And they tell lies about us and keep us down."
And so Samuel found himself face to face with the ultimate horror of
Capitalism. It was bad enough to own the means whereby the people
lived, and to starve and exploit their bodies. But to own their minds,
and to lead them astray! To keep them from finding out the way of
their deliverance! Surely that was the crime of crimes!
"I can't believe it!" he panted.
And the young lawyer answered, "Come and work with us a while and see
for yourself."
CHAPTER XXIX
Samuel went home and faced a surprising experience. There was a dapper
and well-dressed young man waiting to see him. "My name is Pollard,"
he said, "and I'm from the Lockmanville "Express." I want to get a
story from you."
"A story from me?" echoed the boy in perplexity.
"An interview," explained the other. "I want to find out about that
meeting you're going to hold."
And so Samuel experienced the great thrill, which comes sooner or
later to every social reformer. He sat in Mrs. Stedman's little
parlor, and told his tale yet again. Mr. Pollard was young and just
out of college, and his pencil fairly flew over his notebook. "Gosh!"
he exclaimed. "But this is hot stuff!"
To Samuel it was an extraordinary revelation. He was surprised that
the idea had not occurred to him before. What was the use of holding
meetings and making speeches, when one could have things printed in
the papers? In the papers everyone would read it; and they would get
it straight--there would be no chance of error.
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