The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-02-02
THE ANARCHIST.

tF6ue auu aHtsitNlSt NY pi4uCtP1c, Sset
at breakfast in the little parlor at
the back Of his shop in the Rue St.
Antoine carelessly glancing through
his morning paper. Opposite him sat
his young wife.
On this morning after breakfast
instead of going into his shop, as
was customary with him, he drew
his chair over beside his young wife,
and taking her hand in his he gazed
upon her sorrowfuily and with pc
culiar interest, and said while strok-
ing hea, hair:
Lucille, darling, if anything
should happen to me what would
you doe If / Iquitted this life with
the curses of widows and orphans
and the hatred of q world, would
you still remember me only as your
lowing and manly Paul. or would
you, foo, join with the world in
blasting my memory
Alas, Lucille knew too well what.
Paul's principles were and how
strongly he cherished them. She
had strange forebodings always that
harm would come to him or that he
might be chosen to execute some of
the terrible sentences passed by the
secret councils of the anarchists, and
she knew that he could not disobey
any order of these councils with I'M
pupity, even if he was SO inclined.
While her husband spoke to her
the tears rose to her eyes, and throw
ing her arms around his neck she
sobbed. asking why he spoke thus,
but he merely said he felt melan-
choay, which was more or less a lie,
for Senior Morova. the Spanish prem
Ter, had been sentenced by the very
council to which LIE Marchant him
self belonged, and the sentence had
been effectually and fatally carried
cut the previous day by Cassello,
the member Of the brotherhood on
whom the LOT had fallen, and LIE
Marchant knew this. and he was
paeased. railways pleased him when
the vengeance Of the brotherhood
relieved the world of one Of its rul-
eds-
He had just been reading the par
deplars Of the murder-though he
did not view it in that ight-in the
newspaper, and he knew that Men
tsure, president Of France, would be
the next victim, sentence having
been pronounced on him immediate
ly after Senior Morova. He knew
also that lots would be drawn to de-
ode who should carry out this vile
sentence, and he had a kind of pre-
sentiment that the lot would fall to
asm. It was this thought that made
him address Lucille in such strange
fashion.
For some days after this he at
tended in his shop as usual, and Lu
dlle had almost forgotten his mo-
nentary strange manner, till one
evening she went up to his room
and entering quietly found him ad-
jz1sting black mask over his face.
On her inquiring what he was doing,
he tried to pass it Off as joke, and
told her he intended to play a little
trick upon her, but Lucille saw ly-
ing on chair close by black cloak
with hood, ana also something
bright among the folds, and she was
too we'll aware that this meant
summons to a meeting.
And in truth she guessed right.
for when Paul set out that night it
was at the cali of the chief Of the
brotherhood to attend the meeting
to decide who should execute the
sentence which had been passed on
President Mentaure.
When Paul entered the room, he
found a large number had already
arrived, but there were three or four
who had not as yet put in an ap-
pearance, and for these the council
waited till all but one had come.
This one was Signor Rapelli. and the
members becoming impatient at his
qonappearance had sent twice to the
man on guard at the entrance of the
house to know if he WAS ip sight.
he was looking out for the last time
when a hooded figure came hastily
to the door, gave the password and
was admitted. The man in the hall,
assuming it was Signor Rapelli, aa
dressed him by name, and told him
the brotherhood were impatiently
waiting, and urged him to hurry up
stairs to the council chamber
Now this person, whom the guard
took to be Signor Rapelli, was none
other than Lucille. lie Marchant's
wife, who, impelled by love for
Paul, as well AS curiosity, deter
nained to risk visit to the council
aleguised as member, especially us
Paul had trusted her with the pass
word. When the guard addressed
her as.Signor Rapelai, the true wom,
ans wit diviuel that fine signor had
not arrived, and she therefore deter