As an immediate result of the journalistic tocsin, the forebodings of Dr. Surtaine and his associates as to the effects of publicity bade fair to be justified.  Undeniably there was danger of the disease scattering, through the medium of runaways from the stricken houses.  But the “Clarion” had its retort pat for the tribe of “I-told-you-so,” admitting the prospect of some primary harm to save a great disaster later.  More than one hundred lives, it pointed out, giving names and dates, had already been sacrificed to the shibboleth of secrecy; the whole city had been imperiled; the disease had set up its foci of infection in a score of places, and there were some three hundred cases, in all, known or suspected.  One method only could cope with the situation:  the fullest public information followed by radical hygienic measures.

Of information there was no lack.  So tremendous a news feature could not be kept out of print by the other dailies, all of whom now admitted the presence of the pestilence, while insisting that its scope had been greatly exaggerated, and piously deprecating the “sensationalism” of their contemporary.  Thus the city administration was forced to action.  An appropriation was voted to the Health Bureau.  Dr. Merritt, seizing his opportunity, organized a quarantine army, established a detention camp and isolation hospital, and descended upon the tenement districts, as terrible (to the imagination of the frantic inhabitants) as a malevolent god.  The Emergency Health Committee, meantime, died and was forgotten overnight.

Something not unlike panic swept the Rookeries.  Wild rumors passed from mouth to mouth, growing as they went.  A military cordon, it was said, was to be cast about the whole ward and the people pent up inside to die.  Refugees were to be shot on sight.  The infected buildings were to be burned to the ground, and the tenants left homeless.  The water-supply was to be poisoned, to get rid of the exposed—­had already been poisoned, some said, and cited sudden mysterious deaths.  Such savage imaginings of suspicion as could spring only from the ignorant fears of a populace beset by a secret and deadly pest, roused the district to a rat-like defiance.  Such of the residents as were not home-bound by the authorities, growled in saloon back rooms and muttered in the streets.  Hatred of the “Clarion” was the burden of their bitterness.  Two of its reporters were mobbed in the hard-hit ward, the day after the publication of the first article.

Nor was the paper much better liked elsewhere.  It was held responsible for all the troubles.  Though the actuality of the quarantine fell far short of the expectant fears, still there was a mighty turmoil.  Families were separated, fugitives were chased down and arrested, and close upon the heels of the primary harassment came the threat of economic complications, as factories and stores all over the city, for their own protection, dismissed employees known to live