"And I am almost certain, mademoiselle, that, in the long run, affairs conducted with uprightness and honesty turn out well.But to return to our speculator.`Here,' will he say, `are my workmen, living close to my factory, well lodged, well warmed, and arriving always fresh at their work.That is not all; the English workman who eats good beef, and drinks good beer, does twice as much, in the same time, as the French workman,[32] reduced to a detestable kind of food, rather weakening than the reverse, thanks to the poisonous *****eration of the articles he consumes.My workmen will then labor much better, if they eat much better.How shall I manage it without loss? Now I think of it, what is the food in barracks, schools, even prisons? Is it not the union of individual resources which procures an amount of comfort impossible to realize without such an association? Now, if my two hundred and sixty workmen, instead of cooking two hundred and sixty detestable dinners, were to unite to prepare one good dinner for all of them, which might be done, thanks to the savings of all sorts that would ensue, what an advantage for me and them! Two or three women, aided by children, would suffice to make ready the daily repasts; instead of buying wood and charcoal in fractions,[33] and so paying for it double its value, the association of my workmen would, upon my security (their wages would be an efficient security for me in return), lay in their own stock of wood, flour, butter, oil, wine, etc., all which they would procure directly from the producers.Thus, they would pay three or four sous for a bottle of pure wholesome wine, instead of paying twelve or fifteen sous for poison.Every week the association would buy a whole ox, and some sheep, and the women would make bread, as in the country.Finally, with these resources, and order, and economy, my workmen may have wholesome, agreeable, and sufficient food, for from twenty to twenty-five sous a day.'"
"Ah! this explains it, M.Agricola."
"It is not all, mademoiselle.Our cool-headed speculator would continue:
`Here are my workmen well lodged, well warmed, well fed, with a saving of at least half; why should they not also be warmly clad? Their health will then have every chance of being good, and health is labor.The association will buy wholesale, and at the manufacturing price (still upon my security, secured to me by their wages), warm, good, strong materials, which a portion of the workmen's wives will be able to make into clothes as well as any tailor.Finally, the consumption of caps and shoes being considerable, the association will obtain them at a great reduction in price.' Well, Mdlle.Angela! what do you say to our speculator?"
"I say, M.Agricola," answered the young girl; with ingenuous admiration, "that it is almost incredible, and yet so ******!"
"No doubt, nothing is more ****** than the good and beautiful, and yet we think of it so seldom.Observe, that our man has only been speaking with a view to his own interest--only considering the material side of the question--reckoning for nothing the habit of fraternity and mutual aid, which inevitably springs from living together in common--not reflecting that a better mode of life improves and softens the character of man--not thinking of the support and instruction which the strong owe to the weak-
--not acknowledging, in fine, that the honest, active, and industrious man has a positive right to demand employment from society, and wages proportionate to the wants of his condition.No, our speculator only thinks of the gross profits; and yet, you see, he invests his money in buildings at five per cent., and finds the greatest advantages in the material comfort of his workmen."
"It is true, M.Agricola."
"And what will you say, mademoiselle, when I prove to you that our speculator finds also a great advantage in giving to his workmen, in addition to their regular wages, a proportionate share of his profits?"
"That appears to me more difficult to prove, M.Agricola."
"Yet I will convince you of it in a few minutes."
Thus conversing, Angela and Agricola had reached the garden-gate of the Common Dwelling-house.An elderly woman, dressed plainly, but with care and neatness, approached Agricola, and asked him: "Has M.Hardy returned to the factory, sir?"
"No, madame; but we expect him hourly."
"To-day, perhaps?"
"To-day or to-morrow, madame."
"You cannot tell me at what hour he will be here?"
"I do not think it is known, madame, but the porter of the factory, who also belongs to M.Hardy's private house, may, perhaps, be able to inform you."
"I thank you, sir."
"Quite welcome, madame."
"M.Agricola," said Angela, when the woman who had just questioned him was gone, "did you remark that this lady was very pale and agitated?"
"I noticed it as you did, mademoiselle; I thought I saw tears standing in her eyes."
"Yes, she seemed to have been crying.Poor woman! perhaps she came to ask assistance of M.Hardy.But what ails you, M.Agricola? You appear quite pensive."
Agricola had a vague presentiment that the visit of this elderly woman with so sad a countenance, had some connection with the adventure of the young and pretty lady, who, three days before had come all agitated and in tears to inquire after M.Hardy, and who had learned--perhaps too late--that she was watched and followed.
"Forgive me, mademoiselle," said Agricola to Angela; but the presence of this old lady reminded me of a circumstance, which, unfortunately, I cannot tell you, for it is a secret that does not belong to me alone."
"Oh! do not trouble yourself, M.Agricola," answered the young girl, with a smile; "I am not inquisitive, and what we were talking of before interests me so much, that I do not wish to hear you speak of anything else."
"Well, then mademoiselle, I will say a few words more, and you will be as well informed as I am of the secrets of our association."
"I am listening, M.Agricola."