The Workers: An Experiment in Reality. The WestWyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
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The Workers: An Experiment in Reality. The West
Wyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
Unemployed -- United States; Working class -- United States
The sense of futility was strong upon me. Never before had the
temptation to abandon the attempt assailed me with such force. It
was no clean-cut, definite resolution that won in favor of continued
effort. Not at all. I think that when I turned away I was more than
half-resolved to give over the experiment. But even as a man, who,
contemplating suicide, allows himself to be borne upon the aimless
stream of common events past the point of many an early resolution to
the deed, so I found myself gradually awaking to the thought, “Ah,
well, I will try it a little longer.”
It was in this mood that I went to find Clark at our rendezvous. Our
eyes met in quick inquiry, and before either of us spoke, we knew
each the other’s story. But Clark wished the confirmation of actual
confession.
“Ain’t you had no luck too?” he whispered, his eyes close to mine, and
contracting with a sense of the incredibility of such a result, which
might be altered, if one would only insist strongly enough upon its
being other than it actually was.
“No,” I said, “I’ve had no luck, nor anything to eat since morning.”
We were speaking in the low tones which were permitted in the
reading-room. “Well, I’ll be ----.” And Clark’s drawling oath seemed
exactly suited to the absurdity of the situation. We both laughed
softly over our coincident dilemma, and by a mutual impulse we
walked out into the street, where we spent an agreeable half-hour in
discussing the placards in the windows of two restaurants.
There was an especial attraction for us in the lower window where there
stood a _chef_ all white from his spotless cap to where his white
garments were lost to view behind a gas-stove of ingenious contrivance,
on whose clean, polished upper surface he was turning well-browned
griddle-cakes. I do not know what the association was, and it was in
entire good-humor that Clark suddenly turned to me with the remark:
“Say, partner, we’d get all we want to eat, if we’d heave a rock
through this window.”
CHAPTER III
FINDING STEADY WORK
No. -- BLUE ISLAND AVENUE, CHICAGO, ILL.,
December 22, 1891.
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