Day after day O’Hara watched the roses wither on the cheeks of his daughter, Cathleen. And his longing to free her from the drudgery and danger of her work in no wise decreased when with the suddenness of fate an accident at her machine almost took her from him entirely. The foreman, observed, understood, and filed the knowledge in his memory for future use in the pitiless game for gain. When the employer’s persistent refusal to install safety devices had threatened to precipitate a strike which he could ill afford; when to save his contracts he had been forced to submit to their demands of arbitration, and O’Hara had been chosen as the representative of his fellow workers, then the foreman realized that the opportunity for use of the knowledge he had gained was at hand. Though other demands might be acceded to, the very marrow of the bone of contention, the installation of safety devices must be passed through in the employer’s favor, and for the purpose of bribing the delegate, a stated sum had been allowed the foreman, “enough to send Cathleen to school,” was the bait the tempter offered. The foreman used his weapons well. When O’Hara left for the conference next day he carried with him, along with the good wishes of the workers he was to betray, a burden of conscience. And fifteen minutes later a messenger, hearing the news of Cathleen’s injury, was hurrying after. Realizing how the news would affect O’Hara’s decision, the foreman decided to stop the messenger. An exciting race ensued. Money’s might was again brought into play. The messenger was delayed and arrived too late. O’Hara had signed away the rights of his fellow workers. At the bedside of his daughter, Cathleen, O’Hara realizes his mistake, when the foreman tendered him the price of betrayal, of love and of his conscience.