"It is the last chance that I shall offer you," proceeded Richard.
"For your sakes I would strongly advise you to take it. Heaven is my
witness that I am honest in saying 'for your sakes.' We have been
associated together for many years, and I cannot see the breaking up
of old ties without first using every effort to re-unite them. I must
give my answer tomorrow, and accept this work or reject it. Little
time is allowed me for decision, therefore I am unable to give much to
you. Virtually the acceptance or rejection lies with you; for, without
you, I could not fulfil it: but I cannot help a remark in passing,
that for such a state of things to exist argues something rotten at
the core in the relations between master and men. At six o'clock
tomorrow morning the great bell shall be rung, calling you to work as
formerly. My men, I hope you will all respond to it."
No, not at the terms offered, was the answer gathered by Richard North
from the buzz that rose around.
"I cannot offer you better. I have said that this is the last chance,"
repeated Richard. "I shall never give you the option of working for me
again."
The men couldn't help that. The fact was, they only half believed it.
One ventured a supposition that if the works were sold, the new firm
might give them work on new terms.
"No," said Richard North. "I am very different from you, my men. You
see work at your very hand, and will not do it. You look forward to
the future with, as I must suppose, easy apathy, giving neither care
nor anxiety as to how you and your families are to live. I, on the
contrary, am only anxious to work; at a reduced rate of profit, on a
smaller scale if it must be; but, any way, to work. Night after night
I lie awake, tormented with lively apprehensions for the future. What
seemed, when you first turned out, to be a mere temporary stoppage,
that reason and good sense on both our sides could not fail to
rectify, has assumed gigantic proportions and a permanent aspect.
After some time I gave way; offering to split the difference, as to
wages, if you would return----"
"But we wanted the whole," came an interruption. "And you didn't give
way as to time."
"I could not do either," said Richard North firmly. "I offered all I
was able. That is a thing of the past: let it go. I now make you this
last and final offer; and I think it only fair to tell you what my
course will be if you reject it. I shall go over to Belgium and see if
I cannot engage Belgian workmen to come here and take your places."
A dead silence fell on the room. Ketler broke it.
"You'd surely not do that, sir!"
"Not do it! Why, you force it upon me. I must either get a new set of
men, or give up the works entirely. As I do not feel inclined to the
latter course, the former alone is open to me."
"We'll have none o' them Belgiums here!" cried a threatening voice
from the crowd.
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