I could see that T-S had never thought of it before; also,
that he found it interesting to think of. Carpenter went on: "If
your picture was on it, then every one would know what it meant.
People would say: 'Render unto T-S the things that are T-S's.' When
you were paying off your mobs, you would pay them with your own
money, and whenever they spent it, the people would bow to Caesar--I
mean to T-S."
He said it without the trace of a smile; and T-S had no idea there
was a smile anywhere in the neighborhood. In a business-like tone he
said: "I'll tink about it." Then he went on: "You give it to de
strikers--"
But Carpenter interrupted: "It was you who were going to give it. I
cannot give nor take money."
"You mean you von't take it to dem?"
"I couldn't possibly do it, Mr. T-S."
"But, man--"
"Your promise was that _you_ would come and give it. Now do so."
"But, Mr. Carpenter, if I vas to do such a ting, it vould cost me a
million dollars. I vould git into a row vit de Merchants' and
Manufacturers' Association, dey vould boycott my business, dey vould
give me a black eye all over de country.
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