Contrary to what one would have expected, all this radicalism did not hurt the hotel business; the radicals flocked to it, and the commercial travelers all found it diverting.  Of late, also, the hotel had become a favorite stopping place for Western cattlemen.  Now that the Beef Trust had adopted the trick of raising prices to induce enormous shipments of cattle, and then dropping them again and scooping in all they needed, a stock raiser was very apt to find himself in Chicago without money enough to pay his freight bill; and so he had to go to a cheap hotel, and it was no drawback to him if there was an agitator talking in the lobby.  These Western fellows were just “meat” for Tommy Hinds—­he would get a dozen of them around him and paint little pictures of “the System.”  Of course, it was not a week before he had heard Jurgis’s story, and after that he would not have let his new porter go for the world.  “See here,” he would say, in the middle of an argument, “I’ve got a fellow right here in my place who’s worked there and seen every bit of it!” And then Jurgis would drop his work, whatever it was, and come, and the other would say, “Comrade Jurgis, just tell these gentlemen what you saw on the killing-beds.”  At first this request caused poor Jurgis the most acute agony, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to talk; but gradually he found out what was wanted, and in the end he learned to stand up and speak his piece with enthusiasm.  His employer would sit by and encourage him with exclamations and shakes of the head; when Jurgis would give the formula for “potted ham,” or tell about the condemned hogs that were dropped into the “destructors” at the top and immediately taken out again at the bottom, to be shipped into another state and made into lard, Tommy Hinds would bang his knee and cry, “Do you think a man could make up a thing like that out of his head?”

And then the hotel-keeper would go on to show how the Socialists had the only real remedy for such evils, how they alone “meant business” with the Beef Trust.  And when, in answer to this, the victim would say that the whole country was getting stirred up, that the newspapers were full of denunciations of it, and the government taking action against it, Tommy Hinds had a knock-out blow all ready.  “Yes,” he would say, “all that is true—­but what do you suppose is the reason for it?  Are you foolish enough to believe that it’s done for the public?  There are other trusts in the country just as illegal and extortionate as the Beef Trust:  there is the Coal Trust, that freezes the poor in winter—­there is the Steel Trust, that doubles the price of every nail in your shoes—­there is the Oil Trust, that keeps you from reading at night—­and why do you suppose it is that all the fury of the press and the government is directed against the Beef Trust?” And when to this the victim would reply that there was clamor enough over the Oil Trust, the other would continue:  “Ten years ago Henry D. Lloyd