked along he thought of Walt Kuhns. For if I can get a bite to eat. he slipped into a more pleasant vein of thought. even as Sarah Blackstone had declared. and when Cosmus had satisfied his hunger. too. racked his mind in vain. the strike.&quot.They said that they had combed two sections with a fine-toothed comb.&quot. &quot. and he carried something of the sense of aloofness to life.&quot. He saw that Walt Kuhns was not to be greatly pitied even if the strike had failed. more plainly than he ever had before. and noth ing no. too. under the spell of rhythmic walking. He saw. and found nothing. that Kuhns had within himself the profound poten tialities of happiness. I ll send him some game. and the sun was glistening on river and business. was dawning. Reced ing far behind him were the city.Never mind about the machine and tell Clark. he went out into the fields again with none of his old He was done with this gruesome feelings of awe. I m going hunting. He must devise a way of saving Kuhns from any impli But how? He cation in a murder for vengeance. the war. field and wires and he was strong.

I How lovely she is.&quot. thought. ve been ll he thought. As he came down the knoll. &quot.&quot. and he had reached a large knoll. but she was not going back to From He had Boyne s office. bare save for a great clump of tamarack trees. He leaned against the post. marine warfare?&quot. He had been arrested him. go to her to-night. It was of America. There was not a hu man being nor a house in sight.What if Germany resumes unrestricted sub leap. but did not leap. Gray stillness nof quite peace. seen her only once in the five days since the fracas at Boyne s shops. there was the Country Club miles away. she had recovered from the shock completely. 279 these thoughts he passed to Sarah again.IRON CITY out. just can t.War!. irrationally emerging. What did it mean? Then the thought. fool. &quot. But would America be ready?&quot. he remembered them. but he had dismissed them from his mind again by the time he reached the fence that bordered the road. And when he turned to look forward he saw beneath him a road and beyond a gray valley. and &quot. Cosmus remembered these words vividly now. He put his hand on the fence post. Wilson. and he had detected an unwonted nervousness on the part of the administration. He had not once thought of Raymond Sill or Mar garet Morton since noon. John. but strange to see. the kind that appear occasionally in the Middle West. she had said. tion of . which had arrested his &quot.I &quot.&quot. He must have been walking two hours.I a the look of pure helplessness in her eyes. as he looked back he could see no sign of the city. to leap over. A watching Washington narrowly since the recent elec Mr. caught in the contour of the hills.

with something dark beneath it.Father smiled. If he first time aware that he was tired.&quot.&quot. white snow was something not snow or brush.Doesn t &quot.&quot.Yes. little boy answered. &quot. s shorter to go back that way. There in the sight almost stopped his breath. and now snow-covered. They seemed to be doing nothing. s haunted.Sure. the left. Cosmus &quot.Any game hereabouts. don &quot. want a rabbit? Is there a road on the other side that will lead me back to Iron City?&quot.&quot. but it green and not gone far clearing.280 IRON CITY clambered over the fence. John answered. and crossed the road.when I should I fear the bird?&quot. A great white bird was shot through the heart while it was still in the air. but you mustn t go for the : He in.Then &quot. &quot. The older answered &quot. The . he had better get it He decided to skirt the tamarack grove on quickly. its body flies straight up and its spirit comes down to stay in the woods. He left the road behind and was about to plunge into the woods when he came upon two country boys.But why &quot.It why shouldn t I go where the game is?&quot. told us all about it. in the woods. hunters?&quot. boys?&quot. He had when suddenly he was out in a circular and he saw what he did not want to see. he asked. but found it much larger than he had thought. John smiled. and started off pushing the bushes aside with one arm. pointing over his shoulder. &quot.He your father like to have t care. still. the &quot. and when a bird on the wing is shot through the heart.&quot. It was a good place for a ghost. were going to get any game.

This mysteri ous going-away of the breath. France very boy ought to That was the the parasite. face forward. How would have been. dead before he lit. one arm beneath his head as if asleep. time In truth why men it is world of wrong recede far away from this all-master The hunter looked around. and was ing mystery. if he had been Pilot Sill of the French Aviation Corps These flashing thoughts left Cosmus with the real ization that some one was tittering behind him. different all was parasite still. The gun had fallen from the hunter s hand. it was only the two boys he had left at the edge of the wood. The falling plane had barely scraped the trees above and brought the wayward occupant into a haven.That day. The fragile airship praise the living after they but praise of death. Cosmus bent over the thing that had been life.IRON CITY Shocked. he ran forward. still and But the loosened straps? Had immortally green. Raymond Cosmus what have been pathos of taken his s own life? thoughts went back to the morning.&quot. ! . 281 Raymond Sill was lying was now but a heap of rags and staves. the pathos of unfulfillment. which held him in. Raymond s face was bruised and grim and terrible. had fallen. this subtle thieving of motion. There was something pathetic in the posture. light and energy one can not come into the presence of this with evil upon his lips. had said: this &quot. there. wondering and helpless. Let the black first the die. and when the machine struck. its occupant had evidently loosened the straps. aware of the beauty of Raymond s sepulcher. and he He saw for stood upright. Startled. he turned. Raymond. to Officer Stillson in it.

have &quot. don come back here. sick before he reached the covert called.&quot. &quot. They did not talk much.At God? Where?&quot.&quot. he could think of was who was to tell R. this heap of rags and sticks and bones. Cosmus did not know. and Mother is sick of the fever.&quot. besides the chief there was . Cosmus t your house? to it. Burgund s place six miles west of Stillwell farms. but was afraid to tell Dad. He was thinking.What? &quot. the lofty The winter fabric of man s scientific imagination ! brought down to this overpowering bathos In a few minutes he was talking to Chief Garrigan. which sat upon a cloud and rode the ranging winds? How like a fable of all our civilization. Cosmus said. and ran back tittering. He That was s all. What but all thought. &quot. and then started with the boys across the fields. Send an ambulance and help. &quot. His mind. they called.I The king of the bellowed good-naturedly. The boys confessed that they had known that the body was there. boys. the vanity of flight. day was almost ended as they hurried The boys had to run to keep up across the fields. In two hours the sad cortege entered Iron the other City. men At the police station.We found it three days ago. though clear. No. Sill. with Cosmus.Honest &quot.Does IRON CITY it stink?&quot. was this all there was left of the proud human bird.&quot. But one was pale and of the trees. was not untroubled.No. the chief man. Jack-Rabbits?&quot.&quot.&quot. &quot.282 &quot.Boys. who was busy with his own thoughts. Raymond to Sill dead. &quot. you a phone at Lead me glanced again at the corpse. ve found him.

