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expression that they were horrified beyond words. Mr. Lyon was all colors of the rainbow. He was just feeling terrible. John Mitchell was explosive and white. He was in a kind of white horror that such things could be said. I took pains to take the letter back because I knew those modest gentlemen might “lose” it. I took it back and put it in my purse and kept it there. It had been given to me under a pledge that I would use it only when I had to and properly.

It got along to about quarter to ten. We were making no headway at all. Harvey Ferris had finished his last denial. Rumbling, murmuring and muttering had begun around the workers and the people at the window. Is at up beside Mr. Mitchell and said, “I don't see but one thing to do. I think you'll have to read that letter. Explain to them first in a few well-chosen words why the workers are so irritated, so sulking, so resentful.” The letter had never been made public. It had been given to me by the men to whom it was sent. I had shown it to Mitchell and Lyon. It hadn't been read publicly. Percy Somebody-or-Other, Harvey Ferris and another man knew what was in that letter. Everybody in town practically knew what was in it, although they hadn't seen it. By word of mouth like one of those underground things it had gone around and around and around.





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