Without further reply, Mr. Bulger hurried into the factory. For the first time in his life this wily, easy-going gentleman had work to do, and it gave him no rest. Gaffney helped him, and he kept-the men with us, although they had gone so far in the way of discontent, upon which he himself had led them, that Mr. Bulger was in sore trouble. Old and new forces had begun a conflict which was to last for half a century. Hand labor _versus_ machines became an issue in the campaign of James Henry McCarthy, and nearly defeated him. He went to New York and remained there until Bulger had struggled up to the convention with a majority of two. When the nomination was secure he told us about one of the winning votes. It had been a stubborn fight in the town of Edgewood. The night before the caucus he knew that he needed one vote to secure his delegate. A politician of the name of Barber had worked against him, and spent a good deal of money. Late in the evening he hired a horse and drove to the house of a certain farmer who lived about a mile from the village. He had learned that Barber had bought the vote of this man. The farmer let him in. “I want to talk with you and your wife about an important matter,” said he. Soon they both sat beside him. “You are supposed to be respectable people,” said Bulger. “You have some property and two children, and of course you'd like to have a good name.” The farmer agreed. “Well, now, I've come here to inform you that Barber got drunk this evening, and has been telling down there at the hotel that he had bought your vote.” “Then don't you vote for his candidate,” said the wife to her husband. “If you do, everybody will believe the story.” “And he voted for our delegate,” said Bulger, as he turned to the hand-made gentleman. “That's the kind of a fight I've had on my hands, but now the worst is over.” “Not yet,” said McCarthy. “There's the shame of such a victory, and that will fall upon me. I don't like it.” “Oh, you're one o' them high-moral cusses!” said Mr. Bulger, with a look of contempt. Then said the hand-made gentleman: “My morals are just high enough to believe in fair play.” “Well, you don't have to answer for my sins,” Mr. Bulger retorted. “I'm not sure of that.” “You're in the game of politics, young man,” Bulger went on. “You've got to take it as it is or keep out. It's as tricky and full o' bluff as a game o' poker. I'd like to see you make it better. You'll have a chance by-and-by; go ahead and see what you can do.”