The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-06-08

and shoulders to express intoxication
land he sleeps too much today when
Emile go out and Gerard-he go too,
and nobody know. I will tell you
anysing-we are not of the clob; we
housekeep; me and Pierre"
but what did they do to Gerard
before he went away?"
The woman was ready and anxious
to tell anything. Gerard had been Sc
lected to do something-what 1t was
exactly she did not know-but there
was a horse and cart and he was to
drive 1t. Where the horse and cart
We're she also did not know. But Ger
ard had rriven a cart before in his
work, for baker, and he was to
drive one in connection with some
scheme among the members of the
club. But lie pauvre Gerard at the
last minute disliked to drive the cart
he had fear. He did not say he had
fear, but he prepared a letter-a letter
that was not signed. The letter was
to be sent to the police, and it told
them the whereabouts of the horse and
cart, so that the police might seize
these things, and then there would be
nothing for Gerard, who had fear, to
do in the way Of driving. No, he
did not betray the names of the COM
rades, but he told the place of the
horse and the cart. Nevertheless the
letter was never sent. There was sus-
picion, and the letter was found in a
pocket and read. Then there was a
meeting. and Gerard was confronted
with his Letter. He could say nothing
but "Je la nie"-found no explanation
but that. There was much noise, and
she had observed from a staircase
from which one might see through a
ventilating hole. Gerard had much
fear-very much fear. His face was
white and it moved; he prayed for
mercy, and they talked of killing him.
1t was discussed how he should be
killed, and the poor Gerard was more
terrified. He was made to take off his
collar, and a razor was drawn across
his throat, though without cutting him.
till he tainted. Then water was flung
over him, and he was struck in the
face till he revived. He again repeated
"Je la ME, je la niev and nothing more.
Then one struck him with bottle and
another with a stick. The point of a
knife was put against his throat and
held there, but this time he did not
faint, but cried softly, as man who
is drunk, "Je la ME, je la niev So
they tied a handkerchief about his
neck and twisted 1t till his face grew
purple and black, and his eyes were
round and terrible, and then they
struck his face, and he tainted again.
But they took away the handkerchiefs,
having fear that they could not easily
get rid Of the body If he were killed,
for there was no preparation. So they
decided to meet again and discuss
when there would be preparation.
Wherefore they took him away to the
room Of Jean Pingard in Henry street,
Golden square. But Emile Pingard
had gone out, and Jean was drunk and
slept and they lost him. Jean Pingard
was downstairs-the taller of the two
The other was but lie pauvre Pierre,
who, with herself, was not of the club
They worked only-they were the keep
ers of the house. There was nothing
for which they should be arrested, and
she would give the police any ii1forma-
tion they might ask.
"As l thought, you see," Hewitt said
to me; THE mans nerves have broken
down under the terror and the strain,
and asphasia is the result. l think I
told you that the only articulate thing
he could say was 'Je la niev and now
we know how those words were i'm
pressed on him till he now pronounces
them mechanically with no idea of
their meaning. Come, we can do no
more here now. But wait moment"
There were footsteps outside. The
light was removed. and policeman
went to the door and opened 1t as soon
as the bell rung. Three men stepped
in, one after another, and the door was
shut behind them They
were prisoners. grsYv
We left quietly, and although, we Of
course, expected 1t, 1t was not till the
next morning that we learned absolute
ly that the largest arrest Of Anarchists
ever made In this country was made
at the Bakunin club that night. Each
man as. he came was admitted and
collared. H.