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e。 At League meetings one heard the plain truth； sometimes extremely startling plain truth。 The League had no favors to ask of anybody； had nothing to conceal； was strongly opposed to any and all political concealments。 Thus； its speakers enjoyed a freedom not usual in political speakingand Dorn and his fellow…leaders were careful that no router； no exaggerator or well intentioned wild man of any kind should open his mouth under a league banner。 THAT was what made the League so dangerousand so steadily prosperous。
The chairman； Thomas Colman； the cooper； was opening the meeting in a speech which was an instance of how well a man of no platform talent can acquit himself when he believes something and believes it is his duty to convey it to his fellow…men。 Victor Dorn； to be the fourth speaker and the orator of the evening； was standing at the rear of the platform partially concealed by the crowd of men and women leaders of the party grouped behind Colman。 As always at the big formal demonstrations of the League； Victor was watching every move。 This evening his anxiety was deeper than ever before。 His trained political sagacity warned him that； as he had suggested to Selma； the time of his party's first great crisis was at hand。 No movement could become formidable with out a life and death struggle； when its aim frankly was to snatch power from the dominant class and to place it where that class could not hope to prevail either by direct means of force or by its favorite indirect means of bribery。 What would Kelly do？ What would be his stroke at the very life of the League？ for Victor had measured Kelly and knew he was not one to strike until he could destroy。
Like every competent man of action； Victor had measured his own abilities； and had found that they were to be relied upon。 But the contest between him and Kelly the contest in the last ditchwas so appallingly unequal。 Kelly had the courts and the police； the moneyed class； the employers of labor； had the clergy and well…dressed respectability； the newspapers； all the customary arbiters of public sentiment。 Also； he had the criminal and the semi…criminal classes。 And what had the League？
The letter of the law； guaranteeing freedom of innocent speech and action； guaranteeing the purity of the ballotno； not guaranteeing； but simply asserting those rights； and leaving the upholding of them toKelly's allies and henchmen！ Also； the League had the power of between a thousand and fifteen hundred intelligent and devoted men and about the same number of womena solid phalanx of great might； of might far beyond its numbers。 Finally； it had Victor Dorn。 He had no mean opinion of his value to the movement； but he far and most modestly underestimated it。 The human way of rallying to an abstract principle is by way of a standard bearera man personalitya real or fancied incarnation of the ideal to be struggled for。 And to the Workingmen's League； to the movement for conquering Remsen City for the mass of its citizens； Victor Dorn was that incarnation。
Kelly could use violenceviolence disguised as law； violence candidly and brutally lawless。 Victor Dorn could only use lawful meansclearly and cautiously lawful means。 He must at all costs prevent the use of force against him and his partymust give Kelly no pretext for using the law lawlessly。 If Kelly used force against him； whether the perverted law of the courts or open lawlessness； he must meet it with peace。 If Kelly smote him on the right cheek he must give him the left to be smitten。
When the League could outvote Kelly； thenanother policy； still of calmness and peace and civilization； but not so meek。 But until the League could outvote Kelly； nothing but patient endurance。
Every man in the League had been drilled in this strategy。 Every man understoodand to be a member of the League meant that one was politically educated。 Victor believed in his associates as he believed in himself。 Still； human nature was human nature。 If Kelly should suddenly offer some adroit outrageous provocation would the League be able to resist？
Victor； on guard； studied the crowd spreading out from the platform in a gigantic fan。 Nothing there to arouse suspicion； ten or twelve thousand of working class men and women。 His glance pushed on out toward the edges of the crowdtoward the saloons and alleys of the disreputable south side of Market Square。 His glance traveled slowly along； pausing upon each place where these loungers； too far away to hear； were gathered into larger groups。 Why he did not know； but suddenly his glance wheeled to the right； and then as suddenly to the leftthe west and the east ends of the square。 There； on either side he recognized； in the farthest rim of the crowd； several of the men who did Kelly's lowest kinds of dirty workthe brawlers； the repeaters； the leaders of gangs； the false witnesses for petty corporation damage cases。 A second glance； and he saw or； perhaps； divinedpurpose in those sinister presences。 He looked for the policethe detail of a dozen bluecoats always assigned to large open…air meetings。 Not a policeman was to be seen。
Victor pushed through the crowd on the platform； advanced to the side of Colman。 ‘‘Just a minute； Tom；'' he said。 ‘‘I've got to say a wordat once。''
Colman had fallen back； Victor Dorn was facing the crowdHIS crowdthe men and women who loved him。 In the clear； friendly； natural voice that marked him for the leader born； the honest leader of an honest cause； he said：
‘‘My friends； if there is an attempt to disturb this meeting； remember what we of the League stand for。 No violence。 Draw away from every disturber； and wait for the police to act。 If the police stop our meeting； let themand be ready to go to court and testify to the exact words of the speaker on which the meeting was stopped。 Remember； we must be more lawful than the law itself！''
He was turning away。 A cheer was risinga belated cheer； because his words had set them all to thinking and to observing。 From the left of the crowd； a dozen yards away from the platform； came a stone heavily rather than swiftly flung； as from an impeded hand。 In full view of all it curved across the front of the platform and struck Victor Dorn full in the side of the head。
He threw up his hands。
‘‘Boysremember！'' he shouted with a terrible energy then； he staggered forward and fell from the platform into the crowd。
The stone was a signal。 As it flew； into the crowd from every direction the Beech Hollow gangs tore their way； yelling and cursing and striking out right and left trampling children； knocking down women； pouring out the foulest insults。 The street lamps all round Market Square went out； the torches on the platform were torn down and extinguished。 And in a dimness almost pitch dark a riot that involved that whole mass of people raged hideously。 Yells and screams and groans； the shrieks of women； the piteous appeals of childrenbenches torn up for weaponsmad slashing aboutsnarls and singings of pain…stricken groups then police whistles； revolvers fired in the air； and the quick； regular tramp of disciplined forces。 The police strangely ready； strangely inactive u