The second meeting was calmly deliberative and it finally voted a reconsideration, and the strike resolution was overwhelmingly defeated.
If this were a novel, it would be fine to record in this chapter that the young orator who at the last moment turned the tide and saved the day became the hero of the union and was unanimously elected president.
That's the way these things go in fiction.

And that is exactly what happened.

In due time I found myself at the head of the Local, and nearly every man had voted for me.

I started negotiations for more frequent paydays, and a few months later we were being paid on the first and fifteenth of the month.

Life is indeed dramatic,--at least it has seemed so to me.