But he only looked blank and asked. any rate.&quot. retold the story of the had offered the hypothesis of thoughtfully &quot.&quot. &quot. saw the foreman fade away in the gathering darkness.&quot.though it seems impossible.Margaret &quot.&quot. Mr. Carl Morton said slowly. &quot. two boys.Just him sitting up in bed.Well. I guess. now Kuhns is dead. stone dead.&quot. Sill has not treated us well.&quot. nurse found kind o faded away.I m bring the body to his house. Margaret answered.When? unjust.&quot. and Cosmus added Kuhns. Carl said to the men hovering hesitantly around the back of the ambulance.IRON CITY 283 Margaret. Carl Morton. no. thought that you would find him. an hour ago. The chief and Morton looked at each other signifi &quot.No cantly. thought he was getting along all right. this clears s Walt Garrigan eyes met his sharply for a moment and turned away then he answered gruffly.No.At : suicide. then &quot. a very pale and restrained Margaret. leaning against a pillow. &quot.Wait a few minutes. that won t make a damned bit of difference . when he had described the spot in the tamarack wood where the corpse lay. doubt the chief has.&quot. Cosmus answered. Cosmus asked. and her father. Sill?&quot. that s unfair. Cosmus wanted to say I &quot. ll go over there.&quot.&quot.&quot. &quot. chief. How? A &quot.&quot. the accidental discovery of the body. When he had told the chief the particulars of the search. and I going up to him. &quot. And Cosmus.Has any one telephoned Mr. dim and sad.I . told the chief that I would go up. somewhat amazed at the turn events had taken.No. but he s a father. Mor &quot. ton said. that s &quot. too.

Are all men thus lifted out of the commonplace at sight of death? A nurse explained to Cosmus that the hospital had been trying to get in touch with him by telephone for an hour. the sense of companionship in time of trouble.&quot. how joyous was this great turbulent sea of the general life. but gratefully he On plunged into the current of humanity sweeping by. den flood of meaning enveloped life. He welcomed the contact wlith lifq. the swish of muffled doors. that Kuhns had died much as Chief Garrigan had said. Like a shuttle. The events of the day were no longer mere links in a nightmare of death. Some sud gether. a few minutes after. How good. in. the mystic union through words unspoken.284 the street. The hush of carpeted corridors. the tread of padded feet at the hospital fell upon his senses with peculiar poignancy. You can come She led the way to the room.He must have been writing when his heart stopped. Cosmus was weaving these two lives. how common. with brother souls everywhere. and he was it. . It was Walt Kuhns. It was al most as good a place to die in as Raymond had had yonder in the evergreen grove. which bore the plate. the faces of joy and eagerness flowing past. to Of this office he was conscious. He felt the old primordial joy of gregariousness. She concluded. We have left the papers just as he had arranged them for you to see. or hands untouched. he found him self caught in the five o clock rush. but great realities. &quot. He enjoyed He delighted in touching elbows with living men. And for the first time Iron City did not seem in different to Walt Kuhns. so estranged.

The)r did not seem to be of much importance. it. in the nervous. in cold irony. But they had power to recall to Cosmus eight months a man s before. which had been served on the strikers on that fatal afternoon of the riot. shall be punished by a fine of not more than $500 nor less than a hundred dollars.My page. Scrawled feebly &quot.&quot. been the voice of Walt Kuhns? Had that voice .&quot. just scribblings. Sill had taken back to his factory all union men.Or who shall coerce or compel any person to enter into an agreement not to unite with or become a mem ber of any labor organization as a condition of his securing employment or continuing therein. Then followed a brief statement that R. provided they made affidavits to the effect that they had severed their allegiance to any and every labor organization.The 285 gift of Reverend He was grateful for the screens around the bed that shut out the sight of the still thing behind. was a section from the injunction which Judge Dunbar had granted to R.D. a night when he had heard a voice voice singing through the darkness. Following this. Sill. LL. to be an editorial.WHO One seemed KEEPS THE LAW?&quot.IRON CITY though Cosmus did not know Hugh Crandon. &quot. The eyes have seen the glory of the coming of words trailed off into indecipherable marks. &quot. It was headed. The nurse left them alone. &quot. Half-guiltily. That was all. Cosmus sought another across its face was &quot. he glanced at the papers. weak hand of a sick man.

That outlaw dead was to him like a brother. He saw the nurses. his capacity for indignation. And the common touch? it? men the Who had Who. What was Walt Kuhns s power? Was it giving all he had for a cause? And his charm? That was a deeper problem which belonged to the incalculable powers of personality. he remembered the ability to man s in name. he was startled to find how near the man was to him. cursing. his cool logic. he recalled his passion his ate allegiance to his Master. and the found that he knew he knew all his colleagues at the he had daily intercourse. on seeing things as it was fitting for a college professor. a student of society. He was bent on bringing his mind back to normality. his patience. remember he remembered crown of gray this his eloquent face Cosmus hair. He was surprised to discover how little he had seen of Walt Kuhns. He remembered the first time he had seen Kuhns at the factory. like white dreams. subdued laughter. in this onrushing age of cities and inter nationalism. with the scar. courage and fairness. But it was probably his gift for grebetter than college with man whom He knew better than all other gariousness. only the full sense of possession. common touch. slipping silently He heard a suppressed groan. dare be without it? Cosmus s meditations were broken by the shriek into that sub- ing of factory whistles.Comer&quot. &quot. He caught the cloying sweet of ether. where he could be quiet for a moment. in and out of rooms. They drove . in the to see them. hushed whispers.286 Cosmus went IRON CITY softly into the hall and found a seat shadow. In his death there was no pain. he would say invariably instead of Cosmus. of having gained something.

almost like brother men. too. and Hugh Crandon? He. and they seemed. He himself lacked all of Kuhns He could give something. to the age that was yet to come. pitiably. Cosmus. his passionate surrender to a cause. gariousness. Who dare be without the common touch ? Such men as R. there was a faculty meeting that night. himself lacked s virtues. . his gift for greBut he would lack them no more. he met a line of workmen from the factory. and he had time to bring Walt Kuhns to Cran don HilL As he went down the hospital steps. It was about 5 130 .IRON CITY jective Sill it 287 world of his the iron wedge of reality. too.

