From the start it seemed plain that the State could not show who threw that fatal bomb, nor who made it, nor anything about it: the best the State could do would be to prove conspiracy. The only connection the lawyers could establish between those eight men and the mischief of that night was a lot of loose talk. His Honor made the law--afterward he boasted of it--as he went along. He showed us what sedition was, and that was all we needed to know. Then we could administer the lesson. Now that eighteen years have pa.s.sed, that looks to me like mighty dangerous law. Then I was quick enough to accept it.
When we filed into the court room the last morning to listen to the judge"s charge, the first face I saw was that of Hillary c.o.x. A big red scar, branching like a spider"s web, disfigured her right cheek. It drew my eyes right to her at once. All her color and the plump, pretty look of health had gone for good. She looked old and sour and excited. And I wished she hadn"t come there: it seemed as though she was waiting for her revenge for the loss of her youth and good looks. She was counting on me to give it to her! Ed sat beside her, holding her hand in a protecting way. He was an honest, right-feeling sort of fellow, and I guessed that her loss of good looks would make no difference in his marrying her.
Near the district attorney sat Mr. Dround. He listened to the judge"s charge very closely, nodding his head as his Honor made his points and rammed conviction into us....
"In behalf of society"--his phrase ran in my head all through the trial.
That was the point of it all--a struggle between sensible folks who went about their business and tried to get all there was in it--like myself--and some sc.u.m from Europe, who didn"t like the way things are handed out in this world. We must hang these rebels for an example to all men. To be sure, the police had killed a score or two of their kind--"rioters," they were called: now we would hang these eight in a proper, legal, and ordinary way. And then back to business! I suppose that the world seemed to me so good a place to hustle in that I couldn"t rightly appreciate the complaint of these rebels against society. And at any rate I was convinced that we sensible folks who had the upper hand could not tolerate any bomb foolishness. "In behalf of society"--yes, before we had left our seats in the court room my mind was made up: guilty or not, these men must suffer for their foolish opinions, which were dead against the majority.
Thus I performed my duty to society.
When our verdict was ready, and we came in to be discharged, I saw Hillary c.o.x again. As the foreman rose to give our verdict, her scarred face flushed with excitement, and an ugly scowl crept over her brow. I turned away. Queer thoughts came into my mind--for the bad air and the weeks of close confinement had made me nervous, I suppose.... Society! I seemed to see old Strauss with his puffy, ashen face, and his broad hands that hooked in the dollars, dirty or clean, and Vitzer, who kept our honorable council on his pay-roll for convenience, and the man who had been with Lou Pierson that night, and many others. Were they better men before the eyes of G.o.d these eight misguided fools whom we were about to punish? Who did the most harm to society, they or that pale-faced Fielden, who might have been a saint instead of an anarchist?...
The judge was still making remarks; the jury were listening restlessly; the prisoners at the bar seemed little interested in the occasion. I kept saying to myself: "Society! In behalf of society! I have done my duty in behalf of society." But what was this almighty society, anyhow, save a lot of fools and scamps with a sprinkling of strong souls, who were fighting for life--all of them fighting for what only a few could get? My eyes rested on Hostetter"s face in the crowd. His jaw was hanging open, and he was staring at the judge, trying to understand it all. Poor Ed! _He_ wouldn"t have much show in the scramble if society didn"t protect him. Suddenly a meaning to it all came to me like a great light. The strong must rule: the world was for the strong. It was the act of an idiot to deny that truth. Yes, life was for the strong, all there was in it! I saw it so then, and I have lived it so all my life....
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_My! I tell you I"ll be glad to get home to-night._"]
The man from Steele"s nudged my elbow:--
"My! I tell you I"ll be glad to get home to-night. Won"t the old woman"s food taste slick to-night? You bet."
"The jury is discharged."
The play was over. The spectators were moving from the crowded room. At the door my friends were waiting for me. Hillary c.o.x stretched up a thin hand.
"Thank you, Van," she said.
"You fellows did just right," Hostetter added.
Sloc.u.m said nothing, but there was a dubious smile on his lips.
"We"re going to blow you off for a dinner at the Palmer House, the best you ever ate," d.i.c.k Pierson called out loudly. Then he added for the benefit of the onlookers, "To h.e.l.l with the anarchists!"
"Quit that!" I said sharply, some of those queer doubts about the justice of the act I had been concerned in returning to me. "It"s over now, and let"s drop it."
It was good to be out on the streets once more, knocking elbows with folks, and my heart soon began to feel right. In the lobby of the hotel men I didn"t know, who recognized me as one of the famous jury, came up to me and shook hands and said pleasant things. Before the dinner was far along I was quite myself again, and when Sloc.u.m set up the champagne for the party, I had begun to feel rather proud of the part I had taken in public affairs. After all, it was a fine thing to live and hustle with your neighbors for the dollars. I had done my part to make the game go on smoothly. At the Yards, the next morning, it was the same thing: my desk was covered with flowers, and the boys kept me busy shaking hands and taking in the cigars until I thought I was at a church presentation party. Big John was one of the first to welcome me back.
"Say! do you want a vacation? The old man thinks a month or two would be the right thing. Enjoy yourself, my boy, after your arduous duty!"
"Shoo!" I replied. "What would I do with a month"s vacation, John? I"ve just pined to be back here at work. What do I want to light out for now?"
"Supposing some of "em should try to fix _you_?" he grinned.
"I guess we"ve fixed _them_ for good and all."
"Well, your nerve is all right."
