Part 112 (1/2)

Meyer had been in the habit of letting his workers run about to no purpose; if the work was not quite ready for them they could call again.

And when the work was given out to them they had, as a rule, to finish it with a rush; there was intention in this; it made the people humble and submissive.

But now the boot was on the other leg. The workers did not call; they did not deliver urgent commissions at the appointed time; Meyer had to send to them, and got his own words as answer; they were not quite ready yet, but they would see what they could do for him! He had to run after his own workers in order not to offend his rich customers. In the first instances he settled the matter, as a rule, by dismissal. But that did not help him at all; the devil of arrogance had entered into the simple journeymen! It looked as though they had got their ideas of master and subordinate reversed! He had to give up trusting to the hard hand on the rein; he must seek them out with fair words! His business had the whole fas.h.i.+onable world as customer, and always required a staff of the very best workers. But not even friendly approaches availed. Scarcely did he find a good journeyman-worker but he was off again, and if he asked the reason he always received the same jeering answer: they didn't feel inclined to work. He offered high wages, and at great expense engaged qualified men from outside; but Pelle was at once informed and immediately sought them out. When they had been subjected to his influence only for a few days they went back to the place they came from, or found other masters, who, now that Meyer's business was failing, were getting more orders. People who went to the warehouse said that Meyer was raging about upstairs, abusing innocent people and driving them away from him.

Meyer was conscious of a hand behind all this, and he demanded that the Employers' Union should declare a lock-out. But the other masters scented a move for his benefit in this.

His own business was moribund, so he wanted to bring theirs to a standstill also. They had no fundamental objection to the new state of affairs; in any case they could see no real occasion for a lock-out.

So he was forced to give in, and wrote to Pelle requesting him to enter into negotiations--in order to put an end to the unrest affecting the craft. Pelle, who as yet possessed no skill in negotiations, answered Meyer in a very casual manner, practically sending him about his business. He showed his reply to his father-in-law before dispatching it.

”No, deuce take it, that won't do!” said Stolpe. ”Look you, my lad, everything depends on the tone you take, if you are dealing with labor politics! These big folks think such a d.a.m.n lot about the way a thing is wrapped up! If I were setting about this business I'd come out with the truth and chuck it in their faces--but that won't answer; they'd be so wild there'd be no dealing with them. Just a nice little lie--that answers much better! Yes, yes, one has to be a diplomatist and set a fox to catch a fox. Now you write what I tell you! I'll give you an example.

Now--”

Stolpe paced up and down the room a while, with a thoughtful expression; he was in s.h.i.+rt-sleeves and slippers and had thrust both his forefingers in his waistcoat pockets. ”Are you ready, son-in-law? Then we'll begin!”

”To the President of the Employers' Union, Herre H. Meyer, Shoemaker to the Court.

”Being in receipt of your honored favor of yesterday's date hereby acknowledged, I take the liberty of remarking that so far as is known to me complete quiet and the most orderly conditions prevail throughout the trade. There appears therefore to be no motive for negotiation.

”For the Shoemakers' Union,

”Your obedient servant,

”PELLE.”

”There, that's to the point, eh? Napoleon himself might have put his name to that! And there's enough sting to it, too!” said Stolpe, much gratified. ”Now write that out nicely, and then get a big envelope.”

Pelle felt quite important when he had written this out on a big sheet of paper; it was like an order of the day issued by a sheriff or burgomaster at home. Only in respect of its maliciousness he entertained a certain doubt.

One morning, a few days later, he was sitting at home working. In the meantime he had been obliged to undertake casual jobs for sailors in the harbor, and now he was soling a pair of sea-boots for a seaman on board a collier. On the other side of the bench sat little La.s.se, chattering and aping his movements, and every time Pelle drove a peg home the youngster knocked his rattle against the edge of the table, and Pelle smiled at him. Ellen was running in and out between the living-room and the kitchen. She was serious and silent.

There was a knock at the door. She ran to the stove, s.n.a.t.c.hing away some of the child's linen which was drying there, ran out, and opened the door.

A dark, corpulent gentleman in a fur overcoat entered, bowing, holding his tall hat before him, together with his gloves and stick. Pelle could not believe his eyes--it was the Court shoemaker! ”He's come to have it out!” thought Pelle, and prepared himself for a tussle. His heart began to thump, there was a sudden sinking inside him; his old submissiveness was on the point of coming to the surface and mastering him. But that was only for a moment; then he was himself again. Quietly he offered his guest a chair.

Meyer sat down, looking about the neat, simple room as though he wanted to compare his enemy's means with his own before he made a move. Pelle gathered something from his wandering glance, and suddenly found himself considerably richer in his knowledge of human nature. ”He's sitting there staring about him to see if something has gone to the p.a.w.nshop,”

he thought indignantly.

”H'm! I have received your favor of the other day,” began Meyer.

”You are of opinion that there is no occasion for a discussion of the situation; but--however--ah--I think--”

”That is certainly my opinion,” answered Pelle, who had resolved to adhere to the tone of the letter. ”The most perfect order prevails everywhere. But generally speaking it would seem that matters ought to go smoothly now, when we each have our Union and can discuss affairs impartially.” He gazed innocently at Meyer.

”Ah, you think so too! It cannot be unknown to you that my workers have left me one after another--not to say that they were taken away from me.

Even to please you I can't call those orderly conditions.”

Pelle sat there getting angrier and angrier at his finicking tone. Why the devil couldn't he bl.u.s.ter like a proper man instead of sitting there and making his d.a.m.ned allusions? But if he wanted that sort of foolery he should have it! ”Ah! your people are leaving you?” he said, in an interested manner.

”They are,” said Meyer, and he looked surprised. Pelle's tone made him feel uncertain. ”And they are playing tricks on me; they don't keep to their engagements, and they keep my messengers running about to no purpose. Formerly every man came to get his work and to deliver it, but now I have to keep messengers for that; the business can't stand it.”