Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1910-03-10

his hand. He was a thick-set, broad
shouldered muzhik, with little, red
eyes, a red face and a .profuse red
beard. His glance shifted uneasily
from Hulin to Hardy.
BY his side stood the little French
man, who sank his head between his
shoulders like a turtle, and, stretching
an accusing left arm toward Hardy,
shrieked:
Il am Felix Hulin, | say, mon dieu!
the great inventor, the great benefac-
tor of the human race. Behold, here
is the proof! If | dash this little
sphere on the floor, poof! b-r-r-r!
The whole house will fall apart like
a castle of cards, the roof will leap
into the air, in one little second, by
gar, we shall all be in eternity. Gen
tlemen, are you convinced? Sooner
than have my word doubted, | shall
give you the proofs. Ten thousand
devils! | am Felix Hulin, / say, no
man shall doubt mel"
He plunged his right hand into his
pocket and drew forth a sphere, about
the size of a baseball, which he held
in the hollow of his palm.
"I am DR.. Hulin," he added; behold
the pill which I have prepared for
tyrants and spies!"
About 20 of the brethren had stolen
into the hall and were pressing for
ward toward Hardy; stolen, indeed,
for these men all moved silently, as
though accustomed to secret and dan
gerous meetings. But at the dreaded
word spy a murmur arose.
"A spy! A spy! Kill him, tear him
to pieces!"
But the man who had welcomed
Hardy in French stepped In front of
them and raised his hand.
"Sh! Brethren" he commanded,
'are you all mad? Would you have
the police down on us? The spy is in
our power, if, indeed, he is a spy, and
we shall know how to deal with him,
how to seal his lips. AS for you,
Brother Felix, do not drop your pill,
in the Virgins name! Put it in your
pocket. Preserve it for tyrants and
the foes Of mankind. There! We
shall breathe freer now. Ivan'-to
the cabman-"what is the history OF
this man? How did you happen tc
bring him here?"
"I went to the Slaviansky Bazaar tc
get a slender, dark mar with eye
glasses" he explained. "Who should
give me the password for the night
The Princess Romanovna.' This mar
came out, hailed me and gave me the
password. I bring him here, and then
ten minutes later, along comes this
other slender, dark foreigner will
! eyeglasses, who, 1T seems, is able tt
find his own way about! That is the
truth, Brother Bielinski, | call thu
Virgin to WITHSTAND the pioul
soul crossed himself.
] Every WE'LL" said Bielinski, a tai
man, stoop-shouldered, with thin, hook
nose and keen, furtive eyes "Ver.
; well, May | ask, my friend" turning
to Hardy, whether you are a membet
of the Brotherhood, and, If not, VIII.
! are you here2'
! "The explanation is very simple,
replied Hardy in French, in whicl
language the question had been d
rected. Il am an American merchant
residing in Stryetensk. ! have an az
quaintance with the Princess Re
manovna, on whom / was about t
call. | told the cabman to drive m
n to her residence, and he brought m
s here. I know nothing Of your amiabl
8 Brotherhood, nor do / wish to lear
K anything Here he took out hi
. watch and consulted IT coolly. las W
. have no possible business together,
3 will now bid you good night, and pr
coed on my way. II | do not haste
n II shall be too late for my call"
l. But why does he not speak Ru
b sian?y asked Ivan. HE spoke to N
d In good Russian.