In face and physique the young man was plainly not of that herd near which he stood.
His glance crossed that of the man in the car; he met the scowl with his smile.
Like a kiln open to the hot glare from a bra.s.sy sky or an oven where the July caloric blazed like a blast from the open mouth of a retort--such that day seemed Moosac Square in the heart of the cotton-mill city. High buildings closed in its treeless, ill-paved, dirty area. The air, made blistering by the torch of the sun, beat back and forth between the buildings in shimmering waves.
In the center of the square the blatant orator balanced himself on a stone trough which was arid and dust-choked. He harangued the group of unkempt men; sweating, blinking, apathetic men; slouchy men; men who were ticketed in attire and demeanor with all the squalid marks of idlers, vagrants, and the unemployed.
The man on the trough was of the ilk of the men who surrounded him. His face was flaming with the heat and with his vocal efforts. Perspiration streamed into his eyes, his voice was hoa.r.s.e with shouting, but he had the natural eloquence of the demagogue. He was delivering the creed of the propaganda of rebellious poverty, the complaints of the dissatisfied, the demands of the idle agitators. He spiked his diatribe with threats flavored by anarchy. He pointed to policemen who had taken refuge in strips of shade which had been cast grudgingly by the high buildings. He reminded his hearers that those policemen had just driven them out of the tree-shaded parks. There the selfish rich folks were loafing under the trees. Poor folks were herded down the street and were forced to hold this meeting in that Gehenna, so he averred.
The man in the automobile muttered impatient words. Then he shouted, breaking in on the impa.s.sioned anathema which the orator addressed to the rich: "Stop lying to these men--stirring them up. The parks are for the people. You can go there--all you men can go there--if you"ll go without making a disturbance."
"If men in these days open their mouths to speak for their human rights it"s a disturbance," retorted the demagogue. "If we go up to the park and sit there and tremble like rabbits you rich men will let us stay there--perhaps! But we don"t have as many rights there as the rabbits, for the rabbits are allowed to step on the gra.s.s."
"You"ve got to obey the law like other citizens--you will not be allowed to disturb decent and respectable people. You and men like you must stop putting foolish notions in the heads of loafers in this city."
"Then put something into our mouths--give us food. Why are we loafers?"
"Because you won"t go to work. I"ll give every able-bodied man here all the work he wants. Apply at the office of the Consolidated Water Company--now."
"What"s the work?" inquired a man in the crowd.
"Digging trenches for water-pipes. How many men want that work? Hold up hands."
"It ain"t work for human beings in this weather," snarled the man who had inquired. No hands were raised.
"That"s your style!" blazed the big man. The policemen had sauntered into the square and their presence was rea.s.suring. He stood up and began to lecture them.
"And them"s the kind of lord dukes that"s running this country to-day--own it and run it," growled a slouchy fellow who stood near the tall young man. "They ain"t willing to give a poor man a show."
"He has just offered you a show--all of you," stated the young man.
"Yes, a Guinea job for white men."
"You"re picking a poor excuse for being a loafer, my friend."
"Who says I"m a loafer?"
The young man shot out his hands and grasped the fellow"s elbow and hand. The arm was flabby, the palm was soft. He doubled back the fingers and exhibited the palm to the crowd.
"I don"t find any labor medals here, men. Is there anybody in the crowd who can show some?" He released the struggling, cursing captive.
"What"s labor medals?" inquired a bystander.
The big man was still denouncing them from his car, but the group paid little attention now.
"Callous spots in the place where a working-man ought to wear them. And that place isn"t on the tongue."
"Are you sneering at us because we can"t get a job?"
"You"re a loafer yourself, and anybody can see it," declared another.
The young man raised his arms, showing them his palms.
"I carry a few labor medals," he returned, curtly.
"Why ain"t you on your job? The lord dukes won"t give you one?"
"_When_ I work and _where_ I work is my own business, so long as I don"t beg food at back doors."
"Do _we_?"
They had crowded around him and menaced him with murmurings and glowering gaze.
"I should say so," he replied, giving them an indifferent going-over with his cold eyes. "You carry all the marks."
Then he shouldered his way out from among them, displaying the air of one who found further discourse unprofitable.
He strolled leisurely in the direction of the big man in the car. The crowd he had left stared after him without presuming to voice taunt or reply; there was something compelling about him.
As Farr approached the automobile its owner stopped talking and stared at the tall stranger with some apprehension. Then the big man beckoned un.o.btrusively to a policeman. It was evident that Farr was not of the same sort as the ruck of men from among whom he had just emerged, nevertheless he had come from among them. The lordly man in the car had observed him moving in the group, for Farr had loomed above the heads of the others; what he had been saying to the malcontents the big man had not been able to hear, but he guessed.
"Some sort of sneak has been stirring up the fools in this city lately,"
the aristocrat informed the officer who came promptly to the side of the car. "Who is this fellow coming?"
"I never saw him before, Colonel Dodd."
"Stand by! He is going to tackle me and make a grand-stand play in front of his gang. His clothes give him away--a loafing demagogue!"
But the tall man did not pause at the car or even glance at the dignitary who occupied it. He seemed to have lost all interest in the occasion. He yawned as he pa.s.sed the automobile and started away across the square.
"Here, you! You big chap!" called Colonel Dodd, promptly emboldened.
Farr halted and turned, his countenance showing mild inquiry.
"What do you mean by coming into a peaceable city and stirring up labor troubles?"
"Have I done so?"
"You have just been mixing and mingling with those men, talking to them.
I know your kind."
"Ah, a gentleman of keen discernment!"
"I have seen you before--you fellows with long-tailed coats and short-horned ideas. We don"t want your kind in this city!"
"I seem to have made a prompt sensation without trying to do so,"
returned Farr, meekly. "I have been in your city less than fifteen minutes, sir!"
"You"re a traveling labor-agitator, aren"t you?"