The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-04-10

It's pSHehto' n bik DlOW - suOrtIy 10 DC
struck, and there is not a country in the
whole of Europe which will escape il.
Russia, Germany, Austria. France, all
are condemned, and even England, the
vaunted home Of the free, is not to be
exempt. AT the present moment there
are 80 picked men, armed with the most
deadly bombs in London itself, await
ing the signal 10 commence. One more
worker is required. and am commits
stoned 20 find some one TO supply the
want. i have done SO, and my choice
falls upon your'
i started in my scat at these words,
uttered in a fiercely earnest tone. He
concluded:
You; yes. you must become one of
rs; must enroll yourself under the ban
ner of emancipation, and strike blow
for libertyr'
"And what if / refuseY' inquired.
az quietly as my excitement would al
low. he leaned forward and Kissed rath.
er than spoke in my ear:
"If you will not do this. then you
yourself are doomed Mark me, unless
you join our ranks you will never leave
this train alive -
"Who will prevent me?" asked,
again making vain endeavor TO rise.
Il wllp' he shouted fieroely.
81 defy youp' exclaimed, with u
frmness ! did not really feel, thinking
thar a determined attitude might posi-
bly, overawe him, for assassins are in
variably towards. Twas mistaken in my
man, however, for on hearing my words
he put his hand under the cloak that en-
veloped him and drew forth poniard,
the sharp pointed edge Of which he felt
critically with the tip of his finger.
II will give you one minute in which
to consider your decision" be said,
land if at the end of that time you re-
main ohdurate, then this blade goes
straightway through your heart"
In order, | suppose. to amuse himself
during the interval, he pricked several
holes with the point of the instrument in
his arm just above the wrist, from each
Of which the blood squirted in small,
purple jets. showing how sharp was the
weapon : edge. In a little while he said !.
1.-THE time is mp! What say you
nowf'
what l said before, replied. do
your worstp'
Instantly he sprang to his feet aud
clutched NE by the throat
Coward - | cried, half choking as
was, and struggling in his iron grasp.
The epithet seemed to madden him.
A.. -. I
rage, his eyes glared wildly aud his
breath came in thick aud buried oasps
lyon shall never say that again = he
shouted, tightening his hold till the
blood swelled up in my face and my
eyes seemed ready 10 fly from their
sockets.
With the energy Of despair made one
final attempt to recover my power of ac-
ton and felt that was succeeding. The
effect of the potion was evidently work.
ing off, and with use returning to my
limbs l realized that now was my time.
Concentrating all the strength had in
to one tremendous effort, l managed to
free myself from his grip and immedi'
ately closed with him. We struggled
violently together for few seconds,
neither gaining the mastery. and then /
stumbled and we bot h fell TO the ground,
he uppermost. II seemed that my hour
was como, for in his hand he held the
deadly weapon. As saw the cleaning
blade descend in one swift stroke, /
raised my voice and shouted:
I e,ol-ata lei ~
1t was the summons Of the collector.
/ rubbed my eyes and looked around.
There was my fellow traveller sitting
quietly ON the seat opposite, regarding
me with an amused expression ON his
face.
Been sleeping?" he queried as my
gaze caught his.
II suppose have, was my hazy re-
ply.
"And dreaming. too" he added,
with a smile. "UDpleasantly should
guess by your manner"
1t was SO. The substantial repast Of
which / had partaken had been the
means Of bringing Oh heavy slumber
which lasted right on to my journey g
tOu, uDu tnt itdflul uuNthtuio tufouSn
which l had been passing was not, as
had imagined it. thing of reality, but
only horrid nightmare, engendered
by the reception of u mass Of indigesti-
BILE food into constitutiopally dyspep-
tic stomach.
My companion Of course was no more
a nihilist than was. The only fusible
article inside his brown paper parcel was
a box containing hundred choice CT
CARS, and his flask, he assured me, held
nothing more injurious to the system
than a quantity of fine old cognac.
AS related TO him the experience
through which had gone, he indulged
in hearty laugh, and while could not
refrain from joining him, even at my
own expense. inwardly registered a
VOW to give German sausage very wide
berth for the future. London Tit-BitA