So I sat down to my desk, quite the c.o.c.k of the walk, and felt so pleased with myself that you would think I had saved the whole town from being blown up. I was for society as it is, first, last, and all the time, and I felt good to be in it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Big John was one of the first to welcome me back._]
Once, some months later, I saw those eight men again, when they were brought into court to be sentenced. They all had a chance to speechify, and I listened to them for a time. I didn"t take much stock in Spies and Parsons--long-winded, talky, wild fellows. But the others, who weren"t as glib as those two, had a kind of simple sincerity about them. They had the courage to stand up there in the face of death and say what they believed. No one plead for mercy. I was sorry for them.
But, nevertheless, it was comfortable to be of the strong. The world is for the strong, I said to myself as I left the court, and I am one of them!
CHAPTER IX
ANOTHER BOOST
_I become of importance in Dround"s--Making money--The end of Ma Pierson"s--Rivals in sausage--I conclude to sell my business--Bluffing old Strauss--Carmichael regards me with respect_
After the trial came another boost at Dround"s. Thanks to the big Irishman, I had done pretty well before; but now there was some one at the top watching me. I was given a chance to see what I could do to make markets in the new Southwest, which was developing rapidly and in my opinion offered a weak house like ours a better opportunity than the older fields.
And my little venture with the brothers Schunemann was booming all the time. Ed and Sloco had looked out for my interests during the trial, and had kept my partners from robbing me. Pretty soon I was able to buy out their interest in the Aurora plant and get rid of them altogether, putting Ed in as my manager. The Schunemanns took to peddling our kosher meat in Chicago, and worked up a good trade. In my trips for Dround & Co. I was able to make a large business for the d.u.c.h.ess brand of sausage, which soon began to attract attention. One day Carmichael said to me:--
"So you"re a sausage maker, after all, Van?"
"Yes, and coining money, too," I replied. "Perhaps Mr. Dround would think differently now about the cat"s-meat business."
Carmichael grunted. I suspected that he might like to have me offer the firm a chance to come into my business, but I had no such idea. I saw a great future in sausage, and, after that, other things--down a long vista of golden years.
About this time Lou Pierson disappeared from the house and never came back. Sloc.u.m went East and did his best to find the girl. He may have been too proud to marry her sister, but he felt badly enough over Lou"s going that way. Later, when I saw the girl in New York, I concluded her return could do no good to any one, and said nothing. After Lou disappeared the old man began to drink pretty hard, and finally had to go to the hospital. The Van Buren Street house was a drearier place than ever, and Sloc.u.m and I decided to move and start housekeeping together.
Ma Pierson needed us no longer. The Hostetters were keeping house for the old lady; for Ed married Hillary shortly after the trial, and together they tried running the Enterprise. But they could not make it go, somehow; so later I made Ed my manager, as I have said. Some time after this, when the old lady Pierson got sick, Sloc.u.m and I saw that she had a little rest and comfort to the end of her days. For her son d.i.c.k could never look after anybody but himself.
We had not been long in our comfortable flat on the South Side before an unexpected chance came to me to make a lot of money. As I have said, the d.u.c.h.ess brand of sausage, packed in dainty little boxes, was making a name for itself and attracting the attention of the trade. I began to have rivals, and my profits were cut somewhat; but they could never drive out the d.u.c.h.ess, which had a good start. One day Carmichael asked me if I would like to sell my sausage factory, as he called the Aurora plant. I told him jokingly he hadn"t the money to buy it. But in reality I was ready to sell, for I saw that if the big packers went into the business in earnest, I could not compete. And it was only a matter of time before they would see, as I had seen, the immense profit in such small things. So when, a few days later, Carmichael said that one of Strauss"s men had asked him to bring me over to their place, I went quick enough.
Carmichael took me into Strauss"s office and introduced me to one of the men, a shrewd little fellow, who managed some of the old man"s deals for him. After a little while, the man, Gooch, began to talk of my sausage business, praised the idea, and hinted that his boss might consider buying me out "for a proper figure." So we began to deal, and pretty soon Gooch named a figure, twenty-five thousand dollars or something of the sort, expecting me to bite. I laughed, and Carmichael, who was sitting by enjoying the fun, said: "He"s no kid, Gooch, though he looks it. Better go your whole figure straight off." Gooch then said thirty-five thousand dollars--that was the limit. I began to talk about the kosher meat business the Schunemann brothers were handling for me, and I could see Gooch"s eyes open. He got up and went back into an inner office, and when he returned he made the figure fifty thousand dollars.
Carmichael expected me to take his offer, and if I had been asked that morning I should have said it was a big price. But suddenly it came into my mind that in that inner office was the great Strauss himself. He thought I was too small fry to deal with: he left me to his lieutenant.
And I had a good mind to bring him out to buy my plant of me. So I talked on, and Gooch asked me to name my figure.
"Seventy thousand," I answered pretty quick.
Gooch turned to his desk, as if to tell me to go home, and Carmichael grunted, thinking how he would laugh at me about my cheek. I began to think I had gone too far, when the door of that inner office was pulled back and Strauss himself walked into the room. He nodded to Carmichael and gave me a look from head to foot, but said nothing. Gooch waited for the great man to speak.
"We"ll take your figure, Mr. Harrington," Strauss said, after he had looked me up and down, and walked out again.
It took my breath away: the next moment I was sorry I hadn"t said a hundred, it seemed so easy. But Strauss was back in his office and the door was pulled to.
The next I knew I was on the street, and big John was laughing so that men turned to look at him. "Pretty good for a kid," he kept saying between his bursts of laughter. "You had the old fox on the run. He wanted your cat"s-meat place bad, though."
[Ill.u.s.tration: _The door of the inner office was pulled back and Strauss himself walked into the room._]