The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-06-07

when are we going to get back to work?
My bank accounts getting worn at the
edges?"
"Nothin' settled yet" replied ~Jones-for
Jones il was. Just hold firm and it'll
come out o. X. / tell you. we're shown
EN- Just you wait and watch 'em come
long enough. Let 'em lose some money.
now. The employers has been havin'
ev'rything their own way so long now they
can't realize what's goin' to happen. Look
at 'eml Amt they been gettin' rich right
along? And right off of you. too? L tell
You, boys, they've got to be taught their
lesson: and it's us that's teacnin them.
bizness. are we? WE don't get fat of of
other peepuls work. do we? WE don't live
on no b~oolyvard, with a Inglish butler that
has mutton-chop whiskers and a sooper-
bilious air.
"who are the rulers of this country, any
way? 1t is the peepul, amt 1t? Wen,
WE'RE the PEEPUL. and we're agoin' to
rule this country. And the only way to
rule it. boys. is TO stick together. OF
course, it amt easy, but we all got to sac
erfce somethin'. / s'pose now, you boys are
gettin' sort of down in the mouth. but if"
Its down in the pocket were getting,
said the lean one. The idee's all right. we
amt saying nothing 'ginst the idee, Jones'"
Say, you amt needin' money, are you?
/ amt got much myself. but II a dolerH
help you out, there she is. Here's one for
you, too. Larry. Need anything, mister?"
to the Swede.
"Ya-a-a." replied the Swede, extending
his hand for the proffered bill, and subsid-
ing once more into his trance of silence.
Now, don't get discouraged, boys.
There's a meetin' down at the hall tonight.
S'pose you drop in. The other fellers IL all
be there, and We'll have some speechmak-
ing that you won't forget in a hurry. So
long"
Great talker, Jones u.s." commented the
lean one, as the prosperous form vanished
"Ain't he something ferce?" exclaimed
the younger man. He just rifles me all up.
"a like to go out and smash something
he is. He knows what he's talking about,
all right. That's all right, what he says
about they're making the money off our
we don't get nothin'."
II dunno." reflected the lean man. MY
bread basket needs a steady job. Jones is
ings. I've heard too much them kind of
things to be hollering glory halleluyer ev'ry
time a red-faced man damns the rich. I'm
union and I'll stay union-the idee's all
right-but I'd hate to have a Teller come
along vand offer me a job this minute"
He give us each a dollar" remarked the
younger man. "And out of his own pocket,
too"
"Ya-a-a," said the Swede, smoothing out
on his knee the crumpled bill he had re-
ceived. "Swa-anson says Jones gets sa-av-
enty-five tollar efery week he keep us from
work. All dank he make hees money off US
not working. All ra-ather have the boss
make hees money off mai work. All now go
to Da-akota on mine s~eesters fa-arm."
The lean man got up, stuck his hands in
his pants pocket, took them out again,
| opened his mouth twice, but did not speak.
Then he faced in the direction that Jones
had taken, shook his fist in the empty air,
and started off down the street.
The Swede also departed.
The young fellow sat alone a few min
utes. looking at the dollar that Jones had
| given him. In a passionate moment he
| crushed ii in his hands, with a muttered
Damn and threw ii from him into the
street. But his eyes followed it and knew
where 1t fell. A cold wind crept around the
corner and made him pull higher his al
\ ready upturned coat collar. He rose slow
| ly, hesitated, walked over TO where the dol
lar lay. stopped, grabbed, and almost ran
the way home.