I　heard　a　man　named　Rolfe　yesterday〃
  The　girl　gave　her　a　radiant　smile。
  〃Rolfe！　　It　is　beautiful；　what　Rolfe　said。　　You　think　so？　　I　think　so。　　I
  am　for　the　cause；　I　hate　the　capitalist。　　We　will　win；　and　get　more
  money；　until　we　have　all　the　money。　　We　will　be　rich。　　And　you；　why　do
  you　strike？〃
  〃I　was　mad；　too；〃　Janet　replied　simply。
  〃Revenge！〃　exclaimed　the　girl；　glittering　again。　　〃I　understan'。　　Here
  come　the　scabs！　　Now　I　show　you。〃
  The　light　had　grown；　but　the　stores　were　still　closed　and　barred。　　Along
  Faber　Street；　singly　or　in　little　groups；　anxiously　glancing　around　them；
  behind　them；　came　the　workers　who　still　clung　desperately　to　their　jobs。
  Gemma　fairly　darted　at　two　girls　who　sought　the　edge　of　the　sidewalk；
  seizing　them　by　the　sleeves；　and　with　piteous　expressions　they　listened
  while　she　poured　forth　on　them　a　stream　of　Italian。　　After　a　moment　one
  tore　herself　away；　but　the　other　remained　and　began　to　ask　questions。
  Presently　she　turned　and　walked　slowly　away　in　the　direction　from　which
  she　had　come。
  〃I　get　her；〃　exclaimed　Gemma；　triumphantly。
  〃What　did　you　say？〃　asked　Janet。
  〃Listenthat　she　take　the　bread　from　our　mouths；　she　is　traditorescab。
  We　strike　for　them；　too；　is　it　not　so？
  It　is　no　use　for　them　to　work　for　wages　that　starve。　　We　win　the　strike；
  we　get　good　wages　for　all。　　Here　comes　anothershe　is　a　Jewessyou　try；
  you　spik。〃
  Janet　failed　with　the　Jewess；　who　obstinately　refused　to　listen　or　reply
  as　the　two　walked　along　with　her；　one　on　either　side。　　Near　West　Street
  they　spied　a　policeman；　and　desisted。　　Up　and　down　Faber　Street；
  everywhere；　the　game　went　on：　but　the　police　were　watchful；　and　once　a
  detachment　of　militia　passed。　　The　picketing　had　to　be　done　quickly；　in
  the　few　minutes　that　were　to　elapse　before　the　gates　should　close。
  Janet's　blood　ran　faster；　she　grew　excited；　absorbed；　bolder　as　she
  perceived　the　apologetic　attitude　of　the　〃scabs〃　and　she　began　to　despise
  them　with　Gemma's　heartiness；　and　soon　she　had　lost　all　sense　of　surprise
  at　finding　herself　arguing；　pleading；　appealing　to　several　women　in　turn；
  fluently；　in　the　language　of　the　industrial　revolution。　　Somebecause
  she　was　an　Americanexamined　her　with　furtive　curiosity；　others
  pretended　not　to　understand；　accelerating　their　pace。　　She　gained　no
  converts　that　morning；　but　one　girl；　pale；　anemic　with　high　cheek　bones
  evidently　a　Slavlistened　to　her　intently。
  〃I　gotta　right　to　work；〃　she　said。
  〃Not　if　others　will　starve　because　you　work；〃　objected　Janet。
  〃If　I　don't　work　I　starve；〃　said　the　girl。
  〃No；　the　Committee　will　take　care　of　youthere　will　be　food　for　all。
  How　much　do　you　get　now？〃
  〃Four　dollar　and　a　half。〃
  〃You　starve　now；〃　Janet　declared　contemptuously。　　〃The　quicker　you　join
  us；　the　sooner　you'll　get　a　living　wage。〃
  The　girl　was　not　quite　convinced。　　She　stood　for　a　while　undecided；　and
  then　ran　abruptly　off　in　the　direction　of　West　Street。　　Janet　sought　for
  others；　but　they　had　ceased　coming；　only　the　scattered；　prowling
  picketers　remained。
