Odd, wasn't it ?" "I see nothing odd in a telegram for you." "I mean in the telegram itself." "I could not answer that unless I saw it." "Of course," said Harvey with a laugh, wheeling about in his chair and picking up one of the yellow slips of paper which the Western Union furnishes its patrons gratis.
"There, read _that_," he added, passing it to Hugh O'Hara, who looked at it with no little curiosity.
It was dated in the city of New York and signed by Johnson W.Bradley, father of Harvey, and President of the Rollo Mills Company.

This was the body of the telegram: "Don't lose sight of the interests of your men.

Before hiring other hands _try arbitration_." "That _is_ rather odd," said Hugh; leaning forward, so as to hand the telegram back to his employer, "but it is sound wisdom all the same." "Undoubtedly; but are you convinced that I agree to your terms not because of gratitude, but because I believe them right ?" "I am satisfied," said Hugh; "have you sent the notice to the hands ?" "Yes.

I wonder that you did not hear of it on the way here." Hugh smiled.
"Of course I heard of it.

I knew it long ago, but I did not know _why_ you had decided to restore our time to what it was and to pay the same wages; _that_ I have learned from yourself.