The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-22
THE MORNING SUNDAY. 88sTwELvE PAGES

everywhere. He expatiated in eloouent
words upon the advantages Of a general
division of property among the masses;
spoke very strongly OF the crimes OF land
owning and property-holding, and pre-
dicted day of adjustment sooner or later.
1t was all splendidly discoursed, although
others, besides myself, believed that it was
arrant nonsense and most pernicious doc
trlne.
AT last he paused. He looked to see the
effect on his auditors.
"'Pardon, NJ. Bebel,' said l. Are Won
not the owner Of Villa Park, that beautiful
estate in the suburbsF
YES was the reply. 1t Is nv own.
made all of it hy hard work with hands and
brains
"'And of the fine building in which you
resideF persisted.
THAT also is mine,' answered Bebel.
You know the place, thenF
Intimately said ]. Now, NJ. Bebel.
may inquire why you do not sell that
beautiful estate aud divide the money
among your fellowsP
1.-THE great apostle of equality stood UP
and faced the eyes OF those who sat around
answer. He held up his glass and even
smiled
DO you think / am such IA fool as thatr
he inquired coolly. Let others begin. 1t is
l who am to preach the doctrine; is is not
for me to begin it And he tossed off his
wine and turned to his next neighbor, as
though their talk had never been inter
| rupted an instant
but Bebel is only a type. The pro-
| fessional agitator can be found everywhere.
aud he is here in New York. Some time
ago, had occasion to do service to the
editor of the socialist organ in New York.
| IL was small matter, and had forgotten
all about it, when, one day. | was pressed
| by him to come to dinner. That evening |
| proceeded to the Cafe Martineli, where we
dlned In private room. Madame ---
was OF the company. The socialist editor
was In evening dress, with wide expanse
of linen bosom and the courtiiest of man
ners. He sat while we waited for the table,
and trimmed his finger-nails with the ut
most care. AT dinner he was all attention
| About o'clock the lady remarked
| Had you not better be goingp
II inquired the reason in some surprise
| He has to address me citing she ex-
| planned.
Il win soon return, said the editor. Il
| must, however, make change in my
wardrobe, and will ask you to excuse me a
little And so saying, he bowed and
stepped into small room off the one in
which we were dining. In q few
minutes he reappeared, and I could
scarcely credit my eyes when l
| looked up at the man who came for
ward to speak to me. 1t was the socialist
editor, but how metamorphosed? His
dress coat was replaced by an older and
| very seedy overcoat; his immaculate shirt
had retired and one of red flannel had been
| substituted; his hat was in keeping with
| this protean Transformation, and even his
hair, L thought, was tumbled to a degree
that suited the new character he had as
sumed. Madame laughed
| Pm going, my FRIEND said the socialist,
but will not be long away. Pray stop
| till | return and we will have a partine
| glass of wine together
| II sat dumb with astonishment. To
them this whole performance seemed such
a matter of fact thdt / was persuaded it
was common occurrence
| I'm an hour, or less, he was back, and,
merely saying word in passing, he again
entered the little room. In few minutes
he reappeared in evening dress as at the
first, and took his seat with smile.
/ "'One has to be like those among whom
he mingles,' said he, coolly, by way of ex-
PLANTATION. Again he gave attention to his
fingers. He held one hand to his nose
| 'PahP he exclaimed, with dramatic
gesture. 1T smells of the mobr
my idol was shattered / had known
him for years and had believed him in
earnest in the views he advocated Do you
wonder, now, when / assert that there are
in New York socialists and anarchists who
are such for revenue only"