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Updated: May 25, 2025
Even Malcolm Lightener was silenced, for the thing marched. It possessed vitals. Nor had it upset business, as Lightener once predicted. After the first tumult and flurry labor had settled back into its old ways. The man who worked for Bonbright Foote was envied, and that man and his family prospered and knew a better, bigger life.
With me Bonbright Foote, Incorporated, comes to an end. Upon my death these mills close, the business is to be liquidated and discontinued. Do I make myself clear?... I am not interested in your engines." "What's that you said?" Lightener asked. "Childless? Wind up this business? You're crazy, man." "I had a son, but I have one no longer.... In some measure I hold you responsible for that.
More marriages are smashed in the first few days than in the next twenty years....You be damn gentle and considerate of that little girl." "I I hope I shall, Mr. Lightener." "You'd better be....Where you going to-night?" "To the club. I have some things there. I've always kept enough clothes there to get along on." "Your club days are over for some time.
Lightener shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Take one chunk of advice," he said. "Keep away from the club for a few days. If the boys feel the way I do they're apt to take you upstairs and drown you in a bathtub." That was the side of the affair that Bonbright saw most during the day. Telephone messages, letters, telegrams, poured in and cluttered his desk.
Hilda Lightener represented a new experience to Ruth. Never before had she come into such close contact with a woman of a class she had been taught to despise as useless and worse than useless. Even more than they hated the rich man Ruth's class hated the rich man's wife and daughter.
He was with that girl." "When?... What happened?" "He waited for her at the Lightener plant. She works there now. They drove out the Avenue together some place into the country. Mr. Bonbright is a member of the Apple Lake Club, and I was sure they were going there.... That's the last I know." "Telephone the Apple Lake Club. See if he was there and when he left."
The methods of Bonbright Foote, Incorporated, he compared with the methods of Malcolm Lightener. He saw where modern business would make changes and improvements but after the first few trampled-on suggestions he remained silent and grew indifferent. Once he suggested the purchase of dictating machines. "Fol-de-rol," said his father, brusquely and the matter ended.
Maybe the family ends with you, but a new Foote family begins with him, and it won't be any cut- and-dried, ancestor-ridden outfit, either. One generation of his kind will be worth more to this country than the whole six of yours.... I hope you live to see it." Lightener stuffed his blue prints and specifications into his pocket and left the office truculently.
"Didn't know I spoke," he said, and winced as he moved his shoulders. But he knew what he had said -that he would show THEM. It wasn't Malcolm Lightener he was going to show, but the men his fellow laborers. The thing that lay in his mind was that he must prove himself to be their equal, capable of doing what they could do. He wanted their respect wanted it pitifully.
She was positively startled once when a machinist flatly contradicted Lightener in her hearing on some matter pertaining to his work. "That hain't the way at all," the man said, flatly. Ruth waited for the explosion. "Landers planned it that way." Landers was chief engineer in the plant, drawing a princely salary. "Landers is off his nut. He got it out of a book. I'm DOIN' it.
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