Part 21 (1/2)

”Well,” returned John, ”think of the army as a sun, and of every loyal individual soldier, officer and private alike, as a ray of that sun and _there_ is your true equality. Pers.h.i.+ng's rank was simply the burning gla.s.s that focused our two million individual rays to a point of such equality that they could move as one. And I noticed another thing in that review, too,” continued John, earnestly, ”even if I was supposed to have my eyes front, I noticed that General Pers.h.i.+ng saluted the colors. And that meant simply this, that as each individual soldier honored the whole army in his recognition of the general's rank, the army itself, through its commander, honored the greater _oneness_ of the nation. And so Foch's rank was a burning gla.s.s that focused the different allied nations into a still greater _oneness_, and drew their strength to such a point of equality that it lighted a fire under old Kaiser Bill.”

”But what has all this to do with you and me now?” demanded Charlie.

”It looks to me as though you are the one that is getting away from the main thought.”

”I am not,” returned John. ”It has this to do with you and me: Our little part as a nation in that world job in France is finished all right, and the national job that we have to tackle now, here at home, is a little different, but the principle of unity involved is exactly the same. Our everyday work can no more be done by those who work with their hands alone than the Germans could have been whipped by privates alone. Nor can our industries be carried on by those who do the planning and managing alone any more than the army could have carried out a campaign with nothing but officers.”

”Oh, I see now what you are getting at,” said Charlie.

”It's about time that you woke up,” retorted John.

”You mean,” continued Charlie, carefully, ”that just as the unity of the army was in the different ranks that focused the individual soldier rays upon one common purpose, so the true equality of our industries is possible only through the difference in rank, such as--well, such as yours and mine--manager and workman or employer and employee.”

”Now you're getting wise,” cried John. ”Really at times you show signs of almost human intelligence.”

Charlie returned, doubtfully, ”How do you suppose Sam Whaley and a few others I could name in our union would take to this equality stuff of yours?”

”And how do you suppose McIver and others like him would take to it?”

retorted John. ”All the men in your union are not Sam Whaleys by a long shot, neither are all employers like McIver. As I remember, you had to discipline a man now and then in Company K. And you have heard of officers being cas.h.i.+ered, haven't you?”

”That's all right,” returned the captain, ”but how will the rank and file of our industrial army as a whole ever get it?”

For some time John Ward did not reply to this, but sat brooding over the question, while his former superior officer waited expectantly.

Then the manager said, earnestly, ”Charlie, what was it that drew over four million American citizens of almost every known parentage from every walk of life, and made them an army with one purpose? And what was it that inspired one hundred million more to back them?

”I'll tell you what it was,” he continued, when his companion did not answer, ”it was the Big Idea.

”Oh, yes, I know there were all kinds of graft and incompetency and jealousy and mutiny and outrages. And there were traitors and profiteers and slackers of every sort. But the Big Idea that focused the strength of the nation as a whole, Charlie, was so much bigger than any individual or group that it absorbed all. It took possession of us all--inspired us all--dominated and drove us all, into every conceivable effort and sacrifice, until it made heroism a common thing.

And this Big Idea was so big that it not only absorbed disloyalty and selfishness as a great living river takes in a few drops of poison, but it a.s.similated, as well, every brand of cla.s.s and caste. It made no distinction between officer and private, it ruled General Pers.h.i.+ng and Private Jones alike. It recognized no difference between educated and uneducated and sent university professors and bootblacks over the top side by side. And this Big Idea that so focused the individual rays of our nation against German imperialism was nothing more or less than _the idea of the oneness of all humanity._ It may be lost in a scramble for the spoils of victory, it is true, but it was the Big Idea that won the victory just the same.”

John Ward was on his feet now, pacing back and forth. His face was flushed and eager, his eyes were glowing, as he himself was possessed of the Big Idea which he strove to put into words.

And Captain Charlie's pipe was forgotten as he watched his friend and listened. This John Ward was a John Ward that few people in Millsburgh knew. But Captain Charlie knew him. Captain Charlie had seen him tested in all the ways that war tests men. In cold and hunger and the unspeakable discomforts of mud and filth and vermin--in the waiting darkness when an impatient whisper or a careless move to ease overstrained nerves meant a deluge of fire and death--in the wild frenzy of actual conflict--in the madness of victory--in the delirium of defeat--in the dreary marking time--in the tense readiness for the charge--in those many moments when death was near enough to strip the outward husks from these two men and leave their naked souls face to face--Captain Charlie had learned to know John Ward.

”Do you remember what the Interpreter said to us the first time we went to see him after we got home?” demanded John.

Charlie nodded. ”He said for us not to make the mistake of thinking that the war was over just because the Armistice was signed and we were at home in Millsburgh again. I'm afraid a good many people, though, are making just that mistake.”

”I didn't understand what our old friend meant then, Charlie,”

continued John, ”but I know now. He meant that the same old fight between the spirit of imperialism that seeks the selfish dominion of an individual or cla.s.s and the spirit of democracy that upholds the oneness of all for all, is still on, right here at home. The President said that the war was to make the world safe for democracy, and there are some wild enthusiasts who say that we Americans won it.”

”That 'we won the war' stuff is all bunk,” interrupted Charlie, in a tone of disgust.

”'Bunk' is right,” agreed John. ”The old A.E.F. did have a hand, though, in putting a crimp in the Kaiser's little plan for acquiring t.i.tle to the whole human race for himself and family. But if the American people don't wake up to the fact that the same identical principles of human right and human liberty that sent us to France are involved in our industrial controversies here at home, we might as well have saved ourselves the trouble of going over there at all.”

”That is all true enough,” agreed Captain Charlie, ”but what is going to wake us up? What is going to send us as a nation against the Kaiser Bills of capital and the Kaiser Bills of labor, or, if you like it better, the imperialistic employers and the equally imperialistic employees?”