&quot. He is always &quot. But as qua non and raison d etre he became more familiar with the controversy. ing the in &quot. beside those dim Puritanic faces of the other Mather. Across the room.&quot. 288 .the education. To Cos- mus. he dis covered that the question in hand was whether classsine of.the amenities of human life.psychic factors &quot. lately added to the walls. Cosmus to plan this dramatic entrance.&quot.&quot. He had forgotten completely about them. de ceased. first president. with profound significance. He sat down in an obscure corner trying to collect his thoughts.CHAPTER XXVI from JUST as he was. staring some what blankly at the painting of Professor Mather. and as his mind lost the edge of its excitement. Professor Jason. For a moment Cosmus thought that the faculty had deviated into a discussion of some essentials of educa tion. pering to her neighbor. John Cos- mus He entered the meeting of Crandon Hill s faculty.It seeking the unusual.&quot. and the old philosopher. there was encouragement in the benignant face of Professor Mather.welfare of our the &quot. was unaware that his tardiness and unusual cos his eerie appearance tume and seemed singularly out of place in that dignified assembly. for he heard many grandiloquent words concern students. Dean Georgia Summers was whis was just like that Mr. in hunting suit of corduroy. fresh the deaths of Raymond Sill and Walt their Kuhns.&quot.

it was pompous. one could question the excellence of the minds thus employed . Here was the learning of twen ty centuries. came back to rest. this all-important question. lifted to a crowning height by the sheer and dashed upon a flea. no pity. or as if Jesus were sitting with the Pharisees in the temple drawing up a code forbidding the pluck ing of corn on the Sabbath. There was a moment of silence in which Cosmus suddenly found himself upon his feet intellectual force of thirty well-trained intellects. here was masterful logic. put so vigorously into play. But human nature is not made of iron. It was as if Darwin were writ ing his immortal book on whether five or six o clock was the best time for dinner. who had sat quietly through the debate.IRON CITY bells 289 Over should ring ten or seven minutes before the hour. splendid imagery. the philosophy of bell-ringing. and subtle reasoning. and the learned school men were the time of their lives. and bitter with never a glint of the salt of humor. lost in the maze of scholasticism. and the ball of controversy. the faculty of the was divided. they allowed the glitter of their minds to play in and out of the delicate fabric with all the brilliancy of fine needle-like instruments. the psychology of bellNo ringing and the social etiquette of bell-ringing. It was all of this and more. . The resolution was laid on the table. Cosmus heard explained the science of bell-ringing. were discussing the ques tion of how many devils may dance on the point of a needle. Then President Crandon. it was as if Plato. It was solemn. asked passively if there were any more business. and after a while the contestants wore themselves out. The somewhat fragile having nature of the subject did not deter them they showed college .

Americans. It was not an oration that Cosmus was giving.&quot. timidly around. It lacked the polish of either Pro Often fessor Clarke s or Professor Erickson s set speeches. is here no attempt to report John Cosmus s speech . With the first when Professor : sentence. that they were listening * &quot.&quot.&quot. and room. &quot.Then. rolled back and disclosed a discourse so orderly in plan that he was surprised that it was his. he looked uncertainly and ous. this winter. miners he began.Mr. but a plain talk. am disturbed again. began to whisper and said &quot. uncertainty in his mind. he regained assurance. But President Crandon had recognized him. President. most of them were openly hostile or contemptu And for a minute. like clouds. on the other side of the and titter. and found himself won dering foolishly and futilely. it was disjointed. Erickson. They were not sympathetic faces nor even comprehending faces. &quot. cent. in the * There in full. as persons acting upon impulse often do when facing an audience. I shall take the in as a personal insult.You have. Cos- mus began first to speak quite automatically and with the word. but as he progressed he found in spite of themselves.Why am I standing up here?&quot. he stopped short floor?&quot. Then. and by all that s de terruption &quot. I ll act accordingly.Goldof Alaska have looked Klondyke fields across the frozen thread of Behring Strait. have I the if I &quot.Fellow-teachers.290 IRON CITY looking around into the faces of his colleagues. There was no more disturbance. gasping as one suddenly plunged into cold water. And he moistened his lips and said nothing.

Geographically the same world. vast shipping interests. Their faces showed displeasure but no sound came from them. we are one world geographic The frontiers of the world are gone. 291 and seen the great plains of Siberia towering away of this The farthest verge the last frontier new world has suddenly come upon the back door of the old.We God help us have citizens of Iron City been given not a town but a world to live in. can the democrat secede from a native autocracy and seek a new world. swift couriers of electricity and steam. Where are ally. in the history of mankind. but the . for the first time. The world is geographically. He in his deep armchair. Hull and Bordeaux have been given &quot. the New United States? rope? Zealands.&quot. liberalism. explorers and travelers. The citizens of Berlin. &quot. a flood of books. the states of the world are a commercial unit. also must The fight now for existence throughout frontiers are gone! one. Interlocking directorates. and he wondered why his hearers did not in terrupt. commercially one. the Australias. De mocracy. and for once. there to build a happier home. face with the problem of No more. have leveled all distances and made Pekin a suburb of London.And we have no more known how to adjust our selves to world-relationships than children would. paused and was aware of the stillness of the room. as our fathers did. the West of these Where are the new worlds for Eu this Suddenly we people of ourselves. The president lounged tolerantly . &quot. cooperation all the virtues of the pioneer the world. age are turned in upon face to human relationships.IRON CITY in the distance.

failed miserably. by barbaric ideals and predatory interests. It is the dog-in-the-manger try to ascend a world throne.In which is science applied. has learned how it pert in socialization. not all Prussians are Prussians by blood. and su They perstition. The audience seemed less impatient. which is educa tion. All men who are not respecters of human personality of whatever color. it of the villege butcher nationalized. the first bully. ing Here a thin rustle of applause blew about the room.&quot.But not all Prussians live in Germany. who broke the traffic of aliens are Prussians. The art of erecting bonds between men. &quot. custom.292 world s IRON CITY people are more various than the world s races.For Germany. truth. but only for a moment. by medieval symbolism and prehistoric im pulses. in America. local mind A A super-trust. ileged law. less hostile. . &quot. by means of the sword. &quot. and boys over the ruins of all made the world. It is the narrow. We have Prus sians in Iron City. it to live in gangs. race or religion are Prussians. All men who stand for class are Prussians. Dean Georgia Summers was fumbling with her hat . the first experiment of living together we have failed utterly. We who in our Pharisaism closed Dover Street to ers. with gift for organiza tion.&quot. It is the apotheo sis of class-thinking. The misguided manufactur the strike with the heavy rod of priv and destroyed Walt Kuhns. would Germanize the universe great community. An ex has socialized more error than would monopolize all trade. are Prussians. fallen to scrapping like school angels weep. are separated by corroding prejudice. has not yet kept pace with the art of destroying barriers between men.

