Chapter XXV
IN WHICH FOLEY BOWS TO DEFEAT
The minute after Foley had gone Mr. Baxter was talking over the telephone to the secretary of the Conciliation Committee of the Civic Federation. "We have considered your offer to try to bring our committee and the committee of the ironworkers together," he said. "We are willing to reopen negotiations with them." A letter would have been the proper and more dignified method of communication. But this was the quicker, and to Mr. Baxter a day was worth while.
The secretary believed in the high mission of his committee, and was enthusiastic to make a record for it in the avoidance of strikes and a.s.sistance in their settlement. So he laid down the telephone receiver and called for a stenographer. Within twenty minutes a messenger left his office bearing a letter to Foley.
When Foley got home, an hour after leaving Mr. Baxter"s office, his wife handed him the letter. It read:
MY DEAR MR. FOLEY:
Mr. Baxter, speaking for the Executive Committee of the Iron Employers" a.s.sociation, has signified their willingness to meet your committee and again discuss possible measures for the ending of the strike. Notwithstanding the barrenness of previous meetings I sincerely hope your committee will show the same willingness to resume negotiations. Permit me to urge upon your attention the extreme seriousness of the present situation: the union, the contractors, the owners, all losing money, the public discommoded by the delay in the completion of buildings; all these demand that your two committees get together and in a spirit of fairness reach some agreement whereby the present situation will be brought to an end.
Our rooms are at the service of your two committees. As time is precious I have secured Mr. Baxter"s consent, for his committee, to meet you here at half-past two to-morrow afternoon. I hope this will suit you. If not, a later date can be arranged.
Though his appet.i.te and dinner were both ready, Foley put on his hat and went to the home of Connelly. The secretary was just sitting down to his own dinner.
"I just happened to be goin" by," said Foley, "an" I thought I"d run in an" show youse a letter I got to-day." He drew out the letter and handed it to Connelly.
Foley chatted with Mrs. Connelly while the letter was being read, but all the time his eyes were watching its effect upon Connelly. When he saw the end had been reached, he remarked: "It don"t amount to nothin".
I guess we might as well write "em to go to h.e.l.l."
Connelly hesitated. It usually took more than a little courage to express a view contrary to Foley"s. "I don"t know," he said doubtfully.
"Baxter knows how we stand. It strikes me if he offers to talk things over with us, that means he realizes he"s licked an" is willin" to make concessions."
"Um! Maybe youse"re right."
Encouraged by this admission Connelly went on: "It might be worth our while to meet "em, anyhow. Suppose nothin" does come of it, what have we lost?"
Foley looked half-convinced. "Well, mebbe our committee might as well talk the letter over."
"Sure thing."
"I suppose then we ought to get together to-night. If we get word to the other three boys, we"ve got to catch "em at dinner. Can youse see to that?"
Connelly looked regretfully at his untasted meal. "I guess I can."
"All right. In your office then, say at eight."
The five men were in the office on time, though Connelly, to make it, had to content himself with what he could swallow in a few minutes at a quick lunch counter. The office was a large, square room, a desk in one corner, a few chairs along the sides, a great cuspidor in the center; at the windows were lace curtains, and on one wall was a full-length mirror in a gilt frame--for on nights when Potomac Hall was let for weddings, receptions, and b.a.l.l.s, Connelly"s office had over its door, "Ladies"
Dressing Room."
The five men lit cigars, Foley"s cigars, and drew chairs around the cuspidor, which forthwith began to bear the relation of hub to their frequent salivary spokes. "Connelly told youse about the letter from the Civic Federation, that"s gettin" so stuck on runnin" G.o.d"s business they"ll soon have him chased off his job," Foley began. "But I guess I might as well read the letter to youse."
"Take the offer, o" course!" declared Pete, when Foley had ended.
"That"s what I said," Connelly joined.
Hogan and Brown, knowing how opposed Foley was to the proposition, said nothing.
"We"ve wasted enough time on the bosses" committee," Foley objected. "No use talkin" to "em again till we"ve put "em down an" out."
