The Ravalli Republican., 1898-09-21
THE ANARCHIST.

Paul Lo Marchant, Clockmaker by |
trade and anarchist by principle, sat
q 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
lis 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 gazcd
upon her sor1owfully and with pc
culiar interest, and said while strok-
ing her hair:
Lucille, darling, if anything
should happen to me what would
you do? If Quilted this life with
the curses of widows and orphans
and the hatred Of a world, would
you still remember me only as your
loving and manly Paul, or would
YOU, too, Join with the world in
blasting my memory Z" ~~.~....
Alas, Lucille knew too we'll wha;
Pauls 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 disobeT
any,order Of these councils with in
D1nitv, even if he was SO inclined.
While her husband spoke to her
the tears rose to'hereyes, and throw
inc. her arms. around his neck she
sobbod, asking why he spoke thus,
but he merely said he felt melan-
cho1y, which was more or less a lie;
for Senior Morova, the Spanish prem
ier, had been sentenced by the very
council to which LIE Marchant him
self belonged, and the sentence had
been etfectually and fatally carried
out the previous day by Casseilo,
the member of tho brotherhood on
whom the lot had fallen, and Lie
Marchant knew this, and he was
pleased. It always pleased him when
the vengeance of the brotherhood
relieved the world of one of its rul
els.
He had just been reading the par
iiculars of the murder-though h(
did not view it in that light-i1l thu
newspaper, and he knew that Men
taure, president of France, would b'
the next victim, sentence having
been pronounced ON him Immediate
" after Senor Morova. He knev
also that lots would be drawn to dc
eide who should carry out this vii
sentence, and he had a kind Of pre-
sentiment that the lot would fall t
him. It.Was this thought that mad
him address Lucilloin such strang
fashion.
For some days after this he a
tended in his shop as usual, and Ii
ellie had almost forgotten his 1n<
mentary strange mannor, till on
evening she went up to his root
and entering quietly found him a'
justing a black mask over his fac
On her inquiring what he was dom:
he tried to pass it off as a joke, ar
told her he intended to play lit
trick upon. her, but Lucille saw |,
ing On u'chairclose by a black clot
with q hooa and also somethil
bright among the folds, and she w
too well aware that this meisnt
NlnmOns to q meeting.
And in truth she guessed ri9h
for when Paul set out that night
was at the cali of the chief Of Il
brotherhood to attend the meeti1
to decide who should execute t.
sentence which had been passed
President Montaure.
When.Paul entered the room,
found large nulnber had alrea
arrived, but there were three OF 70
who had not as yet put in an ;
pearance, and for these the coun
waited till ALI but one had con
This one was Signor Rape]li, and
members becoming impatient at
nonappea1ance had sent twice to
man on guard at the entrance OF
house to know if he was" in sig
I4e was looking out fo-ithe' last ii
when a: hooded figure came hast
to the docr, gave the password {
was admitted. The n2an in the h
assuming it was Signor Rapelli,
dressed him by name. and told |
the brotherhood were impatien
waiting, and urged him to hurry
stairs to the council chamber.
Now this person, whom the gu
took to be Signor Rapelli, was Il
other than Lucille, LIE Marcha
wife, who, impelled by love
Paul, as well as curiosity, de
mined to risk visit to the cou
disguised as member, especial
loaul had trusted her with the T
$.crd. When the guard addre
,Aer as .5ignor Rapelli, the true "
ans wit OWNED that the si@nor