gentlemen. raphy the people who believe in will come just two peoples it will not. the hypocrisy. and his hands twitch nervously. President Hugh Crandon was sitting up straight with flushed face. of the right of free labor. is in actuality the president of this institution? How can the Crandon Hill of Pro fessor Mather be liberal if it closes its gates to Serb and Slav and Italian because they are not New Eng land born? Are we the protector or betrayer of the yes.It We erect bonds between barriers. and the people who believe in cliques. the old lines erased. if not in name.Ah. the old barriers leveled. Cosmus saw Professor Clarke &quot.We are seeing this world thrown into a crucible. It can All the barriers of race. We as fast as science destroys must lay must increase justice. however humble. raise his head as if to deny. Sill. of liberal education. that what is needed is a deep abiding liberalism a flood of ideas of truth that will make class-mindedness impossible.. illiberal. must &quot. . the liberal minded and the class-minded the kaisers like R. is plain. and the common man like Walt Kuhns. Sill. we speak How average mind? &quot. that makes us talk of the land of the free and then deprives men. better say can this college be liberal.&quot. 293 Professor Erickson was drumming almost audibly his teeth with the frayed end of a lead pencil. all. geog Out of this world war will be burned away. color. the same patterns traced upon its face. and we are presuming that the world will come out with pretty much not . Our only hope is to make our colleges evangels of world-mindedness. Out of the .IRON upon CITY. men We bare the sham of democracy. But no one interrupted. when R.

groped for some conclusion. if that means reaching the people with world-ideas. I move we The voice of it could be formally put. free.&quot. is now its curse. business?&quot. flashing encourage ment. All action seemed futile. IRON CITY will it lies come one or the other as victor. virtue of American life.294 world struggle &quot. there was a rustle of skirts and Dean Georgia Summers had haughtily swept out of the room. sense of relief. with Crandon Hill College to Provincialism. He felt lonely and useless. for on such education real and not fancied democracy depends. we must adopt the Chautauqua brand of education. in that moment he got cautious of expressing opinions. . and sat down glowing with an in ward don.Any further snapped President Cran adjourn. too. If Amer the ica is to endure. passed out.Mr. But with solitariness came reaction. gentlemen of the faculty. &quot. it must leave America and go over to the world. failed.&quot. He sat down in the empty room foolishly staring at his hands. and before fessor James. children and a debt on a house make a little man Thank God! I m thought Cosmus.&quot. but the &quot. The motion was seconded. We must forsake the past and go over to the future. every member of Crandon Hill s faculty fled out of the room without so much as a glance at John Cosmus.Americans. keepers of ideas must forsake ma We chine-made formalism and go over to life. Once Cosmus caught the eye of Pro Erickson was impatient and severe. President. Then he was alone. and past them to the hunting suit. once bring the world to Iron City.Five professor. He paused. The speaker grew confused. &quot. disciple of Dewey. Yes.

arm in arm. he ran up the steps and impatiently rang the . and went out. with no problems. the tried guardians of the tried. Loneliness did not disappear in the darkness. pay? Did discrimination pay? Long ago. and of uniting him with men again. She alone seemed capable of destroying this He loneliness. he went out into the streets again. He saw the faculty as they streamed out into the dark. In his mind. and of public opinion. backed by the authority of the past and the prestige of the great universities. realizing that he was hungry.&quot. the difference made him laugh. but to the hotel and ate as youth should. thirty to one. With this re solve. he might have been on the road to a scholarly. clois tered life. he saw themselves. No wonder he had failed . sneering and in could hear them say. he saw them glowing in the sense of com radeship. some great crisis will shake them out of their lethargy. he went not to the little Bohemian cafe where he and Sarah had had so many cups of After tea. Like a sensible young man. he consoled himself. dignant. would be very kind to Sarah to-night. he experienced with them the acute sense of difference between saw them as they them and him. He went straight to Sarah s house. famishing. &quot. he fol lowed his colleagues home to smiling wives and cheer ful hearths and the thought did not make him strong .IRON CITY 295 the other man s point of view. boy projecting an untried revolutionary scheme.How utterly He saw himself in contrast a mere sophomoric. He Some day. in spite of languor of body and mind. warm with the sense of well-being. this meal. save lovely hypothetical it Did problems of pure mathematics. And a wife. He found his hat. er. because he could not face his lonely room.

before he reached his room. &quot. Cosmus stood a moment smiled. . But care he did. and said softly to &quot. &quot.296 bell. himself.as much as three days ago. shrugged his indecisively at the gate. IRON CITY He could not believe what the woman who opened the door told him that Sarah had left town. I think. he had resolved to go to France.She has gone to Chicago.&quot.&quot. she added.&quot. shoulders.Damned if I care.

from a poet. Jerry Mulvaney. barbers and tinsmiths unions scores and scores of workmen from Sill s plant. Alary. sat together before the great crowd at the First His funeral was the Church. who looked they were stenographers. That 297 . same costly were two funerals most and grand Iron City had ever seen. Out Osgood way. mourning Raymond. There he met for negro cemetery. in a melodious voice read a psalm. There were many others whom Cosmus did not meet or know. men might have been bookkeepers the entire chapters . of the carpenters. THEREday. There was pomp and ritual.My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. which had shut down in city s thirty nationalities honor of Raymond. Walt Kuhns was buried in the Cosmus went. Sill.CHAPTER XXVII in Iron City on the R.I he said. Cosmus recognized the Dreamed in a Dream. chants.&quot. Girls. with Carl Morton and Mar garet. .&quot. he had not realized before that there were so as many if who strange faces in Iron City. these the assembly. They stood with uncovered heads out under the gray sky. and a verse or em. or shop clerks. the negro statesman. lines as Whitman s &quot. every one of the was represented a few mer . Grover. Duke. the first time. and Jerry Mulvaney. a chastened and sombered Mulva ney. the Lithuanian woman.&quot. and listened to a deacon in the Greek church chant a simple requi made up chorus of men s voices sang &quot. A two &quot.