"The trouble with you, Foley, is, you like a fight so well you can"t tell when you"ve licked your man," said Pete in an exasperated tone.
"What"s the use punchin" a man after he"s give in?"
"We"ve got "em licked, or they"d never ask to talk things over," urged Connelly.
Foley looked in scowling meditation at his cigar ash. Then he raised his eyes to Brown and Hogan. "What do youse think?"
Thus directly questioned; they had to admit they stood with Pete and Connelly.
"Oh, well, since we ain"t workin", I suppose we won"t be wastin" much if we do chin a bit with "em," he conceded. But the four easily perceived that he merely yielded to their majority, did not agree.
The next afternoon Foley and his committee were led by the secretary of the Conciliation Committee into one of the rooms of the Civic Federation"s suite, where Mr. Baxter and his committee were already in waiting. The secretary expressed a hope that they arrive at an understanding, and withdrew in exultation over this example of the successful work his committee was doing.
There was a new member on the employers" committee--Mr. Berman. Mr.
Baxter, exercising the power vested in him to fill vacancies temporarily, had chosen Mr. Berman as Mr. Driscoll"s successor for two reasons: his observations of Mr. Berman had made him certain the latter had elastic ideas; and, more important, for Mr. Driscoll"s own partner to take the vacant place would quiet all suspicions as to the cause of Mr. Driscoll"s unexpected resignation. Of the five, Bobbs and Isaacs were rather self-conscious; Murphy, who had had previous experience in similar situations, wore a large, bl.u.s.tering manner; Berman, for all his comparative inexperience, was most promisingly at his ease; and Baxter was the Baxter he was three hundred and sixty-five days in the year.
The strikers" committee presented the confident front of expected victory. Foley, slipped far down in his chair, eyed the contractors with a sideling, insolent glance.
"If this here"s to be another o" them hot air festivals, like we attended in April an" May, say so now," he growled. "We ain"t got no time for talkin" unless youse mean business."
Connelly, whose chair was beside Foley"s, leaned over anxiously. "Don"t you think you"re goin" at "em pretty rough, Buck?" he whispered. "If you get "em mad, they"ll go right back to where they stood."
"Oh, youse leave "em to me," Foley returned knowingly.
It would serve no purpose to give the details of this meeting. Mr.
Baxter, ignoring Foley"s insolence of manner, outlined in well-balanced sentences the reasons that made it imperative to both sides for the strike to be settled, and then went on to give anew the contractors"
side of the questions at issue. Now and then Foley broke in with comments which were splenetic outbursts rather than effective rejoinders. When the meeting was over and his committee was out in the street, Foley shed his roughly defiant manner. "Boys," he said with quiet confidence, "we"ve got "em beat to death."
The next afternoon was occupied with a debate between Mr. Baxter and Foley upon their respective claims. Foley"s tongue was as sharp as ever, but his fellow committeemen had to acknowledge to their secret hearts there was more of convincing substance in what Mr. Baxter said. They wondered somewhat at the sudden declension in the effectiveness of their leader"s speech, which perhaps they would not have done had they been parties to a conference that morning at which Foley had pointed out to Mr. Baxter the vulnerable spots in the union"s claims, and schooled him in the most telling replies to the statements he, Foley, intended making.
After the meeting Foley again declared his certainty of winning, but there was a notable decrease of confidence in his voice.
"Yes," said Connelly, without much spirit. "But Baxter, he puts up a good talk."
"He seems to have facts to talk from," explained Brown.
"So have we," said Foley.
"Yes, but somehow at the meetin"s his facts seem stronger," said Connelly.
"Oh, what o" that," Foley returned encouragingly. "More"n once in poker I"ve seen a strong bluff win over a strong hand."
The next meeting was a repet.i.tion of the second. Foley was keen in his wit, and insolently defiant; but Mr. Baxter got the better of every argument. The union"s committee began to admit, each man to himself, that their position was weaker, and the contractors" much stronger, than they had thought.