"Oh, you dry up, Susan," Billy said laughing. "I don"t care," he added contentedly. "I like to be at the bottom of things, shoving up. And my Lord, if we only pull this thing off---!"
"It"s not my preconceived idea of a strike," Susan said, after a moment"s silence. "I thought one had to throw coal, and run around the streets with a shawl over one"s head---"
"In the east, where the labor is foreign, that"s about it," he said, "but here we have American-born laborers, asking for their rights. And I believe it"s all coming!"
"But with ignorance and inefficiency on one hand, and graft and cruelty on the other, and drink and human nature and poverty adding their complications, it seems rather a big job!" Susan said. "Now, look at these small kids out of bed at this hour of night, Bill! And what are they eating?--Boiled crabs! And notice the white stockings--I never had a pair in my life, yet every kidlet on the block is wearing them. And look upstairs there, with a bed still airing!"
"The wonder is that it"s airing at all," Billy said absently. "Is that the boys coming back?" he asked sharply.
"Now, Bill, why do you worry---?" But Susan knew it was useless to scold him. They went quietly back, and sat on Mrs. Cudahy"s steps, and waited for news. All Ironworks Row waited. Down the street Susan could see silent groups on nearly every door-step. It grew very dark; there was no moon, but the sky was thickly strewn with stars.
It was after ten o"clock when the committee came back. Susan knew, the moment that she saw the three, moving all close together, silently and slowly, that they brought no good news.
As a matter of fact, they brought almost no news at all. They went into Clem Cudahy"s dining-room, and as many men and women as could crowded in after them. Billy sat at the head of the table.
Carpenter, the "old man" himself, had stuck to his guns, Clem Cudahy said. He was the obstinate one; the younger men would have conceded something, if not everything, long ago. But the old man had said that he would not be dictated to by any man alive, and if the men wanted to listen to an ignorant young enthusiast---
"Three cheers for Mr. Oliver!" said a strong young voice, at this point, and the cheers were given and echoed in the street, although Billy frowned, and said gruffly, "Oh, cut it out!"
It was a long evening. Susan began to think that they would talk forever. But, at about eleven o"clock, the men who had been streaming in and out of the house began to disperse, and she and Mrs. Cudahy went into the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee.
Susan, sitting at the foot of the table, poured it, and seasoned it carefully.
"You are going to be well cared for, Mr. Oliver," said Ernest Ra.s.sette, in his careful English.
"No such luck!" Billy said, smiling at Susan, as he emptied his cup at a draught. "Well! I don"t know that we do any good sitting here. Things seem to be at a deadlock."
"What do they concede, Bill?" Susan asked.
"Oh, practically everything but the recognition of the union. At least, Carpenter keeps saying that if this local agitation was once wiped out,--which is me!--then he"d talk. He doesn"t love me, Sue."
"d.a.m.n him!" said one of his listeners, a young man who sat with his head in his hands.
"It"s after twelve," Billy said, yawning. "Me to the hay! Goodnight, everyone; goodnight, Sue!"
"And annywan that cud get a man like that, and doesn"t," said Mrs.
Cudahy when he was gone, "must be lookin" for a saint right out av the lit"ny!"
"I never heard of any girl refusing Mr. Oliver," Susan said demurely.
She awoke puzzled, vaguely elated. Sunshine was streaming in at the window, an odor of coffee, of bacon, of toast, drifted up from below.
Susan had slept well. She performed the limited toilet necessitated by a basin and pitcher, a comb somewhat beyond its prime, and a mirror too full of sunlight to be flattering.
But it was evidently satisfactory, for Clem Cudahy told her, as she went smiling into the kitchen, that she looked like a streak of sunlight herself. Sunlight was needed; it was a worried and anxious day for them all.
Susan went with Lizzie to see the new Conover baby, and stopped on the way back to be introduced to Mrs. Jerry Nelson, who had been stretched on her bed for eight long years. Mrs. Nelson"s bright little room was easily accessible from the street; the alert little suffering woman was never long alone.
"I have to throw good soup out, the way it spoils on me," said Mrs.
Nelson"s daughter to Susan, "and there"s n.o.body round makes cake or custard but what Mama gets some!"
"I"m a great one for making friends," the invalid a.s.sured her happily.
"I don"t miss nothing!"
"And after all I don"t see why such a woman isn"t better off than Mary Lord," said Susan later to Billy, "so much nearer the center of things!
Of course," she told him that afternoon, "I ought to go home today. But I"m too interested. I simply can"t! What happens next?"
"Oh, waiting," he said wearily. "We have a ma.s.s meeting this afternoon.
But there"s nothing to do but wait!"
Waiting was indeed the order of the day. The whole colony waited. It grew hotter and hotter; flies buzzed in and out of the open doorways, children fretted and shouted in the shade. Susan had seen no drinking the night before; but now she saw more than one tragedy. The meeting at three o"clock ended in a more grim determination than ever; the men began to seem ugly. Sunset brought a hundred odors of food, and unbearable heat.
"I"ve got to walk some of this off," said Billy, restlessly, just before dark. "Come on up and see the cabbage gardens!"
Susan pinned on her wide hat, joined him in silence, and still in silence they threaded the path that led through various dooryards and across vacant lots, and took a rising road toward the hills.
The stillness and soft dusk were very pleasant to Susan; she could find a beauty in carrot-tops and beet greens, and grew quite rapturous over a cow.
"Doesn"t the darling look comfortable and countryish, Bill?"
Billy interrupted his musing to give her an absent smile. They sat down on a pile of lumber, and watched the summer moon rise gloriously over the hills.
"Doesn"t it seem FUNNY to you that we"re right in the middle of a strike, Bill?" Susan asked childishly.
"Funny--! Oh, Lord!"
"Well---" Susan laughed at herself, "I didn"t mean funny! But I"ll tell you what I"d do in your place," she added thoughtfully.
Billy glanced at her quickly.
"What YOU"D do?" he asked curiously.
"Certainly! I"ve been thinking it over, as a dispa.s.sionate outsider,"
Susan explained calmly.
"Well, go on," he said, grinning indulgently.
"Well, I will," Susan said, firing, "if you"ll treat me seriously, and not think that I say this merely because the Carrolls want you to go camping with us! I was just thinking---" Susan smiled bashfully, "I was wondering why you don"t go to Carpenter---"
"He won"t see me!"
"Well, you know what I mean!" she said impatiently. "Send your committee to him, and make him this proposition. Say that if he"ll recognize the union--that"s the most important thing, isn"t it?"
"That"s by far the most important! All the rest will follow if we get that. But he"s practically willing to grant all the rest, EXCEPT the union. That"s the whole point, Sue!"
"I know it is, but listen. Tell him that if he"ll consent to all the other conditions--why," Susan spread open her hands with a shrug, "you"ll get out! Bill, you know and I know that what he hates more than anything or anybody is Mr. William Oliver, and he"d agree to almost ANY terms for the sake of having you eliminated from his future consideration!"
"I--get out?" Billy repeated dazedly. "Why, I AM the union!"
"Oh, no you"re not, Bill. Surely the principles involved are larger than any one man!" Susan said pleasantly.