Dear Playmate. As Cosmus turned away. not quite all. Jerry Mulvaney whispered in his ear. The other three were. Professor. and the crowd solemnly dispersed. and the love of these a rite.to one grand effort know make them is that I have see. his we ve handled Daggett foot to Dayton. I have pleasure to inform that I have here for distribution mementoes of our noble and honored brother. made my I and that have Now Iron City a tomb.&quot.&quot. (That was the first and fifth salutation that he had penned.298 was all. &quot. and I am writing to ask if you are to return. &quot. John Cosmus wrote the following letter to Sarah Blackstone: Dear Sarah.Sweetheart. which or dignity.Say. tation were in harmony with the keynotes he struck. when? You failed. and in the faith in him and in his cause. on his return to town. &quot.Friends men for Walt Kuhns expressed itself in may have lacked beauty. If so. with the full sense of Kuhns s final triumph. all right. will be interested to &quot. With that he distributed from a basket into eager hands buttons from Walt Kuhns s coat. locks of hair and other souvenirs. &quot.&quot. but not sincerity As the plain coffin was lowered into the : ices to Mulvaney said Walt Kuhns. of with you its ultimate triumph. Then the damp sand was dashed upon the coffin.&quot.) I was surprised to hear that you had left Iron City. liking. in recognition of his serv us all.&quot.&quot. He is on way now by where he can find fellows more to his That night. pomp and ritual but every love In truth. grave.Dear The separate notes to each salu Friend. there was no has its ritual. Jerry &quot. . IRON CITY No.

he could not doubt its reality. and then he wrote again. He. tramping the highways of the world. indifferent to the ties of fam ily. a mere youth. or its sharpness. merely on destroying. Suspicious ever of ideas. they were not strong enough they were too thin and watery in feeling. for the age and honored service of Reverend Hugh Crandon. Nothing was going to happen as a result of his speech. he seemed intent creating. but 299 go to France. not on . he had tried to break through it several times. and yet that he still expected his colleagues self that the coldness was to include him amicably in the pleasant circle of social He had failed to show proper respect relationships. president of the college. he was a kind of vagrant. a teacher with only an instructor s rank. COSMUS. Cosmus was hardly honest enough to acknowledge He did not at once the justice of this punishment. save ostra cism. They could not exonerate him from ulterior selfish motives. church and state. And yet. To them. do. was of At first Cosmus tried to convince him The he detected in his acquaintances a projection of his own mood. too utterly lacking in con. Yours ever. they suspected the bearer of them. and that was worse than open hostility. his talk at faculty meeting. In those three days he tasted the bitter fruit of so cial ostracism. had taken upon himself to instruct his superiors and seniors.IRON CITY There seems nothing for me to But before I go. I must see you. on the evening of long duration. see that he had boldly cut across the precious bonds of class. boycott set up by his colleagues. But after fancied. He waited three days for an answer. To his colleagues.

and when he did see it. to strike at IRON CITY him openly. a thin bloodless Idea striding menacingly across the world. He might have known the passion of sacrifice for a cause. That was the trouble of espousing principles. which is the fine flavor of all family companionship? There was Ezra Kimbark.300 viction. of becom ing a mere Abstraction. which unites friends. he was filled with bitter remorse that he had not bound Sarah Black- stone to him by more the Passion lips warm lasting filaments of friendship. one was likely to forget all hu man ties. or the solemn lunacy of surrender to an ideal beyond greed and grasp. or the brotherly abnegation that a comrade might lift the flag one hillock higher. the gentle blending of spirit in spirit. recalled all the happy moments he had spent with Sarah and he remembered with positive pain the many times when her joyous. something of what he was missing. too. he saw now. dead before his time. joyous personal relationships not a mere battle. the impact of lect and these are the winged messengers of the intel soul. but a song. had he made enough of ionship see. and to dislodge him. Cosmus came to truly painful ostracism of his professional coworkers. ? these chances for human compan By some by means of the such reflections as these. but could he know the exquisite spirit of sit- and-talk. cut off from him too completely by a devotion to a romantic past. and these must leap between lovers be fore they really may become friends. and Walt Kuhns. There might be something in what he said after all! Cosmus was in danger. grasp of hands. child-like spirit had He . all which made life the lovely.

for much gen uine misery is wrapped up in thwarted social instincts. he thought. . child all this time.Have you been a &quot.&quot. longing for play and laughter?&quot. &quot. stat ing that she was at the home of Mother Curtis. He had almost decided to go to Chicago and seek her when he received a note. which he had mercilessly laid upon it. He knew that it was more necessary than ever that he see Sarah Blackstone before he went to France.Sarah. Sarah.IRON CITY 301 seemed crushed by the too weighty problems of the world. but all he could do was to wait and suffer. postmarked Iron City.

success. They could see railroad trains and interurban cars slip in and out the trees. but they did not catch the murmur of traffic or industry where they stood. to the north the sky was all red almost like blood from the furnace fires of the Sill plant. This afternoon they upon these had not welcomed hastily &quot. &quot.I silences. had not been a complete walk. peace. it does not look so hideous now from never seemed so beautiful to me. Constraint tied their and missing the speech of hands intertwined.&quot.It finished. realize that music. the one art that is peculiarly class. which had not yet lost all its heritage of The slate hues of city. He had not found it easy no. hill Sarah said simply. winter snow. first He two speechless lovers were tossed rudderless the untried sea of passion. and farther on. since her return. not so easy as formerly to confide in her.&quot. Sarah &quot. among All was silence. So Sarah was saying : just had to hear some good music.though I must confess that the hill.&quot. Somehow their glanced at her questioningly. tongues. disappear into the precincts of the town itself. answered John. is Do you noncan t wholly a class project in America? 302 One .CHAPTER XXVIII T JUST ran away from all She and John stood on a this. overlooking the a March twilight were sifting down over the spires and stacks of the town.

