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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Then some one must slink in and pretend he's in want of employment!" Stolpe started. "As a strike-breaker? You'll never in this life get a respectable man to do that, even if it's only in jest! I wouldn't do it myself! A strike-breaker is a strike-breaker, turn and twist it how you will." "A strike-breaker, I suppose, is one who does his comrades harm.
He was greatly pleased with Pelle. And he secretly admired his daughter more than ever. "You see, mother, there's something in that lass! She understands how to pick a man for himself!" he would cry enthusiastically. "Yes; I've nothing against him, either," Madam Stolpe would reply. "A bit countrified still, but of course he's growing out of it." "Countrified? He?
Stople's writing-table had been turned into a side-board, and the brothers were opening bottles of beer and politely pressing everybody: "Do take a sandwich with it you'll get a dry throat standing so long and saying nothing." In the best room Stolpe was pacing up and down and muttering.
Do your day's work so that your comrades don't need to take you in tow, and never shirk when it comes to your turn!" "Don't cheat the drinker of his bottle, either," said Albert Olsen, interrupting. Otto nudged him in the ribs. "No, don't do that," said Stolpe, and he laughed. "There are still two things," he added seriously.
Boy Comfort is in the fields from morning to night, helping Grandfather Stolpe to build the new workmen's houses. A fine help his is! When Ellen fetches him in to meals, he is so dirty that she nearly loses all patience. "I wonder how Old Brun is!" says Ellen suddenly, in the middle of her work. "We haven't heard from him now for three days. It's quite sad to think he's so far away.
"No, she's always been his darling, and father's often been tired of it," said Madam Stolpe. "But men make themselves so hard!" "Rubbish, mother!" growled Stolpe. "Women will always talk nonsense!" Time had left its mark upon them both.
I could see what she was feeling, but when I put the matter before her she said, 'Hold out, Stolpe, you shan't give in! 'You're forgetting our daily bread, mother, I say. 'Oh, our daily bread. I can just go out washing! That was in those days they sing another tune to us now! Now the master politely raises his hat to old Stolpe!
"Now, take something, people!" cried Stolpe, from the head of the table, where he was carving a loin of roast pork. "Up with the bricks there!" He had the young couple on his right and the newly-baked journeyman on his left. On the table before him stood a new bedroom chamber with a white wooden cover to it; the guests glanced at it and smiled at one another.
The men were unreasonable: to demand shorter hours in the slack season following on a hard winter! This move took the leaders by surprise. They feared that it might diminish the general sympathy for the workers. It surprised them particularly that the prudent and experienced Stolpe had not opposed this demand.
"Now the danger's a thing of the past, but one still has to be careful. That's a vestige of the times when things used to go hardly with us. The police used to be down on all our badges of common unity. The grand master himself came to me one evening with the flag under his cloak, and said to me, 'You must look out for it, Stolpe, you are the most reliable of us all."
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