he began to pour out his soul to her.

"What the world needs, Miss Wynrod, is not charity, not the kind of
altruism that polishes off effects, but a force that will remove and
eliminate causes. Money causes most of the evil in the world. Money can
cure it. But it won't do to fill stomachs or even heads. When they die
the job has to be done all over again. We've got to sweep the old world
off the boards, and build a new one in its place. And the new world must
be for _all_. The people must rule and be ruled. There are lots of
panaceas on the market. There's the single tax--giving the land back to
its owners--the people. That will help. But it's not enough. Then
there's Socialism. I worked for a Socialist paper, but I wasn't a
Socialist. Socialism isn't enough. It's too narrow, too material, too
bigoted. It isn't spiritual enough. It isn't elastic enough. We don't
want dogma, we want light. We don't want to stop exploitation. We want
to tell the people _how_ they're exploited. They'll stop it for
themselves, when they know--when they know their own power. They've got
to know what is going on in the world. Germs can't live in sunlight and
oxygen. And the germs that cause poverty and disease and misery of all
kinds can't live in the sunlight and the oxygen of publicity.
Publicity, publicity, what magic would it wreak!" There was almost
ecstasy in his voice, in the flicker of his eyes, fixed in space.

"But don't we have publicity--now?" she asked timidly, not wholly
grasping the significance of his talk.

"Of a sort, yes," he admitted, "but not the kind I mean. Most of the
avenues of publicity are the avenues for special pleaders. The owners of
newspapers and magazines have axes to grind, they have policies--some
good, some bad--always policies. They present what happens so as to
bolster up some preconceived theory. That's not truth--it's propaganda."

"Is the press all dishonest?" she asked in surprise, somewhat tinged
with irritation at what seemed like a crude generality.

"Not dishonest, no. The average newspaper would rather be honest than
not. And those who wouldn't, find that honesty pays better than
dishonesty. But they're honest about things that don't matter and silent
about those that do."

"For instance--"

"Well, you remember our first meeting--how I came to interview you about
the Algoma mine trouble?"

"I'm not likely to forget it," she said a little sadly.

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