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"They’re foolish to strike in this sort of weather," he thought to
himself. "Let ‘em win if they can, though."
The next day there was even a larger notice of it. "Brooklynites
Walk," said the "World." "Knights of Labour Tie up the Trolley
Lines Across the Bridge." "About Seven Thousand Men Out."
Hurstwood read this, formulating to himself his own idea of what
would be the outcome. He was a great believer in the strength of
"They can’t win," he said, concerning the men. "They haven’t any
money. The police will protect the companies. They’ve got to.
The public has to have its cars."
He didn’t sympathise with the corporations, but strength was with
them. So was property and public utility.
"Those fellows can’t win," he thought.
Among other things, he noticed a circular issued by one of the
companies, which read: --ATLANTIC AVENUE RAILROAD
SPECIAL NOTICE --The motormen and conductors and other
employees of this company having abruptly left its service, an
opportunity is now given to all loyal men who have struck against
their will to be reinstated, providing they will make their applica-
tions by twelve o’clock noon on Wednesday, January 16th. Such
men will be given employment (with guaranteed protection) in the
order in which such applications are received, and runs and
positions assigned them accordingly. Otherwise, they will be
considered discharged, and every vacancy will be filled by a new
man as soon as his services can be secured.
(Signed) Benjamin Norton,
PRESIDENT - He also noted among the want ads. one which
read: --WANTED-50 skilled motormen, accustomed to
Westinghouse system, to run U.S. mail cars only, in the City of
Brooklyn; protection guaranteed. --He noted particularly in each
the "protection guaranteed." It signified to him the unassailable
power of the companies.
"They’ve got the militia on their side," he thought. "There isn’t
anything those men can do."
While this was still in his mind, the incident with Oeslogge and
Carrie occurred. There had been a good deal to irritate him, but
this seemed much the worst. Never before had she accused him of
stealing-or very near that. She doubted the naturalness of so large
a bill. And he had worked so hard to make ex-
penses seem light. He had been "doing" butcher and baker in
order not to call on her. He had eaten very little-almost nothing.
"Damn it all!" he said. "I can get something. I’m not down yet."
He thought that he really must do something now. It was too
cheap to sit around after such an insinuation as this. Why, after a
little, he would be standing anything.
He got up and looked out the window into the chilly street. It
came gradually into his mind, as he stood there, to go to
"Why not?" his mind said. "Any one can get work over there.
You’ll get two a day."
"How about accidents?" said a voice. "You might get hurt."
"Oh, there won’t be much of that," he answered. "They’ve called
out the police. Any one who wants to run a car will be protected
"You don’t know how to run a car," rejoined the voice.
"I won’t apply as a motorman," he answered. "I can ring up fares
"They’ll want motormen mostly."
"They’ll take anybody; that I know."
For several hours he argued pro and con with this mental
counsellor, feeling no need to act at once in a matter so sure of
In the morning he put on his best clothes, which were poor
enough, and began stirring about, putting some bread and meat
into a page of a newspaper. Carrie watched him, interested in this
"Where are you going?" she asked.