Adelle winced at this shot, because it was only too evident to the servants and the men about the place that Archie drank too much at times. How could she complain of the workingman"s drinking and wasting his money, which was the next argument she remembered from her neighbors" repertory, when her own husband drank more than was good for him and many of the men they knew socially did the same?
"It"s no thanks to you rich people we get big pay either," the man continued. "You"d like mighty well to cut it down to nothing if you could get your work done."
That was perfectly true. All their crowd at Bellevue were perpetually complaining of the high wages they had to pay. They gave it as an excuse for all sorts of petty meanness. Adelle felt that Major Pound would have the suitable reply to the mason"s argument, but she could not remember it.
"Five dollars a day for a day"s hard work ain"t so much either, when you think how many days in the year there"s nothing doing for one reason or another. Last year I only had four months" work all told on account of the strikes."
"Yes," Adelle joined in eagerly, feeling that this ground was familiar and safe, "but the strikes were your own fault, weren"t they? You didn"t have to strike?"
For reply the mason looked wearily at her, and rising from his seat on the doorstep with a gesture remarked,--
"Well, I can"t stay here ga.s.sin" all night, lady. I must hike along soon to get the Frisco train.... What do you care about it anyway, whether the strikes are our fault or not? You"ve got plenty of the stuff, and we little folks ain"t got nothin" but what we earn, and that ought to satisfy you. We must work for you sometimes, and you don"t have to do a d.a.m.n thing for anybody no times. You"ve got the luck, and we ain"t! See?
And that"s about all there is to it."
Adelle felt that so far as her own case went, the man had come remarkably near the truth. The mason turned, with an afterthought.
"And I"m not whinin" "bout it neither, remember that! I can always earn enough to keep me goin" and get whiskey when I want it."
He said it with a touch of pride, his workman"s boast that he was beholden to no one for meat or drink. It was more than Archie could say now or at any time in his life.
"Are you married?" Adelle asked, feeling that if there was a woman in the situation another line of argument might be used.
"Married! h.e.l.l, no! What do I want of being married?"
Married men, Adelle had heard, were likely to be steadier workers than the unmarried. Also more what her cla.s.s called "moral."
"I should think you would want to have your own home and children in it," she ventured.
The mason gave her an ironical look full of meaning.
"That would sure be nice, if I could always give "em plenty to eat and education, the same as you can. But what can a man do with a wife when he"s here to-day and off to the other end of the land to-morrow lookin"
for a job? A steady job in one place where it"s fit for a woman to live ain"t to be found every day.... A workingman who marries, unless he"s got money in the bank and a sure payin" job that"ll last, is a fool or worse. What good is it to bring children into the world to be like him or maybe worse?"
Adelle had no reply to this blunt logic. Marriage, he seemed to think, was one of the privileges of the rich cla.s.s, which she was sure ought not to be so.
"The trouble with the workingman, ma"am, is that he has done that too long,--got families that had to live the best they could, any old way, and take any old job they could get. That"s what"s made it easy goin"
for you! But the workingman is learnin" a thing or two. Men like me won"t get married, nor have children to slave for the rich."
"What do the girls do?" Adelle asked, thinking of her own fate if she had been left in the Church Street rooming-house.
The mason shrugged his shoulders and came out with another brutality.
"Some of "em go into the houses for your men to use--there"s always that for "em," he added, with a disagreeable laugh. "No, ma"am, I tell you until things are made more right in this world, it"s better for a poor man to get along the best he can without draggin" a woman after him and a lot of helpless children."
"I didn"t know it was as bad as that," Adelle remarked helplessly.
"I guess, ma"am, there are a good many things about life you don"t know."
"That"s so," Adelle admitted honestly.
"But I know!" the mason exclaimed with rising excitement. "I"ve seen it over and over, everywhere. I"ve seen it in my own family," he said in a burst of bitter confidence. "There were eight of us and we were only middling poor until father died. The old man was a carpenter, up north in Sacramento County. He had a small place outside of town and we raised some stuff. But he got sick and died, when he weren"t forty, and mother had the whole eight of us on her hands. I was just twelve and my oldest brother fifteen,--he was the only one could earn a dollar. We got on somehow, those that lived. Two of my sisters are married to farmers and there"s another--well, she"s the other thing." He stopped to look belligerently at Adelle as if she had somehow to do with it. "She was married to a workingman, good enough, I guess, but he got out of work and heard of something up north and never came back.... We boys scattered around where we could get work. Two of us is married and got families. Guess they wish often enough they hadn"t, too!"
