"Like him! Like him! Do you know what he calls your mission over on the South Side--sacrilegious rascal. He calls it the Holy Coal Bin. Nice way to talk about a man who saved a neighborhood from freezing to death because he's too blamed obstinate and narrow to listen to the leaders of his own workingmen. 'Runs his business to suit himself!' Think of that in this day! Those men and women would have died of cold if you hadn't turned your club basement into coal bins. And now he laughs at you." "Do you know who paid for that coal; most of it at least?" asked Ingraham. "You did, confound you. Of course you did. Everybody knows that." "No, three quarters of it Jake paid for, on condition I wouldn't tell the men. Couldn't see them suffer. Jake has possibilities. And then there is Jack. You know how he loves that boy. You know how fine and able Jack is. He has already swung the old man into modernizing the 'Emma.' If we will stand by him, I believe in time he will have reformed his father. Give him a chance at least. If you don't do that, I am certain that eventually you will drive Jack himself away from you, and we must not lose Jack. Moreover, you have got to remember that Jake and Reuben made this town." "Nothing to recommend them in that," Ralph growled. "They own it from the ground to the electric wires; and they use it twenty-four hours out of the day--and then some." "Listen, Ralph. It was Jake Mulligan who opened the coal mines, and for years almost starved while he brought them to a paying point. It was Reuben Cowder that brought in the railroad to carry out the coal. This town never would have had the railroad if it had not been for Cowder. You know perfectly well how little help either man has had from the old timers. Everything that is modern here has come through those two men. Moreover, they love Sabinsport. Did you ever hear of Jake's celebration when the water works were finished in the '90's? He is never done talking about the water works. His wife used to say he celebrated them every time he turned a tap--water for turning a tap to a man who had carried every gallon in buckets from a spring by the barn for years and years! Pure water to a man who had seen a town he loved swept by typhoid! You ought to realize what it took for him to bring that about; you who are trying to do things here now. He could not budge the town. He and Reuben practically put up the money for the water. They had learned by the epidemic what bad water meant. They argued that towns subject to typhoid would finally be shunned, and they put through the waterworks with nine-tenths of the respectable men and women against them. Afraid of taxes! The town argued that it would not happen again, and that anyway it was the will of the Lord! Of course they bought votes to put it through, and of course they own the franchise, and of course they have made money. I don't defend their methods, but I can't help feeling that Sabinsport owes them something.