One day, however, when the secretary
appealed to her for a further loan with which to pay fines for
arrested pickets and assist some of the neediest strikers, she flew
into a passion. "What do you want of me, murderers that you are?"
she cried, bursting into tears.
"Haven't I done enough? Have you no hearts?"
A minute or two later she yielded
"Bleed me, bleed me, cruel people that you are!" she said, pointing
at her heart, as she started toward her savings bank
I was moved. When my spy had departed I paced the floor for
some minutes.
Then, pausing, I smilingly declared to Bender my determination to
ask the union for a committee. He was overjoyed and shook my
hand solemnly
One of my bookkeepers was to communicate with the strike
committee in the afternoon. Two hours before the time set for
their meeting I saw in one of the afternoon papers an interview
with the president of the union. His statements were so unjust to
me, I thought, and so bitter, that the fighting blood was again up
in my veins
But the image of Gussie giving her hard-earned money to help the
strikers haunted me.
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