the conflict-第17章
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‘‘I am terribly ignorant about all these things；'' said Jane。 ‘‘What a ridiculous thing my education has been！''
‘‘But it hasn't spoiled your heart；'' cried Selma。 And all at once her eyes were wonderfully soft and tender； and into her voice came a tone so sweet that Jane's eyes filled with tears。 ‘‘It was to your heart that I came to appeal；'' she went on。 ‘‘Oh； Miss Hastingswe will do all we can to protect Victor Dorn and we guard him day and night without his knowing it。 But I am afraidafraid！ And I want you to help。 Will you？''
‘‘I'll do anything I can；'' said Janea Jane very different from the various Janes Miss Hastings knew a Jane who seemed to be conjuring of Selma Gordon's enchantments。
‘‘I want you to ask your father to give him a fair show。 We don't ask any favorsfor ourselvesfor him。 But we don't want to see him'' Selma shuddered and covered her eyes with her hands ‘‘lying dead in some alley； shot or stabbed by some unknown thug！''
Selma made it so vivid that Jane saw the whole tragedy before her very eyes。
‘‘The real reason why they hate him；'' Selma went on； ‘‘is because he preaches up education and preaches down violenceand is building his party on intelligence instead of on force。 The masters want the workingman who burns and kills and riots。 They can shoot him down。 They can make people accept any tyranny in preference to the danger of fire and murder let loose。 But Victor is teaching the workingmen to stop playing the masters' game for them。 No wonder they hate him！ He makes them afraid of the day when the united workingmen will have their way by organizing and voting。 And they know that if Victor Dorn lives； that day will come in this city very； very soon。'' Selma saw Davy Hull； impatient at his long wait； advancing toward them。 She said： ‘‘You will talk to your father？''
‘‘Yes；'' said Jane。 ‘‘And I assure you he will do what he can。 You don't know him； Miss Gordon。''
‘‘I know he loves youI know he MUST love you；'' said Selma。 ‘‘Now； I must go。 Good…by。 I knew you would be glad of the chance to do something worth while。''
Jane had been rather expecting to be thanked for her generosity and goodness。 Selma's remark seemed at first blush an irritating attempt to shift a favor asked into a favor given。 But it was impossible for her to fail to see Selma's sensible statement of the actual truth。 So； she said honestly：
‘‘Thank you for coming； Miss Gordon。 I am glad of the chance。''
They shook hands。 Selma； holding her hand； looked up at her； suddenly kissed her。 Jane returned the kiss。 David Hull； advancing with his gaze upon them； stopped short。 Selma； without a glancebecause without a thoughtin his direction； hastened away。
When David rejoined Jane； she was gazing tenderly after the small； graceful figure moving toward the distant entrance gates。 Said David：
‘‘I think that girl has got you hypnotized。''
Jane laughed and sent him home。 ‘‘I'm busy；'' she said。 ‘‘I've got something to do； at last。''
III
Jane knocked at the door of her father's little office。 ‘‘Are you there； father？'' said she。
‘‘Yescome in； Jinny。'' As she entered； he went on； ‘‘But you must go right away again。 I've got to 'tend to this strike。'' He took on an injured； melancholy tone。 ‘‘Those fool workingmen！
They're certain to lose。 And what'll come of it all？ Why； they'll be out their wages and their jobs； and the company lose so much money that it can't put on the new cars the public's clamorin' for。 The old cars'll have to do for another year； anyhowmaybe two。''
Jane had heard that lugubrious tone from time to time； and she knew what it meantan air of sorrow concealing secret joy。 So； here was another benefit the companyshe preferred to think of it as the company rather than as her fatherexpected to gain from the strike。 It could put off replacing the miserable old cars in which it was compelling people to ride。 Instead of losing money by the strike； it would make money by it。 This was Jane's first glimpse of one of the most interesting and important truths of modern lifehow it is often to the advantage of business men to have their own business crippled； hampered； stopped altogether。
‘‘You needn't worry； father；'' said she cheerfully。 ‘‘The strike's been declared off。''
‘‘What's that？'' cried her father。
‘‘A girl from down town just called。 She says the union has called the strike off and the men have accepted the company's terms。''
‘‘But them terms is withdrawn！'' cried Hastings； as if his daughter were the union。 He seized the telephone。 ‘‘I'll call up the office and order 'em withdrawn。''
‘‘It's too late；'' said she。
Just then the telephone bell rang； and Hastings was soon hearing confirmation of the news his daughter had brought him。 She could not bear watching his face as he listened。 She turned her back； stood gazing out at the window。 Her father； beside himself； was shrieking into the telephone curses； denunciations； impossible orders。 The one emergency against which he had not provided was the union's ending the strike。 When you have struck the line of battle of a general； however able and self…controlled； in the one spot where he has not arranged a defense； you have thrown him and his armyinto a panic。 Some of the greatest tactitians in history have given way in those circumstances； so； Martin Hastings' utter loss of self…control and of control of the situation only proves that he had his share of human nature。 He had provided against the unexpected； he had not provided against the impossible。
Jane let her father rave on into the telephone until his voice grew hoarse and squeaky。 Then she turned and said： ‘‘Now； fatherwhat's the use of making yourself sick？ You can't do any goodcan you？'' She laid one hand on his arm； with the other hand caressed his head。 ‘‘Hang up the receiver and think of your health。''
‘‘I don't care to live； with such goings…on；'' declared he。 But he hung up the receiver and sank back in his chair； exhausted。
‘‘Come out on the porch；'' she went on； tugging gently at him。 ‘‘The air's stuffy in here。''
He rose obediently。 She led him to the veranda and seated him comfortably； with a cushion in his back at the exact spot at which it was most comfortable。 She patted his shrunken cheeks； stood off and looked at him。
‘‘Where's your sense of humor？'' she cried。 ‘‘You used to be able to laugh when things went against you。 You're getting to be as solemn and to take yourself as seriously as Davy Hull。''
The old man made a not unsuccessful attempt to smile。 ‘‘That there Victor Dorn！'' said he。 ‘‘He'll be the death of me； yet。''
‘‘What has he done now？'' said Jane； innocently。
Hastings rubbed his big bald forehead with his scrawny hand。 ‘‘He's tryin' to run this townto run it to the devil；'' replied he； by way of evasion。
‘‘Something's got to be done about himeh？'' observed she； in a fine imitation of a business…like voice。
‘‘Something WILL be done；'' retorted he。
Jane wincedhid her distressreturned to the course she had mapped out for herself。 ‘‘I hope it won't be something stupid；'' said she。 Then she seated herself and went on。 ‘‘Fatherdid you ever stop to wonder whether it is Victor Dorn or the changed times？''
The old man looked up abruptly and sharplythe expression of a shrewd man when he catches a hint of a new idea that sounds as if it might have something in it。
‘‘You blame Victor Dorn；'' she went on to explain。 ‘‘But if there were no Victor Dorn； wouldn't you be having just the same trouble？ Aren't men of affairs having them everywherein Europe as well as on this sidenowadays？''
The old man rubbed his browhis nosehis chin pulled at the tufts of hair in his earsfumbled with his cuffs。 All of these gestures indicated interest and attention。
‘‘Isn't the real truth not Victor Dorn or Victor Dorns but a changed and changing world？'' pursued the girl。 ‘‘And if that's so； haven't you either got to adopt new methods or fall back？ That's the way it looks to meand we women have got intuitions if we haven't got sense。''
‘‘_I_ never said women hadn't got sense；'' replied the old man。 ‘‘I've sometimes said MEN ain't got no sense
