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Updated: June 13, 2025
The paper read: "I, James Morrissy, the undersigned, do hereby declare that I have received $1,000, in two sums of $500 each, from Daniel McQuade, these sums being payment agreed upon for my bringing about the strike at the Bennington shops." Morrissy looked at the boss incredulously. "I say, Mac, have you gone crazy?" he cried. "Do you want evidence like this lying around in your safe?
"I'm kind of anxious myself to hear what you've got to say. "In fact, I hope you will listen carefully to every word I say," replied Bennington, with a nod toward the door. The committee went out solemnly. Morrissy was next to the last to go down the stairs. Bennington followed closely behind him. "Some day I'll get a good chance at you, Mr. Morrissy, and the devil take care of you when I do.
If I were you, I wouldn't accept any unstamped envelopes in Herculaneum It would be a good plan to go to some other town for that." "Why, damn you!" Morrissy raised his fist. "Stay where you are," warned Ben, seizing a camp-chair "or I'll break your head. Listen to me. I'm starting out from this night on to break you, and, by God, I'll do it before the year is over.
Morrissy stepped back, red in the face. But he recognized the disadvantage of his position. He was one step lower than his accuser. "Go on," said Bennington, his voice now hard and metallic; "go on down. There'll be no rough and tumble here. I won't give you that satisfaction."
"No, and I doubt you sent it. But I want it at once, and no more monkeying." "Well, I sent it. I mailed it to your office. You've overlooked it." "Come over to my office now and make it out," McQuade insisted. "You've got plenty of grips on me without that," protested Morrissy reproachfully. "But I want this one, and I'm going to have it." "I'll go to your office. Will Donnelly be game?"
The men were noisy, and a haze of rank tobacco-smoke drifted aimlessly about, vainly seeking egress. Morrissy called the meeting to order at eight-thirty. He spoke briefly of the injustice of the employers, locally and elsewhere, of the burdens the laboring man had always borne and would always bear, so long as he declined to demand his rights. The men cheered him. Many had been drinking freely.
During all this time Grace Davoren lay dying, in a state of the most terrible desolation, with the dead body of Nannie Morrissy on the bed beside her. What had become of her child, and of Caterine Collins, she could not tell. She had, however, other reflections, for the young, but guilty mother was not without strong, and even tender, domestic affections.
The dispersed men harbored no ill feeling toward Morrissy; he, as they supposed, had acted in good faith for the welfare of the union. But for the man who had had the courage to make good his threats, for him they had nothing but bitterness and hate.
"You are determined to keep Chittenden?" "Positively determined." "We'll go out, Mr. Bennington," said Shipley. "And what's more," added Morrissy, "we'll see that nobody else comes in." He lighted a cigar, shoved his hands into his trousers pockets and walked insolently toward the exit. The majority of the men were grinning. Tear down this place? Kill the goose that laid the golden egg?
The crew gave me no more trouble. They've been paid their dividends in the Great Adventure Company, and have gone seeking others. But I'll warrant they'll take only regular berths in the future. And now those beads. I'm sorry, but I'm also innocent. I have learned that Morrissy really double-crossed us all. He had had a copy made in Venice. The beads you have are forgeries.
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