“Listen!” he went on.  “It only needs enough Faith.  This accursed Competitivism of ours has no friends but those who fear personal loss by a change of system.  Not one.  It has hirelings, Pretorian guards, Varangians, but not a devoted people.  Its crimes are so great that he is a self-condemned villain who knowing them dreams of justifying them.  There is not one man who would mourn it for itself if it fell to-morrow.  A dozen times this century it has been on the verge of destruction, and what has saved it every time is simply that those who assailed it had not a supreme ideal common among them as to how they should re-build.  It is exactly the same with political action as with revolutionary movements.  It will fail till men have faith.”

“How can they get it?” asked Ned, for Geisner had ceased speaking and mused with a far-off expression on his face.

“If we ourselves have it, sooner or later we shall give it to others.  Hearts that this world has wounded are longing for the ideal we bring; artist-souls that suffering has purified and edged are working for the Cause in every land; weak though we are we have a love for the Beautiful in us, a sense that revolts against the unloveliness of life as we have it, a conception of what might be if things were only right.  In every class the ground is being turned by the ploughshare of Discontent; everywhere we can sow the seed broadcast with both hands.  And if only one seed in a thousand springs up and boars, it is worth it.”

“But how can one do it best?”

“By doing always the work that comes to one’s hand.  Just now, you can go back to your union and knowing what the real end is, can work for organisation as you never did before.  You can help throw men together, tie the bushmen to the coastmen, break down narrow distinctions of calling and make them all understand that all who work are brothers whether they work by hand or brain.  That is the New Unionism and it is a step forward.  It is drill, organisation, drill, and we, need it.  Men must learn to move together, to discuss and to decide together.  You can teach them what political action will do when they know enough.  And all the time you can drive and hammer into them the socialistic ideas.  Tell them always, without mincing matters, that they are robbed as they would probably rob others if they had a chance, and that there never can be happiness until men live like mates and pay nothing to any man for leave to work.  Tell them what life might be if men would only love one another and teach them to hate the system and not individual men in it.  Some day you will find other work opening out.  Always do that which comes to your hand.”

“You think things will last a long time?” asked Ned, reverting to one of Geisner’s previous remarks.

“Who can tell?  While Belshazzar feasted the Medes were inside the gate.  Civilisation is destroying itself.  The socialistic idea is the only thing that can save it.  I look upon the future as a mere race between the spread of Socialism as a religion and the spread of that unconditional Discontent which will take revenge for all its wrongs by destroying civilisation utterly, and with it much, probably most, that we have won so slowly and painfully, of Art and Science.”