Lawyers -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918 -- Fiction
were she willing to see him, and he must leave her thinking the worst of
him in order that she might the sooner want to forget him.
He tossed the gilt pin out of the window. Following its flight, his
glance came again to the worker’s necktie, lying in the street.
What right had he over the man who had worn that? What right that he
did not have over Betty?
His reason answered: None.
There, he tremendously realized, was the key to his credentials. He
leaned heavily against the window-sill. He understood. It was a bitter
lesson, but he learned it, there and then.
What he had done to these men was what he had tried to do to Betty, not
in the riot only, but in accepting the position that society had offered
him in relation to them; it was what every employer, from the actual
boss to the smallest shareholder, everywhere was doing. It was living
upon the work of others, profiting by values for the creation of which
the pay had to be low enough to permit of profit. It was compulsion.
If he sold dear what he bought cheap, what was it that he bought cheap
but their labor? If he wanted pay for executive ability, what executive
ability did he, or any shareholder in any company, exercise? If he
claimed a return for the risk of his investment, what return did these
men get, who invested that labor-power which was their whole capital?
If any stockbuyer talked of profits as the reward of previous years of
saving, how could he explain the fact that his savings would secure no
profit until they employed labor to produce it? He had been fighting
against his own ideals. It was the workers that had been right and he
that had been wrong. What the man in russet brown had been to him, that
he and all who directly or indirectly employed labor for profit, had
been and were to the employed.
So, quite as suddenly as he had come to see life in the new light, he
came now, in the little office of the lonely factory, to see the reason
from which the light proceeded; there was only one evil in the world and
that was Compulsion; only one good, and that was power over one’s self.
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