Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1906-12-12

| not with song aud manifestations, Tut
with everything thas will strike ter
| ror into the bloated bodies and
scoundrelly minds of the usurpers OF
our freedom"
He had written that as the perora-
ton of an article tEat had appeared
year ago in small anarchist news
/ paper, since deal His culture was
not very wide; bit he knew by heart
everything of his own writing that
had been printed in the literature of
the movement.
His hand went to the place on his
left breast where slight bulge show
ed under the buttoned jacket.
sebastian's devise was a very pref
ty little piece of apparatus in its way.
It's simplicity was its great charm. a
i medicine bottle of rather thin glass
was the basis of it. The bottle was
made into neat parcel with one
thickness of BROW paper tied round
with string. AT the bottom 1f the
bottle was about half an inch of faint
ly yellow treacly liquid.
Inside the neck, fastened to the
lower end of a cork, was piece Of
fine sponge holding sm,!! quantity
of another liquid, not enough to cause
any to drip from the sponge and mix
with the liquid below. If any should
SO mix, nothing would necessarily
happen on that account; but the Union
of the two liquids would have formed
an explosive of fearful violence.
Dat of consideration for the nerves
of the comrade intrusted with the
bottle, it was judged best to defer the
admixture of the liquids until the mo.
ment of action. So the bottle was
to be carried upright in the pocket.
and few moments before throwing
the parcel 1t was to be taken out and
turned gently upside down. After this
the parcel was to he thrown OF tossed
en- the roadway anywhere near the
/ carriage.
1t was time for them to appear;
Tut as yet there was no sign of n
soifie or carriage, no round OF
cheering. The crowd, now grown
very dense, swayed and murmured ex.
pectantly; the helmets of the police
holding the line of the curb kept turn.
ing in the direction of st. Martins.
| Again and again Comrade Cruthers
hand went to his breast. Once OF
twice he helped himself from his flask
On each occasion several persons near
humorously entreated him to leave
them a drop. A stout woman looked
around at his weedy figure and clammy
face, and said, '"E amt we'll"
A heavy roar sprang up in the dis
lance. People rose on tiptoe and
craned their necRs, and load muir
muir of excited voices filled the air.
Some were showed off the pavement
here and there: constables shouted:
Back! Keep back" futile alterca
lions about pushing" sprang up The
roar grew nearer and louder.
Suddenly there were flashes of ligh
down by the church; flashes from
metal in the bright sun. A brisl
trampling of hoofs was heard; {
squadron of cavalry were coming a
a quick trot. A great volume of cheer
ing rose up as carriage came int,
, view. A white-plumed silver helme
could be seen turning from side t.
side, a white gauntlet rising to thu
peak of it in recurrent salutes.
Comrade Cruther's hand darted K
his breast pocket.
The. pocket was empty.
His hand came out ridiculousl.
through the front of his jacket, clutch
ing nothing; through long silt Gun
ningly slashed down the cloth as by {
stroke of razor blade.
Comrade Cruther had put his han,
) to that pocket too often 1t had beel
picked Els Clerihew in London Dali
News.