Part 125 (1/2)

Yes, he read it, but there was no harm in hearing the great news confirmed by Pelle himself. And Pelle could confirm it, because he never harbored a doubt. It had been difficult to get the ma.s.ses to grasp the new conception of things--as difficult as to move the earth! Something big must happen in return!

A few of the men had brought out sandwiches and began to eat them as they debated. ”Good digestion!” said Pelle, nodding farewell to them.

His mouth was watering, and he remembered that he had had nothing to eat or drink. But he had no time to think about it; he must go to Stolpe to arrange about the posting of the pickets.

Over the way stood Marie in a white cap, with a basket over her arm; she nodded to him, with rosy cheeks. Transplantation had made her grow; every time he saw her she was more erect and prettier.

At his parents'-in-law the strictest economy prevailed. All sorts of things--household possessions--had disappeared from that once so comfortable home; but there was no lack of good spirits. Stolpe was pottering about waiting for his breakfast; he had been at work early that morning.

”What's the girl doing?” he asked. ”We never see her now.”

”She has such a lot to do,” said Pelle apologetically. ”And now she's going out to work as well.”

”Well, well, with things as they are she's not too fine to lend a hand.

But we don't really know what's amiss with her--she's a rebellious nature! Thank G.o.d she's not a man--she would have brought dissolution into the ranks!”

Breakfast consisted of a portion of coffee and bread-and-b.u.t.ter and porridge. Madam Stolpe could not find her fine new silver coffee-service, which her children had given her on her silver-wedding day. ”I must have put it away,” she said.

”Well, well, that'll soon be found again, mother!” said Stolpe. ”Now we shall soon have better times; many fine things will make their appearance again then, we shall see!”

”Have you been to the machine-works this morning, father-in-law?” asked Pelle.

”Yes, I've been there. But there is nothing more for the pickets to do.

The employers have quartered all the men in the factory; they get full board and all there. There must be a crowd of foreign strike-breakers there--the work's in full swing.”

This was an overwhelming piece of news! The iron-masters had won the first victory! This would quickly have a most depressing effect on the workers, when they saw that their trade could be kept going without them.

”We must put a bridle on them,” said Pelle, ”or they'll get off the course and the whole organization will fall to pieces. As for those fellows in there, we must get a louse under their s.h.i.+rts somehow.”

”How can we do that when they are locked in, and the police are patrolling day and night in front of the gates? We can't even speak to them.” Stolpe laughed despairingly.

”Then some one must slink in and pretend he's in want of employment!”

Stolpe started. ”As a strike-breaker? You'll never in this life get a respectable man to do that, even if it's only in jest! I wouldn't do it myself! A strike-breaker is a strike-breaker, turn and twist it how you will.”

”A strike-breaker, I suppose, is one who does his comrades harm. The man who risks his skin in this way deserves another name.”

”I won't admit that,” said Stolpe. ”That's a little too abstract for me; anyhow, I'm not going to argue with you. But in my catechism it says that he is a strike-breaker who accepts employment where a.s.sistance is forbidden--and that I stick to!”

Pelle might talk as much as he liked; the old man would not budge an inch. ”But it would be another matter if you wanted to do it yourself,”

said Stolpe. ”You don't have to account to any one for what you do--you just do what comes into your head.”

”I have to account to the Cause for my doings,” said Pelle sharply, ”and for that very reason I want to do it myself!”

Stolpe contracted his arms and stretched them out again. ”Ah, it would be good to have work again!” he cried suddenly. ”Idleness eats into one's limbs like the gout. And now there's the rent, mother--where the devil are we to get that? It must be paid on the nail on Sat.u.r.day, otherwise out we go--so the landlord says.”

”We'll soon find that, father!” said Madam Stolpe. ”Don't you lose heart!”

Stolpe looked round the room. ”Yes, there's still a bit to take, as Hunger said when he began on the bowels. But listen, Pelle--do you know what? I'm your father-in-law-to be sure--but you haven't a wife like mine!”