Chapter 65

“Shut your face, Nate.”

His brother made a rude sound. “I’ve got to go get Father Thompson. Dunno why he needs to be there. None of the women in our tenement get a priest in when their men die.”

“Mrs. Pettigrew is a lady. They’re more delicate.”

“Delicate my ass.” Nate made another rude sound.

“Just go.” Bart took the newspaper and left his brother standing there with a sulky expression on his face, and went looking for Mr. Wagner.

Some bosses were horrible to work for, but Alex Wagner was a good man. He didn’t work the men overly hard, and he paid them a fair day’s wage. He was the one who’d encouraged Bart to go to the Cooper Institute to hear Mr. Lincoln’s speech, and if he hadn’t been past the age of recruitment, he would have joined up the first day the president called for volunteers.

“Sure, Bart,” he said after Bart told him. “And tell your friend and his ma how sorry I am.”