Perhaps Sarah was just another comrade like Walt Kuhns? She was saying.&quot.I It suppose we had. Will you. Perhaps that was all. &quot. &quot. was over then? This was the end? He looked away from the town across the fields.Some day. &quot. Hadn t He we better be going?&quot. She seemed too impersonal. absentmindedly.IRON CITY ters.No. he could vividly recall those moments in the past when their spirits somehow had met and merged. She seemed to be the only human being who shared with him union with the general life. more drama essential to control the arts for its people than is to nodded assent.How dark it is already. &quot. 303 hear anything save ragtime outside of the large cen that John was not moment. &quot. ignored her petulance. &quot.Are you tired?&quot.&quot. Sarah?&quot.If you want to. &quot.&quot. . he asked.&quot. He but I thought you were of my talk.&quot.Let s stay out a while longer. wondering if he and she would ever find that moment of under standing for which he knew they were both groping. and yet. especially interested in sociology at she continued. And he despaired. then. offer escape It seemed to invite exploration and to from the town and problems into the passionate quietude of love. And so they turned to take the path.the government it will realize that it is music and the carry mail. &quot. and suddenly his eye was arrested by a path which led to the wooded hills beyond.&quot.

. at the end of this staggering path. As they tramped the hills. and when they spoke.304 IRON CITY Sarah was vaguely angry and hurt. and smiles. Inevitably Guinevere will make the age-old choice. something in the mysttry of dawning spring. He seemed to hurt her intentionally. For the tragedy which shadowed these two young persons as they followed the path thur or Launcelot? together in the fast falling twilight was not new other souls best capable of being friends have been tragically . and at times she was almost certain that his passion for people was just another manifestation of his selfishness. To them. In fact. gave a flutter ing promise of better things. they. fled away into the work-a-day world. He was entirely self-centered. and she was wise enough to count it a momentary aberration of mind. it was with the consciousness of intimacy. innate in the dying winter. &quot.I wonder you the war will ever paper?&quot. stop?&quot. a new world lay a world of certitude.Yes. Ar ity. But when they had nearly brushed its domain with their feet. For the first time that day they found silence unembarrassing. with out in the least understanding the dark tangle of her own moods and impulses. if Sarah broke the silence. trees soft with mystery.Did see to-day s &quot. &quot. the shell-gray sky. incapable of mastering the intricate riddle of sex. but she did not know that it was due to some stirrings of the thwarted sex self deep down in the folds of personal No woman can be won by an abstraction. the haven of lost and forgotten things.&quot. it seemed in this new mood as if just beyond the hill. This accusa tion was going pretty far. she felt deep resentment to ward Cosmus. not it.

think I should &quot. but in the darkness. and ex pressed yourself through some great harmony fully. They lost the path and dropped into an unfamiliar land. and they seemed to have passed suddenly into darkness. 305 Cosmus looks as though we should get into &quot.I said thoughtfully.Have you ever sung in a large chorus. not with this choral experience. empowering.John. it. he answered uncertainly. in unison with many other voices of your kind? There is no other emotion like it. &quot. I fancy. cleansing. . spite of the horror and the blood. they found themselves walled in by rough hills carrying the sound of falling water.&quot.Yes?&quot. she answered gravely. &quot.IRON &quot. spite of the horror and blood?&quot. be glad. Were they hands.In They had entered the wood. They came together by instinct and grasped and walked breathlessly in silence. &quot. lost? They fumbled about here and there. she an swered. They grew confused. each hoping to hide from the other the concern that their minds.&quot. it is sublime.&quot. John asked coolly. They turned to retrace their steps. The mistake that the pacifists make is that they have asso ciated patriotism with the vulgar herd-instinct. It has nothing in common us.It CITY. a land of rolling hills and many valleys. with the herd-instinct of fear. is what war is like.In &quot.&quot.And was rising in you really think war a good thing?&quot.&quot. for them and for &quot. and tried to resume their conversation where they had left it. out of sight of town and all human habitation. hoping to find the opening that had let them into this unfamiliar land. That.

I &quot. blot ting out all common objects. &quot. no. To make matters worse. won t be so funny &quot. As they threshed about in the mist. Cosmus admitted. &quot. city. &quot.&quot.It if we have to wait until morn ing. he whispered. up hill and .Oh. He did not answer. but he re doubled his efforts to devise a way of regaining their Once when they stumbled down a path.I believe we re lost. They suddenly found themselves in a sublime world of vast shadowy proportions.&quot. across the world. found themselves ankle deep in water. ve known that for the last half-hour. Sarah laughed nervously.&quot.&quot. and bathing the land scape in mystery. But only the heavy silence of the out-ofdoors met their ears.&quot. he could discern was a shadowy form.&quot. bearings. they &quot.&quot.306 it IRON CITY &quot. very opaque. she ex claimed. &quot. unfamiliarity and soft sounds. &quot. All tried to see her through the mist. They must have come upon one of the hilly sections south of Iron City. almost like rain. she answered.Funny we life and yet for the can t be two miles from the of me I can t find a path out of this pocket of hills. but he could feel her shiver.Are you cold?&quot. general They stopped to listen instinctively. a shifting wind swept a heavy mist. But does bring the sluggish mind into contact with the life.We must keep walking. How could I? It is hideous. and Sarah made an He any effort to laugh. thinking per haps to catch some sound that would guide them back to town. but they could not determine now which was south and which was north.&quot.Of course not.How vexing. without distinct features.

&quot. though not superstitious. they felt the shud of the supernatural. half -staggered. Cosmus took Sarah in his arms and kissed her again and again. It permeated the mist. half-ran in the opposite direc Sarah heard him tion. let herself down carefully. dislodging stones as he He what sounded &quot. Feeling relieved at the prospect of finding their they threw off all concern.Come back. and landed beside him where he lay. half-pushed her from him. No She leaned over him.I her bosom heaving with sobs. he cried. without warning.God.&quot. they de feel at the sight men cided that it was going to the city and they made off in that direction. But was it going to or coming from Iron City? After a debate. they watched. if he had fallen. Spell bound. then they saw and understood. and she called. John.&quot. She cautiously felt her way after him. What thrilled them so mysteriously was only the head light of a common interurban car. and raced along hand in hand like children. answer. Then he half-flung. and they found themselves pushed together as they twisted and turned to avoid this rock or that clump of bushes. his. dripping world.&quot. came to a ledge. and spoke his name. went. Wet branches of low trees beat their faces. for all reality like a rising sun. At first . then she heard a sound as like a groan. feet first. made radiant the dreary. Suddenly. her mouth turned from &quot. der all Some dread took hold of them for a moment.IRON CITY 307 down. hate you.John. way home. anywhere to be rid of her. &quot. they were aware suddenly of a great light dawning in their faces. stumbling through the bushes. &quot. for he found her stiff and unyielding in his embrace.

