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"Of course they are not needed there any longer, so far as that is concerned," concluded Archey, "but they certainly helped us out of a hole when we did need them, and it doesn't seem right now to treat them rough." At hearing this, a guilty feeling passed over Mary and left her cheeks warm. "They'll think I've deserted them," she thought. "Well, haven't you?" something inside her asked.
If you'll leave these drawings, I'll think them over and call you up again in a few days." At Judge Cutler's suggestion, Archey had been elected treasurer to take Burdon's place. Mary took the plans into his office and showed them to him. They were still discussing them, sitting at opposite sides of his flat-top desk, when the twelve o'clock whistle blew.
They've money enough to start, an' it'll not cost ol' ma-an Hogan a cint. But, whin he spoke about it las' night, he cried as if his heart'd break." Mr. McKenna was aware that a gentle feud had existed between Mr. Dooley and Mr. Schwartzmeister, the German saloon-keeper down Archey Road, for some years. It was based upon racial differences, but had been accented when Mr.
But with Archey she always felt restful and contented, smiling at him and talking to him without exertion or repression and using one of those old-fashioned phrases which are often the last word in description always "feeling at home" with him, and never as though he had to be thought of as company. They climbed the hill together and began inspecting the bungalows.
He caught a note in her voice that had a touch of emptiness in it. "Do you know what I would do if I were you?" he gently asked. She looked at him, his eyes eager with sympathy, his smile tender and touched with an admiration so deep that it might be called devotion. Never before had Archey seemed so restful to her never before with him had she felt so much at home.
The next week Mary didn't have to ask Archey what the men were doing, because one of the Sunday papers had made a special story of the subject. Some of the men were getting work elsewhere, she read. Others were on holidays, or visiting friends out of town. Some were grumpy, some were merry, one had been caught red-handed or at least blue-aproned cooking his own dinner.
And, oh, the enthusiasm of the women their shining eyes, their breathless attention as they felt the roadway growing solid beneath their feet and knew it was all their work! "If we keep on at this rate," said Archey, looking at the reports in Mary's office one morning, "it won't be long before we're doing something big."
"Because then," she thought, "women could boycott things that were made by unions, and I'm sure the unions wouldn't want that." She mentioned this to Archey and it was decided that Judge Cutler should follow the strikers' committee to Washington and present the women's side of the case. Archey went, but the atmosphere of worry which he had brought with him stayed behind.
The day after the bills were posted, Archey went around to see how they were being received. "It was a good idea," he told Mary the next morning, but she noticed that he looked troubled and absent-minded, as though his thoughts weren't in his words. "What's the matter, Archey?" she quietly asked.
"The current would hold it tight against the mason-work." "We ought to have brought some help," shouted Archey, suddenly realizing. "If that dam breaks, it will sweep away the factory and part of the town.... What are you going to do?" Paul had dropped his hat in the stream below the bridge and was watching to see where it went over the crest.
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