"h.e.l.lo, Dan, h.e.l.lo, Gene; how are ye, Jim?" said she, and one young giant, shouldering his scowling way home, she stopped with a fat imperative hand. "How"s it going, Jarge?"
"It"s going rotten," said George, sullenly evading her eyes.
"Well,--don"t run by me that way--stand still!" said the old woman.
"What d"ye mean by rotten?"
"Aw, I mean rotten!" said George ungraciously. "D"ye know what the old man is going to do now? He says that he"ll give Billy just two or three days more to settle this d.a.m.n thing, and then he"ll wire east and get a carload of men right straight through from Philadelphia. He said so to young Newman, and Frank Harris was in the room, and heard him. He says they"re picked out, and all ready to come!"
"And what does Mr. Oliver say?" asked Mrs. Cudahy, whose face had grown dark.
"I don"t know! I went up to the Hall, but at the first word he says, "For G.o.d"s sake, George--None of that here! They"ll mob the old man if they hear it!" They was all crowding about him, so I quit."
"Well," said Mrs. Cudahy, considering, "there"s to be a conference at six-thirty, but befoor that, Mr. Oliver and Clem and Ra.s.sette and Weidermeyer are going to meet t"gether in Mr. Oliver"s room at Ra.s.sette"s house. Ye c"n see them there."
"Well, maybe I will," said George, softening, as he left them.
"What"s the conference about?" asked Susan pleasantly.
"What"s the--don"t tell me ye don"t know THAT!" Mrs. Cudahy said, eying her shrewdly.
"I knew there was a strike---" Susan began ashamedly.
"Sure, there"s a strike," Mrs. Cudahy agreed, with quiet grimness, and under her breath she added heavily, "Sure there is!"
"And are Mr. Oliver"s--are the men out?" Susan asked.
"There"s nine hundred men out," Mrs. Cudahy told her, coldly.
"Nine hundred!" Susan stopped short. "But Billy"s not responsible for all that!" she added, presently.
"I don"t know who is, then," Mrs. Cudahy admitted grimly.
"But--but he never had more than thirty or forty men under him in his life!" Susan said eagerly.
"Oh? Well, maybe he doesn"t know anything about it, thin!" Mrs. Cudahy agreed with magnificent contempt.
But her scorn was wasted upon another Irishwoman. Susan stared at her for a moment, then the dimples came into view, and she burst into her infectious laughter.
"Aren"t you ashamed to be so mean!" laughed Susan. "Won"t you tell me about it?"
Mrs. Cudahy laughed too, a little out of countenance.
"I mis...o...b.. me you"re a very bad lot!" said she, in high good humor, "but "tis no joke for the boys," she went on, sobering quickly. "They wint on strike a week ago. Mr. Oliver presided at a meeting two weeks come Friday night, and the next day the boys went out!"
"What for?" asked Susan.
"For pay, and for hours," the older woman said. "They want regular pay for overtime, wanst-and-a-half regular rates. And they want the Chinymen to go,--sure, they come in on every steamer," said Mrs. Cudahy indignantly, "and they"ll work twelve hours for two bits! Bether hours," she went on, checking off the requirements on fat, square fingers, "overtime pay, no Chinymen, and--and--oh, yes, a risin" scale of wages, if you know what that is? And last, they want the union recognized!"
"Well, that"s not much!" Susan said generously. "Will they get it?"
"The old man is taking his time," Mrs. Cudahy"s lips shut in a worried line. "There"s no reason they shouldn"t," she resumed presently, "We"re the only open shop in this part of the world, now. The big works has acknowledged the union, and there"s no reason why this wan shouldn"t!"
"And Billy, is he the one they talk to, the Carpenters I mean--the authorities?" asked Susan.
"They wouldn"t touch Mr. William Oliver wid a ten-foot pole," said Mrs.
Cudahy proudly. "Not they! Half this fuss is because they want to get rid of him--they want him out of the way, d"ye see? No, he talks to the committee, and thin they meet with the committee. My husband"s on it, and Lizzie"s Joe goes along to report what they do."
"But Billy has a little preliminary conference in his room first?"
Susan asked.
"He does," the other a.s.sented, with a chuckle. "He"ll tell thim what to say! He"s as smart as old Carpenter himself!" said Mrs. Cudahy, "he"s prisidint of the local; Clem says he"d ought to be King!" And Susan was amazed to notice that the strong old mouth was trembling with emotion, and the fine old eyes dimmed with tears. "The crowd av thim wud lay down their lives for him, so they would!" said Mrs. Cudahy.
"And--and is there much suffering yet?" Susan asked a little timidly.
This cheery, sun-bathed scene was not quite her idea of a labor strike.
"Well, some"s always in debt and trouble annyway," Mrs. Cudahy said, temperately, "and of course "tis the worse for thim now!"
She led Susan across an unpaved, deeply rutted street, and opened a stairway door, next to a saloon entrance.
Susan was glad to have company on the bare and gloomy stairs they mounted. Mrs. Cudahy opened a double-door at the top, and they looked into the large smoke-filled room that was the "Hall."
It was a desolate and uninviting room, with spirals of dirty, colored tissue-paper wound about the gas-fixtures, sunshine streaming through the dirty, specked windows, chairs piled on chairs against the long walls, and cuspidors set at regular intervals along the floor. There was a shabby table set at a platform at one end.
About this table was a group of men, talking eagerly and noisily to Billy Oliver, who stood at the table looking abstractedly at various letters and papers.
At the entrance of the women, the talk died away. Mrs. Cudahy was greeted with somewhat sheepish warmth; the vision of an extremely pretty girl in Mrs. Cudahy"s care seemed to affect these vociferous laborers profoundly. They began confused farewells, and melted away.
"All right, old man, so long!" "I"ll see you later, Oliver," "That was about all, Billy, I must be getting along," "Good-night, Billy, you know where I am if you want me!" "I"ll see you later,--good-night, sir!"
"h.e.l.lo, Mrs. Cudahy--h.e.l.lo, Susan!" said Billy, discovering them with the obvious pleasure a man feels when unexpectedly confronted by his womenkind. "I think you were a peach to do that, Sue!" he said gratefully, when the special delivery letter had been read. "Now I can get right at it, to-morrow!--Say, wait a minute, Clem---"
He caught by the arm an old man,--larger, more grizzled, even more blue of eye than was Susan"s new friend, his wife,--and presented her to Mr.
Cudahy.
"---My adopted sister, Clem! Sue, he"s about as good as they come!"
"Sister, is it?" asked Mrs. Cudahy, "Whin I last heard it was cousin!
What do you know about that, Clem?"
"Well, that gives you a choice!" said Susan, laughing.
"Then I"ll take the Irishman"s choice, and have something different entirely!" the old woman said, in great good spirits, as they all went down the stairs.
"I"ll take me own gir"rl home, and give you two a chanst," said Clem, in the street. "That"ll suit you, Wil"lum, I dunno?"
"You didn"t ask if it would suit ME," sparkled Susan Brown.
"Well, that"s so!" he said delightedly, stopping short to scratch his head, and giving her a rueful smile. "Sure, I"m that popular that there never was a divvle like me at all!"