NEAERA MAKES NEW ARRANGEMENTS
Neaera left the building in which were the _Liberty_ offices by an
entrance on a street other than that which she had seen threatened by
the constables, and hurriedly considered where she could find a certain
Masters to whom she had always determined to fly in case of defeat.
Masters was a man whose career had greatly contributed to the particular
phase of Collectivism which I found prevailing in the New England
States. Originally the state had undertaken to monopolize manufacture,
and for a long period--over a hundred years--had succeeded in giving
general satisfaction. During the first century of Collectivist existence
so much time was spent in transforming cities that there was no leisure
for individual enterprise; indeed, during this period the majority
worked as hard as they had ever worked under the competitive regime; for
although a half-day's labor only was exacted to earn a full share in the
national income, another half-day's labor was asked and freely given to
make those changes in the cities and towns which were obviously
necessary under the new regime. And a certain exchange of occupation had
taken place, masons and carpenters working all day at their respective
trades, while others worked all day at theirs, extra wages being paid
for extra work; these extra wages were applicable to the purchase of
luxuries, the most laborious and the most thrifty thus reaping the
reward of their labor and thrift. When, however, the cities, towns, and
villages had been so converted as to furnish practically equivalent
lodging to all, under conditions that were wholesome and with due regard
to the demand for the beautiful that, though expressed in my time only
by a few, is in fact latent in us all, there was no longer the same
imperious call for extra labor on the part of the state, and the leisure
enjoyed in consequence was soon employed in a manner not anticipated by
socialists of my day. And Masters had been the first to inaugurate the
new system. It happened in this way:
The state had exposed itself to much criticism as to many of the things
furnished by its factories, and when Masters was still a youth of
twenty-five years, the complaint on this subject became so wide-spread
that he set himself to correcting the evil. He was employed in a
wall-paper factory, and wall paper was just one of the articles that had
given rise to the greatest dissatisfaction; so one day when an artistic
friend was mocking at the work the state factory turned out, Masters
suggested that they should get a few others to join them in setting up a
factory of their own. The experiment was looked upon at first as a piece
of innocent child's play, but when some hundred young men and women
actually succeeded in producing a wall paper so preferable to that
manufactured by the state that theirs alone was purchased and the state
had to shut down some of the government mills, the question of the right
of individuals to compete with the state was brought up in the
legislature, and the issue became sufficiently serious to drive Masters
into politics for the purpose of defending what came to be known as
"Liberty of Industry."
The principal argument made against this so-called liberty of industry
was that Masters and his fellow-workers were becoming rich. The money
that formerly was paid to the state factory was now paid to them, and
thus the accumulation of wealth became possible which it was the
principal object of Collectivism to prevent. In vain Masters argued
that they applied their leisure to the manufacture of wall paper not in
order to become rich, but in order to have paper that suited their
taste; that the real value of Collectivism was to provide all men with
the necessaries of life so as not to subject poor men to a few rich;
that so long as the state provided necessaries against a stipulated
amount of labor it was quite immaterial whether a few chose by voluntary
labor to provide an article that was needed and incidentally increase
their own wealth; and that such voluntary labor benefited all. The cry
against accumulation was too powerful to be silenced, and Masters felt
some concession must be made to it; so he consented to a proposition
that all state money should have purchasing power only during a period
of two years; under this system hoarding or accumulation would be
prevented, because every two years the money so hoarded would become
valueless--all money being paper and bearing a date, gold being used
only by the state in foreign trade.
This compromise was adopted, and the effect of it was to give an immense
impulse to private industry. While the question was being discussed few
were willing to embark on an enterprise that might be declared illegal
and be appropriated by the state. As soon, however, as private
enterprise was indirectly sanctioned by the passage of this law it
became clear that any individual might devote his leisure to the
production of anything not satisfactorily produced by the state, and the
result of this new departure was considerable, for it not only greatly
increased the total wealth of the community but it stimulated the state
to maintain and improve standards of manufacture, contributing all that
is good in competition without tolerating those features of oppression
and pauperism which had made competition so evil in our day.
And Masters became a great man in the community; for not only was he
regarded as the author of private enterprise, but possessing the powers
of organization and the judgment in selecting his fellow-workers
essential to success, he soon became the head of numerous enterprises;
and although he was unable at first to accumulate wealth in the shape of
money, he did accumulate it in the shape of products of manufacture.
Moreover, the fact that he could not accumulate it in the shape of money
and that there was a limit to his power to accumulate it in the shape of
products of manufacture, drove him to distribute his earnings among his
neighbors with a prodigality so lavish that, possessing a naturally
generous heart and an attractive manner, he became a man of
enormous--some men said undue--influence in the state. Recently, too,
owing to the establishment of a banking system, accumulation in private
money became possible.
Masters had never married. His interests were so various and engrossing
that he had not felt the need of a wife. Nor was he ever at a loss for a
companion; the bath was his club; and a short evening--for he was an
early riser--was comfortably spent in the society of those with whom he
dined at the common table. But he was by no means insensible to feminine
charm, and Neaera had not ineffectually aired her graces for his
benefit.
