The Honorable Peter Stirling and What People Thought of HimFord, Paul Leicester
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The Honorable Peter Stirling and What People Thought of Him
Ford, Paul Leicester
Labor movement -- Fiction; Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Political fiction; Tenement houses -- Fiction
The next moment the head of another regiment swung from Chambers Street
into the square. It was greeted by hisses and groans from the denizens
of the park, but this lack of politeness was more than atoned for, by
the order: “Present arms,” passed down the immovable line awaiting it.
After a return salute the commanding officers advanced and once more
saluted.
“In obedience to orders from headquarters, I have the honor to report
my regiment to you, Colonel Stirling, and await your orders,” said the
officer of the “visiting” regiment, evidently trying not to laugh.
“Let your men break ranks, and breakfast, Major Rivington,” said Peter.
In two minutes dandy and mick were mingled, exchanging experiences, as
they sliced meat off the same ham-bones and emptied the same cracker
boxes. What was more, each was respecting and liking the other. One
touch of danger is almost as efficacious as one touch of nature. It is
not the differences in men which make ill-feeling or want of sympathy,
it is differences in conditions.
In the mean time, Peter, Ray and Ogden had come together over their
grub, much as if it was a legal rather than an illegal trouble to be
dealt with.
“Where were you?” asked Peter.
“At the Sixty-third Street terminals,” said Ray. “We didn’t have any
fun at all. As quiet as a cow. You always were lucky! Excuse me, Peter,
I oughtn’t to have said it,” Ray continued, seeing Peter’s face. “It’s
this wretched American trick of joking at everything.”
Ogden, to change the subject, asked: “Did you really say ‘damn’?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought you disapproved of cuss words.”
“I do. But the crowd wouldn’t believe that I was honest in my intention
to protect the substitutes. They thought I was too much of a politician
to dare to do it. So I swore, thinking they would understand that as
they would not anything else. I hoped it might save actual firing. But
they became so enraged that they didn’t care if we did shoot.”
Just then one of the crowd shrieked, “Down with the blood-suckers. On
to freedom. Freedom of life, of property, of food, of water, of air, of
land. Destroy the money power!”
“If we ever get to the freedom he wants,” said Ray, “we’ll utilize that
chap for supplying free gas.”
“Splendid raw material for free soap,” said Ogden.
“He’s not the only one,” said Ray. “I haven’t had a wash in nine hours,
and salt meats are beginning to pall.”
“There are plenty of fellows out there will eat it for you, Ray,” said
Peter, “and plenty more who have not washed in weeks.”
“It’s their own fault.”
“Yes. But if you burn or cut yourself, through ignorance, that doesn’t
make the pain any the less.”
“They don’t look like a crowd which could give us trouble.”
“They are just the kind who can. They are men lifted off their common
sense, and therefore capable of thinking they can do anything, just as
John Brown expected to conquer Virginia with forty men.”
“But there’s no danger of their getting the upper hand.”
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