He had been pleased when she agreed there was a need for further unionization among workers. It was when he’d mentioned his concerns over his mother’s well-being that Ellen had been quick to warn him about what he already knew: his involvement in the labor movement could spell disaster for him as well as for his mother. Fred squared his shoulders. ‘‘When the time comes, I’ll need to take a stand alongside the other men. Such choices are difficult, but unless we’re committed to the cause of creating better conditions for everyone, I fear change will not happen within the company. No doubt there will be families who suffer.’’ Miss Ashton quickened her step to keep pace. ‘‘Unfortunately, the fear of retribution is a strong weapon of the capitalist. I don’t believe the common workingman is a coward. Instead, he feels compelled to shy away from the labor movement for the sake of his family. One can’t fault a man for honoring his personal obligations.’’ The ostrich plumes that trimmed the crown of Miss Ashton’s scallop-edged hat waved in the light spring breeze.
