“We’ll hear the apostle of peace first,” Vassar said to Zonia, pushing his way slowly through the crowd toward a platform with three-foot letters covering its four sides:
PEACE! PEACE! PEACE! PEACE!
The Reverend A. Cuthbert Pike, president of the Peace union of America, was delivering the opening address as the chairman of his meeting. He was a funny-looking little man of slight features, bald and decorated with a set of aggressive side whiskers. His manner was quick and nervous, electric in its nervousness, his voice in striking contrast to the jerky pugnacity3 of his body. The tones were soft and dreaming, as if he were trying to subdue4 the tendency of the flesh to fight for what he believed to be right.
He leaned far over the rail of the platform and breathed his words over the crowd:
“Two great powers contend for the mastery of the world, my friends,” he was saying. “The spirit of Christ and the spirit of Napoleon. The one would overcome evil with good. The other would hurl5 evil against evil. One stands for love, humility6, self-sacrifice. The other stands for the hate, pride and avarice7 of the militarism of today—”
Vassar lost the next sentence. His mind had leaped the seas and stood with brooding wonder over the miracle of self-sacrifice of a thousand blood-drenched trenches8 and battlefields where millions of stout-hearted men were now laying their lives on the altar of their country—an offering of simple love. They had left the selfish pursuit of pleasure and wealth and individual aggrandizement9 and merged10 their souls and bodies into the wider life of humanity—the hopes and aspirations11 of a race. Was all this hate and pride and avarice? Bah! The little fidgety preacher was surely crazy; the thing called war was too big and terrible and soul-searching for that. Such theories were too small. They could not account for the signs of the times.
The preacher was talking again. He caught the quiver of hate in his utterance12 of the name of the great German philosopher.
“In Nietzsche’s words we have the supreme13 utterance of the modern anti-Christ in his blasphemous14 rendition of the Beatitudes. Hear him:
“ ‘Ye have heard how in olden times it was said, Blessed are the meek15 for they shall inherit the earth; but I say to you, Blessed are the valiant16, for they shall make the earth their throne—”
“Militarism, my friends, is the incarnate17 soul of blasphemy18! It is confined to no country. It is a world curse. The mightiest19 task of the times in which we live is to cast out this devil from the body of civilization. We demand votes for women because we believe they will help us in the grim battle we are fighting with the powers of Death and Hell—”
Vassar turned with a sigh and pressed toward the next platform. The Honorable Plato Barker, silver-tongued orator20 of the plains, was soaring above the heads of his enraptured21 listeners. His benevolent22 bald head glistened23 in the sputtering24 rays of the arc light. He was supremely25 happy once more. He had resigned the cares of office to ride a new hobby and bask26 in the smiles of cheering thousands. He had ridden Free Silver to death and grown tired of Prohibition27. He had groomed28 a new steed. His latest hobby was Peace. He too was demanding votes for women because they would save the world from the curse of war.
Vassar listened to the man whom he had once cheered and followed with growing wonder and weariness. With pompous29 pose and high-sounding phrase he inveighed30 against arms and armament. In the next breath he denounced his old opponent for the attempt to abolish armaments by an international organization to enforce peace through a central police power. He demanded that America should stand alone in her purity and her unselfish glory. He believed in America for the Americans. But he would not fight to maintain it—nor would he permit an entangling31 alliance with any nation which might make safe the doctrine32 without a fight. We would neither fight nor permit anyone else to fight for us. He demanded that we should not arm ourselves for defense33 and in the next breath declared that he was not in favor at present of dismantling34 the forts we now possessed35 or of disbanding the army. He denounced all arms and all wars and yet favored being half armed and half ready for an inadequate36 defense. He asked that we stand absolutely alone in the world and half armed maintain the guardianship37 of the Western Hemisphere against the serried38 millions of veteran soldiers of armed Europe. He demanded that we uphold international law and order and yet ridiculed39 any organization for that purpose.
Each empty platitude40 the crowd cheered. Each preposterous41 demand for the impossible they cheered again with redoubled power.
His last proposition was evidently his favorite. He dropped his voice to low persuasive42 tones:
“Even suppose the unthinkable thing should happen. Suppose that some misguided nation in an hour of madness should send a hundred thousand soldiers across three thousand miles of sea and attempt to invade this country—what then? This country, mark you, peopled by a nation of vastly superior numbers, equal intelligence, mechanical genius and political organization—”
He paused and thundered:
“What would happen?
“Those hundred thousand invading soldiers would never see their old homes again—”
Tremendous cheers rent the air.
“And what’s more, dear friends, they would never desire to see their homes again. We would march out to meet them with smiles and flowers. We would bid them welcome to our shores. We would give to them the freedom of our city and greet them as brethren!”
