A Poor Wise Man HTML version
They opened business offices, and brought in the press men, and shouted their
grievances for the world to hear.
This was different. This was anarchy. And in every city it was going on, this
rallying of the malcontents, the idlers, the envious and the dangerous, to the red
flag. Organized labor gathered together the workmen, but men like Doyle were
organizing the riff-raff of the country. They secured a small percentage of
idealists and pseudo-intellectuals, and taught them a so-called internationalism
which under the name of brotherhood was nothing but a raid on private property,
a scheme of pillage and arson. They allied with themselves imported laborers
from Europe, men with everything to gain and nothing to lose, and by magnifying
real grievances and inflaming them with imaginary ones, were building out of this
material the rank and file of an anarchist army.
And against it, what?
On toward morning he remembered something, and sat bolt upright in bed. Edith
had once said something about knowing of a secret telephone. She had known
Louis Akers very well. He might have told her what she knew, or have shown her,
in some braggart moment. A certain type of man was unable to keep a secret
from a woman. But that would imply - For the first time he wondered what Edith's
relations with Louis Akers might have been.