Part 29 (2/2)

”Yes?”

”I want to help you--every way.”

”I know you do.” His voice was a little husky, and he looked up and met her fine, clear eyes.

Then she turned away, sadly.

”You'll let me do it?”

”Oh, no!” he said firmly. ”The idea's appealing, but you mustn't think of it, Miss Sally. It will only stir up trouble.”

”We ought to.”

”Not for this.”

”But the s.h.i.+rtwaist-makers are working in intolerable conditions; they're just ready to strike; a spark would blow 'em all up.”

He shook his head.

”Wait--wait till we see what my next number does!”

Sally said no more; but her heart nursed her desire until it grew to an overmastering pa.s.sion. She left for the night, and Joe sat down, burning with the fires of righteousness. And he wrote an editorial that altered the current of his life. He wrote:

FORTY-FIVE TREACHEROUS MEN

Theodore Marrin and the forty-four who went back to work for him: Every one of you is a traitor to American citizens.h.i.+p.

Let us use blunt words and call a spade a spade.

Theodore Marrin, you have betrayed your employees.

You forty-four men, you have betrayed yourselves and your leader.

And so it went, sharp, incisive, plain-spoken--words that were hot brands and burned.

He was sitting at this task (twice his mother had called him to supper and he had waved her away) when an exquisite black-eyed little woman came in.

”Mr. Blaine?”

”Yes.”

”I'm Mrs. Izon.”

Joe wheeled about and seized her hand.

”Tell me to do something for you! You and your brave husband!”

Mrs. Izon spoke quietly:

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