  Over　the　black　rim　of　the　Clarendon　Mill　to　the　eastward　the　sky　had
  caught　fire。　　The　sun　had　risen；　the　bells　were　ringing　riotously；
  resonantly　in　the　clear；　cold　air。　　Another　working　day　had　begun。
  Janet；　benumbed　with　cold；　yet　agitated　and　trembling　because　of　her
  unwonted　experience　of　the　morning；　made　her　way　back　to　Fillmore　Street。
  She　was　prepared　to　answer　any　questions　her　mother　might　ask；　as　they
  ate　their　dismal　breakfast；　and　Hannah　asked　no　questions；　she　longed　to
  blurt　out　where　she　had　been；　to　announce　that　she　had　cast　her　lot　with
  the　strikers；　the　foreigners；　to　defend　them　and　declare　that　these　were
  not　to　blame　for　the　misfortunes　of　the　family；　but　men　like　Ditmar　and
  the　owners　of　the　mills；　the　capitalists。　　Her　mother；　she　reflected
  bitterly；　had　never　once　betrayed　any　concern　as　to　her　shattered
  happiness。　　But　gradually；　as　from　time　to　time　she　glanced　covertly　at
  Hannah's　face；　her　resentment　gave　way　to　apprehension。　　Hannah　did　not
  seem　now　even　to　be　aware　of　her　presence；　this　persistent　apathy　filled
  her　with　a　dread　she　did　not　dare　to　acknowledge。
  〃Mother！〃　she　cried　at　last。
  Hannah　started。　　〃Have　you　finished？〃　she　asked。
  〃Yes。〃
  〃You've　b'en　out　in　the　cold；　and　you　haven't　eaten　much。〃　　Janet　fought
  back　her　tears。　　〃Oh　yes；　I　have；〃　she　managed　to　reply；　convinced　of　the
  futility　of　speech；　of　all　attempts　to　arouse　her　mother　to　a　realization
  of　the　situation。　　Perhapsthough　her　heart　contracted　at　the　thought
  perhaps　it　was　a　merciful　thing！　　But　to　live；　day　after　day；　in　the
  presence　of　that　comfortless　apathy！。。。　　Later　in　the　morning　she　went
  out；　to　walk　the　streets；　and　again　in　the　afternoon；　and　twice　she
  turned　her　face　eastward；　in　the　direction　of　the　Franco…Belgian　Hall。
  Her　courage　failed　her。　　How　would　these　foreigners　and　the　strange
  leaders　who　had　come　to　organize　them　receive　her；　Ditmar's　stenographer？
  She　would　have　to　tell　them　she　was　Ditmar's　stenographer；　they　would
  find　it　out。　　And　now　she　was　filled　with　doubts　about　Rolfe。　　Had　he
  really　thought　she　could　be　of　use　to　them！　　Around　the　Common；　in　front
  of　the　City　Hall　men　went　about　their　affairs　alertly；　or　stopped　one
  another　to　talk　about　the　strike。　　In　Faber　Street；　indeed；　an　air　of
  suppressed　excitement　prevailed；　newsboys　were　shouting　out　extras；　but
  business　went　on　as　though　nothing　had　happened　to　disturb　it。　　There
  was；　however；　the　spectacle；　unusual　at　this　time　of　day；　of　operatives
  mingling　with　the　crowd；　while　policemen　stood　watchfully　at　the　corners；
  a　company　of　soldiers　marched　by；　drawing　the　people　in　silence　to　the
  curb。　　Janet　scanned　the　faces　of　these　idle　operatives；　they　seemed　for
  the　most　part　either　calm　or　sullen；　wanting　the　fire　and　passion　of　the
  enthusiasts　who　had　come　out　to　picket　in　the　early　hours　of　the　day；　she
  sought　vainly　for　the　Italian　girl　with　whom　she　had　made　friends。
  Despondency　grew　in　her；　a　sense　of　isolation；　of　lacking　any　one；　now；
  to　whom　she　might　turn；　and　these　feelings　were　intensified　by　the　air　of
