Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

“And how is the woman now?” asked Janet.

“In bed, with two ribs broken and a bruise on her back and a cut on her head.  I got a doctor.  He could hardly see her in that black place they live."...

Such were the incidents that fanned the hatred into hotter and hotter flame.  Daily reports were brought in of arrests, of fines and imprisonments for picketing, or sometimes merely for booing at the remnant of those who still clung to their employment.  One magistrate in particular, a Judge Hennessy, was hated above all others for giving the extreme penalty of the law, and even stretching it.  “Minions, slaves of the capitalists, of the masters,” the courts were called, and Janet subscribed to these epithets, beheld the judges as willing agents of a tyranny from which she, too, had suffered.  There arrived at Headquarters frenzied bearers of rumours such as that of the reported intention of landlords to remove the windows from the tenements if the rents were not paid.  Antonelli himself calmed these.  “Let the landlords try it!” he said phlegmatically....

After a while, as the deadlock showed no signs of breaking, the siege of privation began to tell, ominous signs of discontent became apparent.  Chief among the waverers were those who had come to America with visions of a fortune, who had practised a repulsive thrift in order to acquire real estate, who carried in their pockets dog-eared bank books recording payments already made.  These had consented to the strike reluctantly, through fear, or had been carried away by the eloquence and enthusiasm of the leaders, by the expectation that the mill owners would yield at once.  Some went back to work, only to be “seen” by the militant, watchful pickets—­generally in their rooms, at night.  One evening, as Janet was walking home, she chanced to overhear a conversation taking place in the dark vestibule of a tenement.

“Working to-day?”

“Yah.”

“Work to-morrow?”

Hesitation.  “I d’no.”

“You work, I cut your throat.”  A significant noise.  “Naw, I no work.”

“Shake!”

She hurried on trembling, not with fear, but exultingly.  Nor did she reflect that only a month ago such an occurrence would have shocked and terrified her.  This was war....  On her way to Fillmore Street she passed, at every street corner in this district, a pacing sentry, muffled in greatcoat and woollen cap, alert and watchful, the ugly knife on the end of his gun gleaming in the blue light of the arc.  It did not occur to her, despite the uniform, that the souls of many of these men were divided also, that their voices and actions, when she saw them threatening with their bayonets, were often inspired by that inner desperation characteristic of men who find themselves unexpectedly in false situations.  Once she heard a woman shriek as the sharp knife grazed her skirt:  at another time a man whose steps had been considerably hurried turned, at a safe distance, and shouted defiantly: 

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