her reputation gone. hollyhocks and had she ever played with dolls? pansies. He did not stir or speak. maternal earth. door after door of meaning. something infinitely good in being here. She was enfolded by the presence of her mother and for the first time she un derstood the wild out-reaching passion of her mother s death-bed letter. dark. stirred. in the cold and rain.That kiss has made him mine. and dolls It was as if she had known nothing else as a child but dolls.S o8 he did not answer. &quot. the possibility of an all-night But in vigil. am alive. She that first tions moment were brushed her. and she only knew that it was well with She was saying. rollicking among child hood memories old orchard days. and She seemed to be opening the deep. to understand the seriousness of the silly predicament in which they found themselves lost within a mile of the city. It was as if she were her mother. I am happy. ing IRON CITY And before he did to in that fleet moment something happened Sarah Blackwistful dis stone. A Her mind went joyously free. for she felt tearing at her bosom the old ecstasy of early girlhood in mothering dolls. I before he spoke. There is . All the old weight of loss and longing. great current of Life pinned her to the ground. and John hurt. made her a part of the growing things. something dead broke from her There was in the still New life and slipped away. dripping night. all these considera aside. tried to bring her . appointment. mind back to the present. fled and she knew peace. bending over him. She reached down and began to rub John s hands. she bent over and kissed him.

it. he said. t that the bark of a &quot. She called loudly several times.Listen. She took his arm and drew &quot. Sarah exclaimed.You &quot.Hello.&quot. must leave me and go back for help. as she remembered girls did in books. Sarah ex! . I shall go on opening happy doors forever. painful She never flinched when he stumbled and threw his whole weight upon her. It was pleasure for Sarah. Somewhere not far distant over the hill a hound was baying. &quot. they came suddenly upon a little house and barn. It was work for John.&quot. a dim light flickered at a win dow. vainly.&quot.&quot. Something had indeed happened to Sarah Blackstone. &quot. war or grief. or to wait for the dog s howl. For a bad three minutes she was afraid she had silenced the dog.Come. &quot. She stood up tremblingly. but strong.isn dog?&quot.&quot.&quot. Life is entrancing.IRON CITY 309 no death. Over hill and hillock until. slowly in front of them and scrambled up the hill.It s my leg. &quot. when they had climbed the highest hill of all. Sarah could see the beast bristling and fierce against the wall of mist.We must follow she said.&quot. it over her shoulder. Then John &quot. After repeated calls. There was no light. with a groan. he was down on his knees again stand?&quot. and the back door cautiously opened. but the minute she with drew her support. She called out. I think. The dog s bark changed to snarls. Now and then they paused to rest. but again they heard its welcome baying. and and painfully they skirted the bowlder together.Can said heavily. the house Help. She was afraid to go in. you She helped him to his feet.

Sarah answered simply.He may need me. cried a little when she learned . Sarah found it harder to tell than she had thought. she would have gone to Cosmus. He ve been a fool. &quot. this &quot. Lights flickered now before them. and climbed in beside Cosmus.&quot. and that they needed a carriage to get back to Iron City. is the end.310 IRON CITY plained quickly that Mr. out of the gate. The whole affair looked different. and to a family carriage.&quot. They did not talk. &quot. and begged to nurse him as her right. in the glaring daylight. in front?&quot. reason entered. that s all. Missy. hitched an old horse He came you ride with me. &quot.Tain t far. only the begin I ll tell him to morrow.Will clucked to his mare. the pain and his companion. down a long. dark lane. and soon they caught the sound of the city. She tele And phoned to the hospital.It The farmer s broken. Cosmus was in pain. But the world of broad daylight is not the world of romance.&quot. Then he ignored lay back thinking. Cosmus was hurt.This And Sarah was ning.&quot. out in a few minutes with a lantern. He was but not unkind. is will go on like this forever.I referring to his leg. If she had followed her desire. it thinking. But the next morning. danced in their mist-blurred vision. &quot. and gently helped Cosmus into gruff the back seat. &quot.&quot. &quot.Wait till I get my shoes on. the carriage rattled through the barnyard. said the man. so they came to the hospital.&quot. I guess. and convention. and then upon a road they both knew. Once he said: forth.

Although she had found love. she began to wonder whether she had not found it too late. notes. . or hear from him.IRON CITY that his leg pretty. sent him him stiff little But in the days that followed she did not see Cosmus. wrote was broken. 311 flowers.

never himself. The accident. he vaguely real ized. He was like one set adrift in an open boat. he argued. which had enforced this idleness. Sunk in deep negation. but within or without himself he could get no new impetus forward. hours in his bed in the hospital. And like many another modern in this era of stress. at the seat of trouble rest had had her. He had come to a point in his career. while he was convalescing. . nothing made any difference. seemed to him the last affront from a particularly enigmatic and malevolent world. and was playing the snail. the was Sarah. Cosmus s world was walled around by War was the most real reality 312 . weeks that parsed. But he was without her. still and calm. would have been bearable. all this To If he be sure. he still was forced to admit that she was necessary to his hap piness. .uring the lands of experience. too passive He lay for to raise a signal of distress for safety. . and flippant. where events come in full cycle. they might have ignored the world and built an ivory tower above and beyond all this stress. too loyal to life to leap to death into the black waters.CHAPTER XXIX GROPING John Cosmus in the debatable d. At this time the lurid fires of war. even but never enkindled. Studiously avoiding sentiment. That was the end. Together. knew the bitterest failure. he had erected a shell of stoicism about a nature perhaps over-ardent and sensitive.

Cosmus: college. customed unpleasant duty to inform you.my you salary stops when I go out. however. so I guess I ll just keep this room. for the newspaper drab thing united him only with war. life.Glad to see you ?&quot. and he spoke somewhat bitterly. Your salary will be continued until you are out again. It is Please accept regrets from me in behalf of the whole I am sure you have been missed from your ac place. that the trustees are forced to dispense with your services henceforth. . He wrote: Dear Mr. Professor. and bunk here for Then. was being held firm by the routine of common work. suppose. This letter evoked only derisive laughter from Cos mus. So days passed in which his mind lay fallow. seeing the &quot. And he. April morning he had a visitor. HUGH CRANDON. he told himself. see. Samuel Curtis. bobbed in One through the door. practically cut off from all human society. sad and dim.but.IRON CITY men 313 of his life as it was all men s. Sincerely yours. Cosmus answered.&quot. like so many with broken anchor. gitting along so well. due to certain retrenchments revealed as necessary at the close of the last fiscal year. But not for long. one day after he had been in the hospital a couple of weeks.I out soon could go out now.&quot. &quot. He was now. &quot. and his heart was torn by pain. Much to his surprise. I You ll be &quot. my Believe me.&quot. he received a note from President Crandon.