Again the cheers leaped from the throats of thousands.
To John Vassar with the bitter memories of the might of kings that yet shadowed the world the scene was sickening in its utter fatuity43. He mopped the perspiration44 from his forehead and hurried on.
He passed the platform on which Jane Hale stood repeating in monotonous45 reiteration46 the plea for peace which she vainly spoke47 into the ears of Europe on her tour during the war. The speakers’ stand was draped in red and behind Miss Hale’s solid figure the young statesman recognized the familiar faces of the Socialist48 leaders of the East Side.
How vain this Socialist symbol of the common red blood that pulses from every human breast! How pitifully tragic49 their failure in the hour when the war summoned the world to the national colors. The red flag faded from the sky. It was all talk—all wind—all fustian—all bombast—all theory. Men don’t die for academic theories. Men die for what they believe. And yet these American Socialists50 were as busy with their parrot talk as if nothing had happened in the world since that fatal day in July, 1914, when old things passed away and all things became new.
Vassar pressed past the crowd around the Socialist stand and saw beyond the platform from which the woman leader of the new Anti-Enlistment51 League was haranguing52 the mob. She too was a suffragette for peace purposes—an aggressive fat female of decisively militant54 aspect. Her words were pacific in their import. Her manner and spirit spoke battle in every accent and gesture. She was determined55 to have peace if she had to kill every man, woman and child opposed to it.
She waved the pledge of the League above her head and recited its form in rasping, challenging, aggravating56 notes.
“I, being over eighteen years of age, hereby pledge myself against enlistment as a volunteer for any military or naval57 service in an international war, and against giving my approval to such enlistment on the part of others.”
She paused and shouted:
“The Anti-Enlistment League does not stand for puny58 non-resistance! We appeal to the militancy59 of the spirit—”
John Vassar looked at his watch.
“We’ve yet time to hear brother Debs. I like his kind. You always know where to find him.”
“No-no—Uncy,” Zonia urged, “we must hurry to our stand—”
“Our stand, eh?”
“Yes—you mustn’t miss a word Miss Holland says. She doesn’t speak long—but every word counts—”
“She has one loyal follower60 anyhow,” Vassar smiled.
“I’m going to win her for you, Uncy dear—”
“Oh, that’s the scheme?”
“Yes—”
“I don’t think it can be done, little sweetheart. I never could like a hen that crows—”
Zonia waved her arm toward the big platform of the Woman’s Federated Clubs.
“There they are now!” she cried—“Marya and Grandpa—they’re sitting on the steps—”
“So I see—“ Vassar laughed.
Old Andrew Vassar was beaming his good-natured approval on the throng61 that surged about the stand, his arm encircling his little granddaughter with loving touch.
The younger man watched him a moment with a tender smile. His father was supremely happy in the great crowd of strong, healthy, free men and women. He knew nothing of the meaning of the meeting. He never bothered his head about it. The thing was a part of the life of America and it was good. He was seventy years old now—lame from an old wound received in Poland—but had a fine strong face beaming generous thoughts to all men. He had landed on our shores thirty years ago broken, bruised62 and ruined. He had dared to lift his voice in Poland for one of the simplest rights of his people. A brutal63 soldier at the order of their imperial master had sacked his home, murdered his wife and daughter before his eyes, robbed him of all and at last left him in the street, bleeding to death with a baby boy of five clinging to his body. His older son had smuggled64 him aboard a ship bound for New York. He had prospered65 from the day of his landing. A tailor by trade he had proven his worth from the first. For ten years he had been head cutter for a wholesale66 clothing house and received an annual salary of ten thousand dollars. Ten years ago the might of kings had gripped the son he left behind. His goods too were forfeited67, his life snuffed out and his children orphaned68. Big free America had received them now, and the old man’s strong arm circled them. The little terror-stricken boy, who had clung to him the day the soldiers left him in the street for dead, was the Honorable John Vassar, the coming man of a mighty69 nation of freemen.
Old Andrew Vassar made no effort to grasp the current of our social or political life. It was all good. He went to all the political meetings, Democratic, Republican, Socialist, Woman’s Suffrage53. He liked to test his freedom and laugh to find it true.
He caught John’s eye, waved his arm enthusiastically and lifted Marya high above the heads of the crowd that she might throw him a kiss.
Zonia answered with a little cry of love and they quickly pressed through the throng to a position directly in front of the speaker’s stand.
Waldron had just risen to make his opening address. His automobile70 had brought him quickly from another important engagement with a committee of Western bankers who had met in the stately library of his palatial71 home on the heights of upper Manhattan.
