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At Pullman a thick pall already hangs over everything. The nearer the train approaches Chicago the drearier becomes the aspect. You are hauled through mile after mile of rubbish and scrap-heap. You receive an impression of sharp-edged flints and broken bottles. When you pass the "City Limits" you believe yourself at your journey's end.
Barton was a step or two ahead of me and he did not see my ticket. In consequence, the Colorado destination was still my own secret. In the Pullman wash-room Barton stood by me like a man, fetching his own clean linen and tipping the porter to make him turn his back while I had a wash and a shave and a change.
"Do you go up to the dam?" he asked. "If we ever get this stuff loaded," replied the engineer. "I'd like to go up with you," said Jim. "I've got a job up there." The engineer grunted. "Another cub engineer. All right, sonny. Load your trousseau onto the Pullman." Jim grinned sheepishly and heaved his trunk and suit case up on the flat car.
There are certain lingering traditions to the effect that a people's liberties are closely bound up with the right to talk things out and those who are enlightened know that the only proper answer to words is words. When force is opposed to words there is ground for the charge of "Kaiserism." . . There was just one thing for you to have done, Pullman,
He had been in the thick of it all the afternoon! He had examined it, interrogated them like a juge d'instruction, winnowed it, sifted it. And what was it all? An attempt by these wretched priests and noblesse to revive in the nineteenth century the age of electricity and Pullman cars a miserable mediaeval legend of an apparition, a miracle!
What was our surprise to hear, a few days after, a member gravely propose to appropriate eight hundred dollars for the purpose of presenting the Ninth Regiment of New York Infantry with a stand of colors. Mr. Pullman repeated his objections, and recounted anew the generosity of the State Legislature. The eighteen, without a word of reply, voted for the grant as before.
From such a wretch as that, one might look for almost anything! For ten minutes or more, as we whirled along the line in the Pullman car, I was too dazed and confused to notice anything around me.
Then, he smiled, as he replied: "After Patricia Langdon has become Patricia Duncan, I will kill him. Good-day, Melvin." Roderick Duncan traveled westward in a special train made up of his own private car, a regular Pullman, and a diner.
It seemed to me unendurable not to make some effort to gather together the social implications of the failure of this benevolent employer and its relation to the demand for a more democratic administration of industry. Doubtless the paper represented a certain "excess of participation," to use a gentle phrase of Charles Lamb's in preference to a more emphatic one used by Mr. Pullman himself.
Babbitt made his voice to be measured and lordly; he thrust out his abdomen and rumbled, "We got to see to it that the convention lets the Legislature understand just where they get off in this matter of taxing realty transfers." Wing uttered approving grunts and Babbitt swelled gloated. The blind of a Pullman compartment was raised, and Babbitt looked into an unfamiliar world.
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