She did not like to ask him if he were going to give in, but the question was in her face, and he saw it.
"I"m not that bad licked yet."
"There"s Mr. Driscoll"s offer," she suggested.
"Yes. I"ve thought of that. I don"t know what move I"ll make next. I don"t just see now how I"m going to keep at the fight, but I"m not ready to give it up. If I took Mr. Driscoll"s job, I"d have to drop the fight, for I"d practically have to drop out of the union. If the protest fails--well, we"ll see."
Ruth looked at him thoughtfully, and she thrilled with a personal pride in him. He had been beaten; the days just ahead looked black for him; but his spirit, though exhausted, was unbroken. As a result of her experience she was beginning to regard business as being largely a compromise between self-respect and profit. In Tom"s place she guessed what Mr. Baxter would do, and she knew what Mr. Driscoll would do; and the thing they would do was not the thing that Tom was doing. And she wondered what would be the course of Mr. Berman.
At the moment of parting she said to him, in her frank, impulsive way: "I think you are the bravest man I have ever known." He could only stumble away from her awkwardly, for to this his startled brain had no proper answer. His courage began to bubble back into him; and the warmth aroused by her words grew and grew--till he drew near his home, and then a chill began to settle about him.
Maggie was reading the installment of a serial story in an evening paper when he came in. She glanced up, then quickly looked back at her paper without speaking.
He started into the bedroom in silence, but paused hesitant in the doorway and looked at her. "What are you reading, Maggie?"
"The Scarlet Stain."
He held his eyes upon her a moment longer, and then with a sigh went into the bedroom and lit the gas. The instant he was gone from the doorway Maggie took her eyes from the story and listened irresolutely.
All day her brain had burnt with angry thoughts, and all day she had been waiting the chance to speak. But her obstinate pride now strove to keep her tongue silent.
"Tom!" she called out, at length.
He appeared in the doorway. "Yes."
"What are you going to do?"
He was silent for a s.p.a.ce. "I don"t just know yet."
"I know," she said in a voice she tried to keep cold and steady.
"There"s only one thing for you to do. That"s to get on the square with Foley."
Their eyes met. Hers were cold, hard, rebellious.
"I"ll think it over," he said quietly; and went back into the bedroom.
Chapter XIV
NEW COURAGE AND NEW PLANS
The next morning after breakfast Tom sat down to take account of his situation. But his wife"s sullen presence, as she cleared away the dishes, suffocated his thoughts. He went out and walked south a few blocks to a little park that had formerly served the neighborhood as a burying-ground. A raw wind was chattering among the bare twigs of the sycamore trees; the earth was a rigid sh.e.l.l from the night"s frost, and its little squares and oblongs of gra.s.s were a brownish-gray; the sky was overcast with gray clouds. The little park, this dull March day, was hardly more cheerful than the death it had erewhile housed, but Tom sat down in its midst with a sense of grateful relief.
His mind had already pa.s.sed upon Maggie"s demand of the previous evening. But would it avail to continue the fight against Foley? He had slept well, and the sleep had strengthened his spirit and cleared his brain; and Ruth"s recurring words, "I think you are the bravest man I have ever known," were to him a determining inspiration. He went over the situation detail by detail, and slowly a new plan took shape.
Foley had beaten him by a trick. In six months there would be another election. He would run again, and this next time, profiting by his dear experience of Wednesday night, he would see that guard was set against every chance for unfair play. During the six months he would hammer at Foley"s every weak spot, and emphasize to the union the discredit of Foley"s discreditable acts.
He would follow up his strike agitation. He had already put Foley into opposition to a demand for more money. If he could induce the union to make the demand in the face of Foley"s opposition it would be a telling victory over the walking delegate. Perhaps, even, he might head the management of the strike--if it came to a strike. And if the strike were won, it would be the complete undoing of Foley. As for Maggie, she would oppose the plan, of course, but once he had succeeded she would approve what he had done. In the meantime he would have to work at some poorly paid labor, and appease her as best he could.
At dinner that night little was said, till Maggie asked with a choking effort: "Did you see Foley to-day?"
"No," said Tom. He ate a mouthful, then laid down knife and fork, and looked firmly into her face. "I didn"t try to see him. And I might as well tell you, Maggie, that I"m not going to see him."
"You"ll not see him?" she asked in a dry voice. "You"ll not see him?"
"Most likely it would not do any good if I did see him. You mark what I say, Maggie," he went on, hopefully. "Foley thinks I"m down, and you do, too, but in a few months things"ll be better than they ever were. We may see some hard times--but in the end!"
"You were just that certain last week. But how"ll we live?"
"I"ll find some sort of a temporary job."
She looked at him tensely; then she rose abruptly and carried her indignant grief into the kitchen. She had decided that he must be borne with. But would he never, never come to his senses!
After he had finished his dinner, which had been ready earlier than usual, Tom hurried to the Barrys", and found the family just leaving the table. He rapidly sketched his new plan.
"You"re runnin" again" Foley again in six months is all right, but where"s the use our tryin" to get more money?" grumbled Pete. "Suppose we fight hard an" win the strike. What then? We get nothin" out of it.
Foley won"t let us work."
"Oh, talk like a man, Pete!" requested Mrs. Barry. "You know you don"t think that way."
"If we win the strike, with Foley against it, it"ll be the end of him,"
said Tom, in answer to Pete.
"But suppose things turn out with Foley in control o" the strike?"
questioned Barry.
"That won"t happen. But if it would, he"d run it all on the square. And he"d manage it well, too. You know what he has done. Well, he"d do the same again if he was forced into a fight.
"It won"t be hard to work the men up to make the demand for an increase," Tom went on. "All the men who voted for me are in favor of it, and a lot more, too. All we"ve got to do is to stir them up a bit, and get word to them to come out on a certain night. Foley"ll hardly dare put up a fight against us in the open."
"Whoever runs the strike, we certainly ought to have more money," said Mrs. Barry decidedly.
"And the bosses can afford to give us more," declared Tom. "They"ve never made more than they have the last two years."
"Sure, they could divide a lot o" the money we"ve made with us, an"
still not have to b.u.t.ton up their own clothes," averred Mrs. Barry.
"Oh, I dunno," said Pete. "They"re hard up, just the same as us. What"s a hundred thousand when you"ve got to spend money on yachts, champagne an" Newport, an" other necessities o" life? The last time I was at the Baxters", Mrs. Baxter was settin" at the kitchen table figgerin" how she could make over the new dress she had last summer an" wonderin" how she"d ever pay the gas bill."
Mrs. Barry grunted.
"I got a picture o" her!"
Tom brought the talk back to bear directly upon his scheme, and soon after left, accompanied by Pete, to begin immediately his new campaign.
As soon as they had gone Mrs. Barry turned eagerly to her husband. "If we get that ten per cent. raise, Henry won"t have to go to work when he"s fourteen like we expected."