Adelle was absorbed by the mason"s personal statement. She had forgotten by this time her first self-consciousness in talking to the discharged workman, and he, too, seemed less truculent, as if he enjoyed letting off steam and stating his point of view to his ex-employer.
"How old are you?" Adelle asked.
"Twenty-eight," the mason replied.
That was only a few years older than Adelle herself, but she recognized that the man"s experience of living had been far more than hers, also deeper, so that he was justified in having opinions on the serious things of life. Wealth, she might think, was not the only road to "a full life" so much talked of in her circle.
"Have you always been a stone mason?" she wanted to know.
"Pretty much ever since I could lift a stone. An old feller took me from mother to work for my keep when I was fourteen. He used to do some mason work, and he knew how to lay stone--none better! He learned his trade back East where he come from. He was one of the real forty-niners, and knew my grandfather"s folks--they all came to California the same time.... I"ve been all over this country, up and down the Coast, to Alasky and over in Nevada, at Carson City; drilling for oil, too, south.
Oh, I"ve seen things," he mused complacently, puffing at his pipe and scratching his bare arms that were as smooth and brown as fine bronze.
"And I tell you there ain"t much in it for the laboring-man, no matter what wages he gets, unless he"s got extry luck, which most of "em ain"t.
No wonder he goes after booze when he has the chance. What"s there in it for him anyhow?"
Adelle, who had not been educated to philanthropy and social service, did not attempt to answer this difficult question.
"Not that I booze often," the mason explained with pride. "I reckon not to make a hog of myself, but when you"ve been off on a job for months, working all day long six days in the week in the heat and dust, you acc.u.mulate a thirst and a devilment in you that needs letting out."
He grinned at Adelle as if he felt that she might be sympathetic with his simple point of view and added,--
"I guess that"s what made me sa.s.sy to you this morning!"
It was his sole apology. They both laughed, accepting it as such, and Adelle, to shift the topic, remarked,--
"You"ve got a nice place up here for your house."
The mason wrinkled his lips against the suggestion of sentiment.
"The shack"s all right--kind of fur to tote supplies over the hill. But I can"t stand those dagoes and their dirty ways. They have too many boarders where they live."
His American ancestry betrayed itself thus in his selection of an exclusive position for his bunk. The conversation seemed to have come to a natural conclusion, but Adelle did not start. At last she said what she had had in mind for some time,--
"You"d better stay here--come back to work Monday."
"I don"t know as I want to," the mason replied, with a touch of his former truculency. "I can get all the work I want most anywheres."
"I"ll speak to Mr. Ferguson about it," Adelle said. "Good-night!"
She could not do more, she thought, as she hurried along the path, although she was unreasonably anxious not to have the young stone mason leave, more anxious than she had been that morning to have him discharged for his insolence to her. When she was about to enter the wood, she turned and looked back at the shack. She hoped that he was not going to start on a spree. The mason, who had been sitting on the step where she had left him, rose as if he had come to a sudden resolution and marched into the shack. Adelle felt sure that he had made up his mind to go to San Francisco and get his "booze." She divined the craving in him for excitement, some relief from his toilsome hours under the hot sun. Possibly he had fought against this desire all the summer, restrained from breaking loose by a prudence which she had defeated by arbitrarily discharging him from his job and could not so easily restore with her change of whim. She did not feel any personal blame for his action, however, nor did she blame him for yielding to this gross temptation, as her more conservative neighbors might, although they sometimes yielded themselves both to drink and the stock market to stimulate their nerves. She merely hoped that he would think better of his purpose. For the man interested her, and before she dressed for dinner she sent a servant to the village with a note for the contractor, asking him to reengage the discharged stone mason and be sure that he came back to work on the Monday.
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