Arizona republican., 1912-02-04
The Strife
By PETER CLARK MAcFARLANE.
(copyrisht, 1910, by the Pearson
 Publishing Co.)

By this time the hall was packed from corner to corner with a seething mass of men. and Martin had delib- erately climbed onto the platform and stood by the table in the center of 1t, with his old, defiant attitude, listening to the shouts and cries, and yet grad ually calming them by his own calm ness When, finally. something like quiet was restored, Martin spoke.
 Now, boys" he said. "I come here 10 tell you why worked today"
 Something in his tone, as well as the indefinable quality of his manner, inn pressed the men afresh. With the qnickness and the vividness of light ming flash there seemed to flow into the crowd consciousness a quaver Of doubt, and then perhaps more, a glim- mer of possibility that after all Martin might not be a traitor, and may have had some reason for working that was not discernible nor applicable in ad- vance. Still this thought was no more than sufficient to poise their passion for a moment. Martin must come through with a satisfactory explana- tion if he would save himself. Why was he hesitating? Why, as he started finally to speak. did he turn and look once more at Bolan? For a moment there was silence yet more tense: And then Bolan. who, net prepared for this unlooked-for crisis, was filled with ter rible perplexity. saw his course flash out before him like the track of a searchlight.
 Its all right, boys," Bolan shouted. Martin worked today under secret or ders from me. He's probably saved the strike. There ain't many men that would have had the nerve to pull on what he did to-day, but be done it, and I'm proud of him"
 Why didn't you tell us that at the meeting this afternoon, Bolan?" shout ed one recalcitrant. Whats the use of us getting all tore to pieces this way thinkin' Jack had quit?"
 We told you there wasn't nothin' to worry about" answered Bolan. "G reckon you got sense enough t know that we couldn't put out on the bulletin board what We was doin, haven't you?"
 Bolan himself was doing some more rapid thinking. John Martin with su- preme audacity had blocked his scheme for the destruction of the casting, and had forced Bolan into a position where he was forced to father Martins seem ing disloyalty in order 10 protect him. self and the whole Union from the damaging effect of the story that Mar tin was prepared to tell in order to carry his point. IL was clear that Ma tin held the whip hand. Bolan had all ready capitulated It remained now only for him 10 march out of the works, and this he promptly did. Drawing a telegram from his pocket he held it up before them.
 Boys" he began. I'm going to let Vou in on a little secret. I've been president of this local ever since it was born. This afternoon I was elect ed a vice-president of the Interna- tional. John Martins been regularly nominated and posted as a candidate for President of our local. Tonight is your regular meeting night and your annual election. Tonight I want 10 see you make John Martin your presi- dent by exclamation. Will you do it?"
 The unhesitating and thunderous aye that resounded revealed to Bolsn more clearly than anything else could how completely and how surprisingly in his own mind at least. he had been sue ceeded in the leadership of the Union by John Martin.
 The evening meeting was over. Bolan had remained behind to turn over some papers to his successor in office. When this was accomplished the ex.president still fingered. An awkward silence ensued.
 We'll" exclaimed Martin, after some moments.
 You beat me today" said Bolan grudgingly, but it's no sign you'll do it the next time"
 Its a sign I'll try good and hard" replied Martin with testy emphasis. Then he laid a half-smoked cigar upon the table. got up and walked around to where Bolan stood, and remarked in cisively;
 "I recognize, Bolan, that the fight be- tween us goes on. I'm president of this local, but you're vice-president of the International. We stand for different things. I'm an idealist. You're an opportunist We represent two classes of men. They're in our local. They're on our Executive Committee. They're in the International Council. The strife is on continually. But wherever there's a fight between principles and prsc- tices, progress is goin' to be made. I