Slocum’s Yard seldom presented a serener air of contented industry than it wore that morning; but in spite of all this smooth outside it was a foregone conclusion with most of the men that Slocum, with Shackford behind him, would never submit to the new scale of wages.  There were a few who had protested against these resolutions and still disapproved of them, but were forced to go with the Association, which had really been dragged into the current by the other trades.

The Dana Mills and the Miantowona Iron Works were paying lighter wages than similar establishments nearer the great city.  The managers contended that they were paying as high if not higher rates, taking into consideration the cheaper cost of living in Stillwater.  “But you get city prices for your wares,” retorted the union; “you don’t pay city rents, and you shall pay city wages.”  Meetings were held at Grimsey’s Hall and the subject was canvassed, at first calmly and then stormily.  Among the molders, and possibly the sheet-iron workers, there was cause for dissatisfaction; but the dissatisfaction spread to where no grievance existed; it seized upon the spinners, and finally upon the marble workers.  Torrini fanned the flame there.  Taking for his text the rentage question, he argued that Slocum was well able to give a trifle more for labor than his city competitors.  “The annual rent of a yard like Slocum’s would be four thousand or five thousand dollars in the city.  It doesn’t cost Slocum two hundred dollars.  It is no more than just that the laborer should have a share—­he only asks a beggarly share—­of the prosperity which he has helped to build up.”  This was specious and taking.  Then there came down from the great city a glib person disguised as The Workingman’s Friend,—­no workingman himself, mind you, but a ghoul that lives upon subscriptions and sucks the senses out of innocent human beings,—­who managed to set the place by the ears.  The result of all which was that one May morning every shop, mill, and factory in Stillwater was served with a notice from the trades-union, and a general strike threatened.

But our business at present is exclusively with Slocum’s Yard.

XV

“Since we are in for it,” said Mr. Slocum the next morning, “put the case to them squarely.”

Mr. Slocum’s vertebrae had stiffened over night.

“Leave that to me, sir,” Richard replied.  “I have been shaping out in my mind a little speech which I flatter myself will cover the points.  They have brought this thing upon themselves, and we are about to have the clearest of understandings.  I never saw the men quieter.”

“I don’t altogether admire that.  It looks as if they hadn’t any doubt as to the issue.”