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Chapter 12

RENCH. He mayn"t never come back.

DR. JONATHAN. Give him the opportunity.

RENCH. I like George,--he"s always been friendly--what we call a common man up here in New England--naturally democratic. But at bottom employers is all alike. What makes you think he won"t take his ideas about labour from the old man?

DR. JONATHAN. Because he belongs to the generation that fights this war.

HILLMAN (shuffling). It ain"t no use, doctor. Unless you can bring Mr.

Pindar "round, the shops"ll close down.

DR. JONATHAN. I can"t, but something else can.

HILLMAN. What?

DR. JONATHAN. Circ.u.mstances. No man can swim up stream very long in these days, Hillman. Wait a while, and see.

RENCH (rising). We"ve voted to put this strike through, and by G.o.d, we"ll do it.

FERSEN (rising and shaking hands with DR. JONATHAN). It"s fine weather, doctor.

RENCH (bursting into a laugh). He"s like the man who said, when Congress declared war, "It"s a fine day for it!" It"s a fine day for a strike!

HILLMAN (who has risen, shaking hands with DR. JONATHAN). But you"ll talk to Mr. Pindar, anyway?

DR. JONATHAN (smiling). Yes, I"ll talk with him.

(Enter TIMOTHY FARRELL, right, in working clothes.)

TIMOTHY. Good morning, doctor. (Surveying the committee.) So it"s here ye are, after voting to walk out of the shops just when we"re beginning to turn out the machines for the soldiers!

RENCH. If we"d done right we"d have called the strike a year ago.

TIMOTHY. Fine patriots ye are--as I"m sure the doctor is after telling you--to let the boys that"s gone over there be murdered because ye must have your union!

HILLMAN. If Mr. Pindar recognizes the union, Timothy, we"ll go to work tomorrow.

TIMOTHY. He recognize the union! He"ll recognize the devil first! Even Dr. Jonathan, with all the persuasion he has, couldn"t get Mr. Pindar to recognize the union. He"ll close down the shops, and it"s hunting a job I"ll be, and I here going on thirty years.

RENCH. If he closes the shops--what then? The blood of the soldiers"ll be on his head, not ours. If there were fewer scabs in the country--

HILLMAN. Hold on, Sam.

TIMOTHY. A scab, is it? If I was the government do you know what I"d do with the likes of you--striking in war time? I"d send ye over there to fight the Huns with your bare fists. I"m a workman meself, but I don"t hold with traitors.

RENCH. Who"s a traitor? It"s you who are a traitor to your cla.s.s. If a union card makes a man a traitor, your own son had one in his pocket the day he enlisted.

TIMOTHY. A traitor, and he fighting for his country, while you"d be skulking here to make trouble for it!

(MINNIE appears on the threshold of the door, right. DR. JONATHAN, who is the first to perceive from her expression that there is something wrong, takes a step toward her. After a moment"s silence she comes up to TIMOTHY and lays a hand on his arm.)

TIMOTHY (bewildered). What is it, Minnie?

MINNIE. Come home, father.

TIMOTHY. What is it? It"s not a message ye have--it"s not a message about Bert?

(MINNIE continues to gaze at him.)

The one I"d be looking for these many days! (He seizes her.) Can"t ye speak, girl? Is the boy dead?

MINNIE. Yes, father.

TIMOTHY (puts his hand to his forehead and lets fall his hat. DR.

JONATHAN picks it up). Me boy! The dirty devils have killed him!

MINNIE. Come, father, we"ll go home.

TIMOTHY. Home, is it? It"s back to the shops I"m going. (To the committee) d.a.m.n ye--we"ll run the shops in spite of ye! Where"s me hat?

(DR. JONATHAN hands it to him as the committee file out in silence.)

Come with me as far as the shops, Minnie. Thank you, doctor--(as DR.

JONATHAN gives him the hat)--it"s you I"ll be wanting to see when I get me mind again.

(DR. JONATHAN goes with TIMOTHY and MINNIE as far as the door, right, and then comes back thoughtfully to the bench, takes up a test tube and holds it to the light. Presently ASHER PINDAR appears in the doorway, right.)

ASHER. Good morning, Jonathan.

DR. JONATHAN. Good morning, Asher. I didn"t know you"d got back from Washington.

ASHER. I came in on the mail train.

DR. JONATHAN. Have you been to the office?

ASHER. No. I stopped at the house to speak to Augusta, and then--(he speaks a trifle apologetically)--well, I went for a little walk.

DR. JONATHAN. A walk.

ASHER. I"ve been turning something over in my mind. And the country looked so fine and fresh I crossed the covered bridge to the other side of the river. When George was a child I used to go over there with him on summer afternoons. He was such a companionable little shaver--he"d drop his toys when he"d see me coming home from the office. I can see him now, running along that road over there, stopping to pick funny little bouquets--the kind a child makes, you know--ox-eyed daisies and red clover and b.u.t.tercups all mixed up together, and he"d carry them home and put them in a gla.s.s on the desk in my study.

(A pause.)

It seems like yesterday! It"s hard to realize that he"s a grown man, fighting over there in the trenches, and that any moment I may get a telegram, or be called to the telephone--Have you seen today"s paper?

DR. JONATHAN. No.

ASHER. It looks like more bad news,--the Germans have started another one of those offensives. I was afraid they were getting ready for it.

West of Verdun this time. And George may be in that sector, for all I know. How is this thing going to end, Jonathan? That d.a.m.ned military machine of theirs seems invincible--it keeps grinding on. Are we going to be able to stem the tide, or to help stem it with a lot of raw youths. They"ve only had a year"s training.

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