The Iron Heel

of having socialists and labor leaders at his house, and of openly attending socialist meetings; and father had only laughed at him for his pai

d by the vast philosophic and scientific literature of socialism that was opened up to me. I

iment that I was a too-forward and self-assertive young woman with a mischievous penchant for officiousness and interference in other persons' affairs. This I thought no more than natu

e time afterward that Ernest pointed out to me clearly that this general attitude of my class was something more than spontaneous, that behind it were the hidden springs of an organized conduct. "You

r was angry-philosophically angry. He was rarely really angry; but a certain measure of controlled anger h

he demanded. "I had l

whose withered mind was stored with generalizations that w

father announced.

d, and w

I'll allow; but I was repriman

at you were reprimand

guesses," fa

t won't be a guess. It will be a deduction.

father cried. "H

ming. I warned yo

uldn't believe it. At any rate, it is only

you persist in your policy of having these socialists a

d policy. He said much more of the same vague sort, and I couldn't pin him down to anything specific. I made it pretty awkward for him, and he could only go on repea

rnest said. "The leg-bar* is

ican slaves were

ot until the coming

e leg-bar pass

not but be offended by the swerving of the university from its high ideal of the passionless pursuit of passionless intelligence. When I tried to pin him down to what my home life had to do wit

ar better if you had,

father protested;

in public with so notorious a character as you, and that it was not in keeping with university tone an

ment, and then said, and his face was very g

mere university ideal. Somebody ha

and his face showed that he was i

s in our religious, political, and social structures. An unseen and fearful revolution is taking place in the fibre and structure of society. One can only dimly feel these things. But they are in the air, now, to-day. One can feel the loom of them-things vast

?" father bega

igarchy, if you will; it is the nearest I dare approximate it. What its nature may be I refuse to imagine.* But what I wanted to say was this: Yo

ard, they did not dr

n, even before hi

dow. John C. Calhou

government great

ting of many and v

into one mass, and

he vast surplus in

raham Lincoln, sai

I see in the nea

nerves me and cause

ountry. . . . Corp

f corruption in hig

of the country wil

upon the prejudices

gated in a few hand

tro

be cowardly,"

e the present battle to youth and strength. We young fellows have our work yet to do. Avis wi

y can wage on a professor who is economically dependent on his university. But I am independent. I have not been a professor f

I fear be so, your private income, your principal itse

hinking deeply, and I could see the lines of

shall go on with my book.* You may be wrong, but whet

omics and Educatio

pies of it are exta

dealt, in elaborat

stence of the estab

f the universities

crushing indictment

developed in the m

s were favorable

sion of all ideas th

ok created a furor

d by the

th that Bishop Morehouse is, and toward a similar smash-u

ishop, and we got Ernest to explai

. He is very sick, and, worse than that, he has got out of hand. He is too ethical. He has been too severely touched. And, as usual, he is unpractical. He is up in the air with all kinds of ethical delusions and plans for mission work among the cultured. He feels it is his bounden duty to resurrect the ancient spirit of the Church and to deliver its message to the masters. He

ath my smile was the serious

assassinated, but I shall never be crucified. I a

ifixion of the Bishop?" I asked. "You wi

l in comfort when there are millions in

advise father to a

d, like Ruth of old, thy people are my people. As for the Bishop, he has no daughter. Besides, no matter how small the goo

for righteousness would be no more than a little inadequate wail. But I did not yet have the harsh facts of life at my fingers'

ited States Commissioner of Labor. I was overjoyed. The salary was comparatively large, and would make safe our marriage. And then it surely wa

winkle in his eyes.

g to . . . to dec

r betrayed labor! If you but knew how many of its leaders have been bought out in similar ways in the past. It is cheaper, so much cheaper, to buy a general than to fight him and his whole army. There was-but I'll not

orgive the way his father had been malformed-the sordid lies and the petty th

down beast by his masters, the arch-beasts. He should be alive to-day, like your father. He had a strong constitution. But he was caught in the machine and worked to death-for profit