  confidence　prevailing　here。　　The　strike　was　crushed；　injustice　and　wrong
  had　triumphedwould　always　triumph。　　In　front　of　the　Banner　office　she
  heard　a　man　say　to　an　acquaintance　who　had　evidently　just　arrived　in
  town：
  〃The　Chippering？　　Sure；　that's　running。　　By　to…morrow　Ditmar'll　have　a
  full　force　there。　　Now　that　the　militia　has　come；　I　guess　we've　got　this
  thing　scotched。。。〃
  Just　how　and　when　that　order　and　confidence　of　Faber　Street　began　to　be
  permeated　by　disquietude　and　alarm；　Janet　could　not　have　said。　　Something
  was　happening；　somewhereor　about　to　happen。　　An　obscure；　apparently
  telepathic　process　was　at　work。　　People　began　to　hurry　westward；　a　few
  had　abandoned　the　sidewalk　and　were　running；　while　other　pedestrians；
  more　timid；　were　equally　concerned　to　turn　and　hasten　in　the　opposite
  direction。　　At　the　corner　of　West　Street　was　gathering　a　crowd　that　each
  moment　grew　larger　and　larger；　despite　the　efforts　of　the　police　to
  disperse　it。　　These　were　strikers；　angry　strikers。　　They　blocked　the
  traffic；　halted　the　clanging　trolleys；　surged　into　the　mouth　of　West
  Street；　booing　and　cursing　at　the　soldiers　whose　threatening　line　of
  bayonets　stretched　across　that　thoroughfare　half…way　down　toward　the
  canal；　guarding　the　detested　Chippering　Mill。　　Bordering　West　Street；
  behind　the　company's　lodging…houses　on　the　canal；　were　certain　low
  buildings；　warehouses；　and　on　their　roofs　tense　figures　could　be　seen
  standing　out　against　the　sky。　　The　vanguard　of　the　mob；　thrust　on　by
  increasing　pressure　from　behind；　tumbled　backward　the　thin　cordon　of
  police；　drew　nearer　and　nearer　the　bayonets；　while　the　soldiers　grimly
  held　their　ground。　　A　voice　was　heard　on　the　roof；　a　woman　in　the　front
  rank　of　the　mob　gave　a　warning　shriek；　and　two　swift　streams　of　icy　water
  burst　forth　from　the　warehouse　parapet；　tearing　the　snow　from　the
  cobbles；　flying　in　heavy；　stinging　spray　as　it　advanced　and　mowed　the
  strikers　down　and　drove　them　like　flies　toward　Faber　Street。　　Screams　of
  fright；　curses　of　defiance　and　hate　mingled　with　the　hissing　of　the　water
  and　the　noise　of　its　impact　with　the　groundlike　the　tearing　of　heavy
  sail…cloth。　　Then；　from　somewhere　near　the　edge　of　the　mob；　came　a
  single；　sharp　detonation；　quickly　followed　by　anotherbelow　the　watchmen
  on　the　roof　a　window　crashed。　　The　nozzles　on　the　roof　were　raised；　their
  streams；　sweeping　around　in　a　great　semi…circle；　bowled　down　the　rioters
  below　the　tell…tale　wisps　of　smoke；　and　no　sooner　had　the　avalanche　of
  water　passed　than　the　policemen　who；　forewarned；　had　sought　refuge　along
  the　walls；　rushed　forward　and　seized　a　man　who　lay　gasping　on　the　snow。
  Dazed；　half　drowned；　he　had　dropped　his　pistol。　　They　handeuffed　him　and
  dragged　him　away　through　the　ranks　of　the　soldiers；　which　opened　for　him
  to　pass。　　The　mob；　including　those　who　had　been　flung　down；　bruised　and
  drenched；　and　who　had　painfully　got　to　their　feet　again；　had　backed
  beyond　the　reach　of　the　water；　and　for　a　while　held　that　ground；　until
  above　its　hoarse；　defiant　curses　was　heard；　from　behind；　the　throbbing　of
  d