There was no mistaking the poise72 of the man, his dignity and conscious reserve power. Vassar studied him for the first time at close range with increasing dislike and suspicion.
He faced the crowd with a look of quiet mastery. A man of medium height, massive bull neck, high forehead, straight intellectual eyebrows73 and piercing steel gray eyes. There was no mistaking the fact that he was a born leader of men.
A high collar covered the massive neck well up to the ears, concealing74 the lines of brutality75 which lay beneath; and a pair of glasses attached to a black silk cord and gracefully76 adjusted, gave to his strong features a touch of intellectuality on which his vanity evidently fed.
A curious little smile played about the corners of his eyes and thin lips as if he knew a good joke that couldn’t be told to a crowd. The smile brought a frown to John Vassar’s sensitive face. He instinctively77 hated a man with that kind of smile. He couldn’t tell why. The smile was not a pose. There was something genuine behind it. A crowd would like him for it. But the man who looked beneath the surface for its real meaning felt intuitively that it sprang from a deep, genuine and boundless78 contempt for humanity.
The sound of his voice confirmed this impression. He spoke with a cold, measured deliberation that provoked and held an audience. His words were clean cut and fell with metallic79 precision like the click of a telegraph key.
“I have the honor, tonight, ladies and gentlemen,” he began slowly, “of introducing to you the real leader of the women of America—”
A cheer swept the crowd and Zonia stood on tiptoe trying to catch a glimpse of her heroine.
“She’s hiding behind the others—“ she pressed her uncle’s arm—“but you’ll see her in a minute, Uncy!”
“Doubtless!” Vassar laughed. “She’s too wise an actress to stumble on the stage before her cue—”
Waldron’s metallic voice was clicking on.
“Before I present her, allow me as a spokesman of this great meeting to give you in a few words my reasons for demanding votes for women. The supreme purpose of my life is to do my part in ushering80 into the world the reign81 of universal peace. The greatest issue ever presented to the American people is now demanding an answer. Shall this nation follow the lead of blood-soaked Europe and arm to the teeth? Or shall we remain the one people of this earth who stand for peace and good will to all?
“The militarists tell us that man is a fighting animal; that human nature cannot be changed; that nations have always fought and will continue to fight to the end of time; that war sooner or later will come and that we must prepare for it.
“I say give woman the ballot82 and she will find a way to prevent war!
“The alarmist tells us that armaments are our only sure guarantee of peace. It’s a lie. And that lie is now being shot to pieces in Europe before our eyes. Armaments provoke war. In the fierce light of this hell-lit conflagration83 even the blind should see that armaments have never yet guaranteed peace.
“Europe in torment84 calls to us today. O, great Republic of the West, beware! Armaments are not guarantees of peace. They are not insurance. Make your new world different from the old. Beware of guns. Down with the machinery85 of slaughter86. Trust in reason. Have faith in your fellow men. Build your life on love not hate. Proclaim the coming of the Lord—the Prince of Peace—”
Vassar glanced quickly over the sea of uplifted faces and wondered why they did not applaud. Barker’s crowd had gone wild over weak platitudes87 poorly expressing similar ideas. The words of this man were eloquent88. The silence was uncanny. Why didn’t they applaud?
He turned his head aside and listened intently. It was the metallic click of Waldron’s cold penetrating89 voice that killed applause. There was something in it that froze the blood in the veins90 of an enthusiast—and yet held every listener in a spell.
“Your alarmists,” he went on deliberately91, “are busy now with a new scare. When this war is over they tell us we must fight the victors, for they will move to conquer us. Let us nail another lie. This war will leave Europe exhausted92 and helpless for a generation. We will be the strongest nation in the world—our strength intact, our resources boundless.
“Besides, we have the men and the means for arming them instantly if we are threatened. We have equipped and supplied armies of millions for England, France and Russia. What we have done for them we can surely do for ourselves. Our factories are now producing more military supplies for Europe than we could use for our defense. Our navy is more efficient than ever before in history. Our chief ports are defended by great guns that make them impregnable. Our army is small, but I repeat the Honorable Plato Barker’s axiom as a truth unassailable—‘We can raise an army of a million men between the suns!’ yes and five million more within a week if they are needed—”
John Vassar ground his teeth and set his firm jaw93 to prevent an outburst of mad protest. As chairman of the House Committee of Military Affairs he knew that every statement in this subtle demagogue’s appeal was but half truth, and for that reason the most dangerous lie. The navy was more efficient than ever before—so was every navy in the world. Our navy was still utterly94 inadequate to defend us against any first-class combination of Europe or any single power of the rank of Germany. Our coast guns were good, but a hostile navy triumphant95 at sea would never come in range of them. They would land at their leisure at any one of a hundred undefended harbors and take our forts from the rear. We could manufacture ammunition—but to no purpose, because we have few guns for field artillery96 and not enough trained artillerymen to man them if we had the guns. It takes years to train the masters of war machinery. A million men could be raised between the suns, but they would be mowed97 down by fields of hidden artillery beyond the range of our gunners before we could get in sight.
