When he heard of his engagement to Lily Cardew
he warned Doyle about him.
"He's in this thing for what he can get out of it," he said. "He'll
go as far as he can, with safety, to be accepted by the Cardews."
"Exactly," was Doyle's dry comment, "with safety, you said. Well,
he knows you and he knows me, and he'll he straight because he's
afraid not to be."
"When there's a woman in it!" said the Pole, skeptically.
But Doyle only smiled. He had known many women and loved none of
them, and he was temperamentally unable to understand the type
of man who saw the world through a woman's eyes and in them.
So Woslosky was compelled to watch the growth of Willy Cameron's
organization, and to hold in check the violent passions he had
himself roused, and to wait, gnawing his nails with inaction and
his heart with rage. But these certain things he discovered:
That the organization's growth was coincident with a new interest
in local politics, as though some vital force had wakened the
plain people to a sense of responsibility.
That a drug clerk named Cameron was the founder and moving spirit
of the league, and that he was, using Hendricks' candidacy as a
means, rousing the city to a burning patriotic activity that Mr.
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