I knew that he felt as I did about the strikers: that he was their friend.

Did you see--do you know anything that makes you think he had been trying to do that ?" "I am sorry," March began, "I didn't see him at all till--till I saw him lying dead." "My husband was there purely by accident," Mrs.March put in.

"I had begged and entreated him not to go near the striking anywhere.

And he had just got out of the car, and saw the policeman strike that wretched Lindau--he's been such an anxiety to me ever since we have had anything to do with him here; my husband knew him when he was a boy in the West.
Mr.March came home from it all perfectly prostrated; it made us all sick! Nothing so horrible ever came into our lives before.

I assure you it was the most shocking experience." Miss Vance listened to her with that look of patience which those who have seen much of the real suffering of the world--the daily portion of the poor--have for the nervous woes of comfortable people.