Being so utterly idle, and his mind filled with the numerous predictions which had been made concerning the scarcity of labour this winter and the panicky state of the financial market, Hurstwood read this with interest.He noted the claims of the striking motormen and conductors, who said that they had been wont to receive two dollars a day in times past, but that for a year or more "trippers" had been introduced, which cut down their chance of livelihood one-half, and increased their hours of servitude from ten to twelve, and even fourteen.These "trippers" were men put on during the busy and rush hours, to take a car out for one trip.The compensation paid for such a trip was only twenty-five cents.When the rush or busy hours were over, they were laid off.Worst of all, no man might know when he was going to get a car.He must come to the barns in the morning and wait around in fair and foul weather until such time as he was needed.Two trips were an average reward for so much waiting--a little over three hours' work for fifty cents.The work of waiting was not counted.
The men complained that this system was extending, and that the time was not far off when but a few out of 7,000 employees would have regular two-dollar-a-day work at all.They demanded that the system be abolished, and that ten hours be considered a day's work, barring unavoidable delays, with $2.25 pay.They demanded immediate acceptance of these terms, which the various trolley companies refused.
Hurstwood at first sympathised with the demands of these men--
indeed, it is a question whether he did not always sympathise with them to the end, belie him as his actions might.Reading nearly all the news, he was attracted first by the scare-heads with which the trouble was noted in the "World." He read it fully--the names of the seven companies involved, the number of men.
"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 corporations.
"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 applications 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 expenses 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 Brooklyn.