Curtis. all sadness.You that the old man s answer? in. and Iron City has not changed one it &quot.Say.&quot. and charmed away &quot. if you want Cosmus s mind leaped back to that September day to.&quot. was mighty decent of it him to have come never held know.You m I m not Curtis was not disturbed by this earnest exposition. to teach on Crandon Hill s faculty. him in a flash all the aims and hopes were with mad than &quot. outside now. fit : &quot. &quot. Curtis answered quickly. to Curtis. Mr. he said : when he had arrived in Iron City. Professor? The mare s &quot. you were right. &quot.Will you go for a ride. and pain at his failures.that Curtis said finally. Walt Kuhns wasn It t such a bad fellow. was Was &quot. Mr. he continued see. His eyes merely shifted from the table to the window. and bring good. Curtis did not answer directly. the street.Has it mare? bit. has it s &quot. Instead he said.&quot.&quot. much.Pretty day.Oh.&quot. been four years since I rode behind the old My God. fear that the world was but a To himself more place.&quot.You mean. and in the silence that intervened a joyous bird-note floated into the room. Curtis. bigger and richer?&quot. I fired. him around to the door.&quot. yes. You ought to be out would do you &quot. he?&quot. four years before There came to and dreams which he had had then and which now shattered and gone. John said.&quot. and he was smitten fear and pain.I anyhow. against you that you put me into Curtis did not answer at once. You can drive out alone. . Suppose I hitch up the old mare.IRON CITY perplexity on his caller s face.

covert. How simple.IRON CITY &quot. a minute. . Think of unite the world. &quot. heartily. He allowed Curtis to help him into the fields . She had sent Samuel come for him then. Perhaps. know.&quot. They emerged from the dismal with rich earth scents. for .Stop tact &quot. only brotherhoods of men. and vibrant currents of hope in the air. feathery hospital. and over the hills and fields Once again he felt con glinted the River of Wires. and he knew this common sight as America. There are no We races. April! leaves. with the general life.There on the hill. nor countries. out the sleepy road. For the first time. roosters crowed in the barnyards the soil awaited the seed. go. Shall it be slave or free? that. Crutches were brought and he limped down after his lugubrious caller. broad sunshine.&quot. ever the old fight. Sarah. Sarah ! Slowly it Curtis and she had perhaps? phaeton and as in a dream.Surely. won t you?&quot. Cosmus gulped the freshness in greedily. Black birds tinkled in downy farmers were turning heavy furrows in the pigs grunted. he said finally. The world seemed a very decent place to live in. Sarah turned the mare s head into a flowery lane. They drove in silence. Then he saw who was in the Curtis phaeton holding the lines over the broad back of the old red mare. He was half -sorry that he had broken the silence. I know what those wires are saying. All my life long they have Now I been teasing me to guess their meaning. it s the old fight. They mean this.Outside &quot. he and Sarah drove down the shadowy street. 315 fester in now ? I ll Why not go ? Why Cosmus spoke bed ?&quot. his Country. dawned upon him.

love. suddenly shy for all its radiance. s been my fault all along. she answered.John. Sidney Haynes was another part of my loneliness.&quot.&quot. didn t I?&quot.Where IRON CITY eyes.I love you. &quot.It there to say? I love you. For a moment he did not remember.&quot.And then. whole. she .Let hurt you very mucli that night leg. &quot. fearful lest they be going home. s not think of that now.&quot. to any one. while we can. &quot. I guess.&quot. John.Wait.I when you broke your &quot. I made him up. just He existed as a mythical sad.What is &quot. he feared she might vanish before his are He we going?&quot.&quot.&quot. was as if all at once I had found my body at last. &quot. first. then he called that other re day long ago when they seemed to have entered a child-like world guilelessly. &quot. had found the joy of living. I was locked so into myself. &quot.Let s talk it out.&quot. &quot.&quot. it was my bringing up. her face &quot. she said.To my Symphony.&quot. &quot.you see. She paused.316 asked. trying to recover the reins that had dropped from her hands when John had taken them. &quot. I was not complete.&quot. &quot.it life. I never could give myself I drove you off. had found She turned to him slowly. Our tongues have always been so awkward. How it John thought. That s been the trouble with us. that night when you broke your leg. eagerly.Sarah!&quot. seemed as if I had changed. and had He turned toward her found each other there. she added decisively. &quot.

she answered. even abysmal. want children. theirs down which the old horse seemed to trot de Sometimes like all lovers they did not words for minutes. experiences.Oh. Sarah?&quot. In that race as Perception awakened in John. in the prospect struck in them a mood of wonder. restrain a shudder. John!&quot. upon whose bosom a young moon fluttered. and impenetrable shadows lay. until at last the long beams shattered themselves against the mystery of dark-blue woods. A moment later the horse drew the phaeton around a turn in the road and they caught the sound of the Sarah could not city.IRON CITY said breathlessly. they. of life. They found still roads where no hint of other hu man alone. She thought of the children which! . until this moment unheard. Something formless. and saw the de scending sun tint the half -a wakened earth with beauty. he asked. each trying to impart to the other something which grew more inarticulate at each word. will I!&quot. &quot. and lightedly. and a tender twilight. &quot. upon the first creation.Will to become a part of the and was to be. speak in dreams. And he He drew Sarah to Life.You &quot. fell like a lullaby over the land. souls penetrated. moment he seemed had been and is all it knew himself a part of him passionately. Once as the road skirted a wood and mounted an upland. love. but mostly they talked passionately together. It was as if they looked upon the twilight of a world- dawn. last 317 And he took her in his arms at They rode for a long time together. the first man and woman. they looked down upon a valley where waters twinkled through white mists. little private roadways.

318 IRON CITY were to come. were just two facts the perennial wrongness of cruelty and greed. clattered along in : Whither sped the old world while Oh. hearts. with young an antique shay of another generation? Whither drove they? This they knew as they sat with clasped hands. and of the world of cruelty in which they were to have their life. and the eternal Tightness of love. For them there bulent world. felt return upon him the weari ness of the morning. the pain. the impotency and de Why deceive themselves by the romance of spair. if they could only know to whose hand the fu ture would be committed! FINIS . love? they. that it was into a tur And they were sad. as he heard the undertone of trade. Even he.

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