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She thanked them as well as she could and the men tried to say it was all right, but they were awkward and embarrassed and after a few commonplace remarks withdrew. Mrs. Cowels sat for a long while looking at the cheque, turning it over and reading the figures aloud to Bennie and explaining to him what an enormous amount of money it was.
Here he was visited by a local lawyer, for the company, and instructed to say nothing whatever about the death of Cowels. Upon the announcement of the verdict of the coroner's jury the prisoner was released, and returned to Chicago by the same train that bore the remains of the dead engineer.
Cowels, of course, was indignant, but he was interested. Mr. Hawkins had expected as much. "I'm going out firing myself," he went on, "and I'm promised promotion as soon as I can start and stop. If I had your experience and your ability, generally, I could get the best run on the road with a cinch on a job as M. M. at the first opening.
Cowels made no reply to his wife, but he was thinking. In fact, he had been thinking all the way home. He had been interrupted twice that day while addressing the meeting. One fellow had asked who the devil Shakespeare was, and if he had ever done anything for the Union. Another man had said "rats," and the orator was sore.
"Well, what do you fellows own? That only shows which is the winning side. You take my advice and let go while you've got plenty." "Plenty?" echoed Cowels. "Do you suppose I'd take a stranger into my home do you think for a minute that I would sit here and let you talk to me as you have done if I could help myself? Plenty! I'm a beggar." Hawkins knew that, but he expressed surprise.
"Well, he claims that they were running at a maddening rate of speed, that he and the engineer had quarrelled as to their relative positions in the estimation of the public in general, the strikers in particular. Cowels threw a hammer at the fireman, whereupon Guerin, as he claims, caught the man by the left arm and by the back of the neck and shoved his head out of the window.
A good man who goes to the company's rescue now won't want for anything. If he's hard up he can get all the money he needs that is a few hundred at least advanced to him." Cowels listened attentively. Mr. Hawkins lighted a fresh ten-cent cigar and gave one to his landlord.
Couldn't do it last night 'cause they didn't know what engine we were going to have." Mrs. Cowels got up and prepared breakfast and Bennie ate hurriedly and then began to look out for the caller. He would have gone to the round-house at once but he wanted to sign the callbook at home. How he had envied the firemen who had been called by him.
They cost all the way from two to five cents apiece, but Mrs. Cowels knew that he was worried about lodge matters and if she thought anything about it at all, she probably reasoned that it was a good thing to be able to smoke and forget. "I made the speech of my life to-day," said the striker, brushing the ashes lightly from his cigar.
Many of the outraged members glanced over at Cowels, who always sat near the little platform at the end of the hall in order that he might not keep his admirers waiting when they called for a speech. The greatest confusion prevailed during the address of the head of the house.
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