Neaera had often decided that Masters was the best match in the country
and had schemed to secure him; but she was aware of his sagacity and had
so far refrained from any overture that might alienate him. She had,
however, never failed to improve an opportunity for displaying her
attractions in his presence, taking care to keep religiously away from
him at such times lest he should guess the plot that lay at the bottom
of all her performances. On more serious occasions she had had long and
confidential conversations with him, chiefly on political subjects; she
had indeed been one of his political lieutenants, but when engaged in
politics she had studiously avoided the slightest symptoms of coquetry.
Masters, on the contrary, had often allowed her to feel that he would
gladly have made their relations more intimate. She had seen the big
fish rise--a little lazily, it is true--at her cast; she had felt that
upon a sufficiently dramatic occasion she could land him; and now it
satisfied her sense of antithesis that so signal a defeat as that of her
party that day might be converted by her skill into an individual
victory.
It was about four in the afternoon--the hour when Masters should be
leaving his office for his apartment. If she walked in the direction of
the latter he would possibly overtake her; she did not wish to go to
him; she preferred to meet him accidentally; it would not do for him to
imagine she had counted on him. She walked, therefore, slowly and with a
pretty air of concern along the street he usually took, wondering
whether she would be favored by fortune before the arrest which she knew
was being prepared for her. She felt that the events of the day would be
likely to change the daily routine, even of so methodical a man as
Masters, and was beginning to fear she would have to take refuge in his
apartment, when she heard a step overtaking her, and to her great relief
his big voice said:
"Why, Neaera, what are you doing here? I thought you were in the thick
of it?"
Neaera looked up shyly and then down again.
"I am afraid all is over," she said very low.
"And where are you going?"
"I don't know."
"Is there any fear of arrest?"
Neaera brewed up a tear and cast an appealing glance at him. She was one
of those fortunate and dangerous women who could summon a tear to her
eye without at the same time bringing blood to her nose and eyelids.
"You must step into my apartment until we can take precautions," he
said.
"I'm afraid I'll compromise you."
"Compromise _me_!" exclaimed Masters, "never in the world! And as for
_you_, I'll send for your mother."
"Will you, indeed?" said Neaera, edging a little closer to him; but she
did not mean that he should do this.
They were at his door then; and touching her lightly on the elbow he
guided her past the porter's lodge, up the staircase and into his
rooms.
Masters bade her sit down and tell him how matters stood. Neaera took
care that her version of the story should, by keeping herself in the
shade, throw the whole responsibility on Chairo and Balbus. Masters,
however, plied her with questions which she parried with skill. At last
Masters exclaimed:
"But you are blameless in the matter; they cannot mean to arrest you;
and if they do, you will be immediately released."
"I am afraid," answered Neaera, "you are inclined to believe others as
frank and generous as yourself."
"I don't understand," said Masters, a little uncomfortable under the
flattery implied in Neaera's words--for he liked neither flattery nor
those who used it.
"I have not lived very long," said she, "but I have lived long enough to
know that failure brings discord between the best of friends. I have
believed that we could effect our reforms best through constitutional
measures; and the very fact that I have been right will unite them all
against me now. Of course I have done a great deal of the
writing--generally at the dictation of others"; Neaera, as she said
this, congratulated herself on having utilized the absence of all from
the offices except herself in destroying every shred of paper that could
compromise her, and even fabricating some that would exonerate her. She
paused a little, and then went on: "I don't even know who has survived
the disaster; some of them I could trust to the end; but others are
capable of any treachery. And then mamma"--Neaera's chin twitched a
little--"mamma does not know how far I am involved in the matter--and
she is so alone----"
And here Neaera's grief became uncontrollable; she jumped up from her
chair and burst into a flood of tears. As she stood there, her face in
her hands and her soft and rounded figure convulsed by sobs, compassion
filled the heart of Masters; all his nascent fondness for her suddenly
burst into a flame; he went to her, took her by the shoulders, and said:
"Don't cry, Neaera; I am very fond of you; it hurts me to see you cry;
tell me about it; let me help you; I can help you and I will--if you
will let me."
As he ejaculated these sentences he gently pressed her shoulders to give
emphasis to them; and Neaera yielded to his pressure, so that at the end
she was very close to him and her bowed head rested against his breast.
When Masters felt the pressure of her head against him, a rush of love
for her passed beyond his control. Looking down at her he observed the
delicate whorl of a small ear like a pink shell and a soft neck so
inviting that, bending his own head, he pressed his lips against it.
Neaera burst away from him and threw herself upon a chair.
"Masters, Masters," she said reproachfully, "you should not have done
that!"
He had often heard stories of Neaera to her disadvantage and at that
culminating moment her reproach became a conviction in him that those
stories were false. She was looking at him now with tearful eyes wide
open; Masters felt contrite; he had taken advantage of her at a time
when she was at his mercy; of a woman, too, whose talents and
conspicuousness had made of her a mark for envy and malice; she was down
now; anyone could hurl a stone at her; she had thrown herself upon his
generosity, and he had responded by insulting her. There was only one
reparation he could make, and that reparation his heart was already
urging him to make.
He threw himself on one knee by the side of Neaera as she sat, put both
his arms on her lap, and looking straight into her reproachful eyes,
said:
"Only one thing could have justified it; I love you, Neaera; have indeed
loved you long----"
Neaera bowed her head and said nothing.
There was a long pause. But Neaera allowed him to remain there, very
close to her, with his arms upon her lap. Then Masters moved his head
slowly nearer to her until it rested on her bosom. And Neaera folded her
soft round arms about his neck.