There was no escape from the deep conviction that the cold-blooded thinker who was smiling into the face of this crowd knew these facts with a knowledge even clearer than his own.
What was the sinister98 motive99 back of that frozen smile?
Again and again Vassar asked himself the question. He was still puzzling over the mystery of Waldron’s motive when a ringing cheer burst from the crowd and Zonia pressed his arm.
“There she is, Uncy—there she is!”
Waldron was leading to the rail a blushing girl.
“No, no—sweetheart—that’s someone else—can’t be the Amazon—”
“Of course, you silly—she’s not an Amazon—she’s my heroine. Isn’t she a darling? Now honestly?”
Vassar was too dumfounded to make reply.
Waldron was introducing her, the same cold smile on his thin lips, the same metallic click of his voice.
“Permit me, ladies and gentlemen, to present to you tonight a new force in the world—a real leader of modern women, our Joan of Arc, the President of the Federated Clubs, Miss Virginia Holland!”
Again the crowd burst into applause.
The little head bowed with the slightest inclination100 and a smile of pure sunlight illumined an exquisite101 face. The Amazon he had hated stood before him a gentle creature of delicate yet strongly molded features, her high smooth forehead crowned with a tangled102 mass of auburn blonde hair.
Vassar laughed at the sheer absurdity103 of it all. Such a woman couldn’t be the leader of the brazen104 mob of clamoring females he had grown to hate. It was too preposterous for words. She was speaking now. He didn’t know what she was saying. No matter. It was her personality that held him in a spell. Her voice was the most startling contrast to Waldron’s—soft and clear as the round notes of a flute105. Its volume was not great and yet the quality was penetrating. It found the ear of the farthest listener in the wide circle of the crowd and at the same time the depths of his inmost being.
There was no resisting her personal appeal.
Before she had spoken two sentences Vassar was ready to agree to any proposition she might make. She seemed so sweet and sane106 and reasonable. Her appeal was to both the head and the heart of her hearers.
The young statesman mopped his brow in a vague panic. If this was the leader who had marked him for defeat the situation was serious. If she and her kind should make a personal canvass107 of the voters of his district, he would have to rise early and go to bed late if he ever expected to see the Capitol at Washington again.
And yet it was not the fear of defeat that really disturbed him. It was the confusion into which her personality had thrown all his preconceived ideas. Great God! If this sort of woman had gotten into the movement where would it end? How could she be denied? He laughed again at his preconceived ideas of the leader of Amazons and the sweet reasonableness of this gentle, brilliant, exquisite girl on whose words the crowd hung breathless.
He was stunned108. It was impossible for the moment to adjust his thinking to the situation. He was missing all her speech. For the life of him he couldn’t recall a sentence. He pulled himself up with a frown and listened.
“I am not sure, dear friends, that we can prevent war,” she was saying, “but I am sure that we will try. And I am absolutely sure that the clothing of women with the sovereign power of the ballot will introduce into the councils that decide peace or war a new element in human history. Man alone has failed to keep the peace. Surely if we help we can do no worse. I have an abiding109 faith that we can do better—”
She paused and a look of enraptured emotion illumined her face as she slowly continued:
“If a city were besieged110 and soldiers were defending its strong places, and a breach111 had been made in the embattlements, the men within would close that breach with the first thing at hand. They would not spare even the priceless marble figure on which an artist had spent years of loving toil—unless the defending soldier were the artist who created the masterpiece! He could not hurl this treasure into the breach to be crushed into a shapeless mass. He would find another way or die in the effort.
“Man is woman’s masterpiece. For twenty-five years she broods and watches and works with loving care to fashion this immortal112 being. Give to her the decisive voice in war and she will find a better way to fill the breach. She will not hurl her masterpiece into this hell. Man has failed to find a better way. May not we who love most and suffer most at least have the chance to try?”
The sweet penetrating voice died softly away and she had taken her seat before the crowd realized that she had stopped.
A moment’s dead silence and then cheer after cheer swept the throng.
An excited man lifted high his hand and shouted:
“We’ll give you the chance. Yes—yes!”
Zonia’s grip tightened113 suddenly on John Vassar’s arm.
“You’ll let me introduce you, Uncy?”
Vassar laughed excitedly.
“Will I? Be quick, girl—before she gets away!”
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