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"I The last place I worked was Bonbright Foote, Incorporated," he said, giving his father's institution its full name. "Urn.... Strikin', eh?" Bonbright nodded. He had struck. Not with a union, but as an individual. "'Bout over, hain't it, from all I hear tell?" "I think so," said Bonbright. "Bad business.... Strikes is always bad especially if the men git licked.
"You won't recognize any union? I want to know how I stand with them at the beginning." "I'll recognize no union," said Bonbright. The card of a young man from Richmond's office was brought in. Bonbright sent word for him to be admitted. "I came about that Hammil accident case," said the young man.
They'll say we can afford to pay such wages if you can." "Well," said Bonbright, "can't you?" "You've sowed a fine crop of discontent. It's damned unfair. You'll have every workingman in town flocking to you. You'll get the pick of labor." "That's good business, isn't it?" Bonbright asked, with a smile. "Now, Mr. Lightener, there isn't any use thrashing me. The plan is going into effect.
If she got an idea there was trouble brewing, she might off with him and get married before we could wink." "Heavens!... An anarchistic boarding-house girl for a daughter-in- law! We'd be a proud family, Rangar." "Yes, sir. I understand you leave it with me?" "I leave it with you to keep an eye on Bonbright. Consult with me before acting. My son is in a strange humor.
Bonbright VII sat at his desk motionless, studying his career as it lay circumscribed before him. He did not study it rebelliously, for as yet rebellion had not occurred to him. The idea that he might assert his individuality and depart from the family pattern had not ventured to show its face. For too many years had his ancestors been impressing him with his duty to the family traditions.
He made no comment. "I don't want father to know this," Bonbright said. "If it can be kept out of the papers.... Father wouldn't understand. He'd feel I had disgraced the family." "Doggone the family," snapped Lightener. "Come on." Bonbright followed him out. "May I take him along, Lieutenant? I'll fix it with the judge if necessary.... And say, happen to recognize him?" "Never saw him before."
"I've taught him," Dulac said, his voice quivering with rage. "It was time... the vermin. Because he was rich he thought he was safe. He thought he could do anything.... But I've taught him. They starve us and stamp on us and then steal our wives and smirch our sweethearts." Ruth tried to bend over Bonbright, to lift his head, to give him assistance, but Dulac jerked her away. "Don't touch him.
Indeed, I may say she seemed stubborn ... and no fool. If she's got a chance at Mr. Bonbright she wouldn't give it up for a few dollars. Not her, sir." "I don't recall her especially. Small was she not? Not the ah ripe rounded type to attract a boy? Eh?" "Curves and color don't always do it, Mr. Foote, I've observed.
Now your ideas your actions at least- must conform to the policy we have maintained for generations. I have called some of our department heads to my room. I believe I hear them assembling. Let us go in." Bonbright followed his father mechanically. The next room contained some ten or twelve subordinate executives who eyed Bonbright curiously.
Foote approached slowly. Ruth knew the moment Mrs. Foote saw her husband, for the stately woman bit her lip and spoke hurriedly to Bonbright's father, who glanced at Bonbright and then at her uncertainly. Ruth saw that Mrs. Foote held her husband's arm, did not allow him to turn aside, but led him straight toward them.... Bonbright stood stiff, expectant.
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