Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-17

know perfectly well that pinned ii my shoulder
and said Nov, Fafne1 next moment his teet! would
He held the ticket UP for halt second his shoulder,
and called to the dog Instantly crouched to spring,
and he had barely time to fix it on one OF the dummies
before Fa1er swcrvilg aside from his spring had his
teeth buried in the leather.
"Cood old boy!" said Boris. "But | won't try that
trick again. By Jovc! you said YOU wanted a drink
quite forgot
"There's time vet to remember But why is Your
room darkened' It is light still outside
Il know. only wanted to see il Faner could recog-
nze color by artificial light 1t is point that might
up. What will.you have whisky:
anything and plenty, please, said the other.
THE meeting of which Charlie Ncers had spoken was
that of a newly founded and at present unsspccted
Anarchist Club For Years. all the world knew,
England had been the home and sanctuary OF such ur
bulent folk; but recent events such as the Houndtc
murders, had made them reluctantly believe that their
convenient sanctuary would not much longer be open
to them There had been planned therefore. coup OF
atroclous proportions which, since their immunity III
England certainly threatened, would celebrate their
loss of this tranquil home in a sufficiently becoming
club 1t known also that it would be they. col
lectvcv individually who would figure grim
and deliberated tragedy: but the plan OF campaign was
yet outlined them. 1t was for this that they
looked at the meeting tor today.
The members of the club all most carefully chosen,
were without exception of respectable standing:
pect no impoverished criminal of mean streets. had
its doors. 1t was small assembly oi enemies
of established society. the more dangerous because they
had access to that society and all such could
laugh at suspicion. But all had natural and inherited
anarchism in their blood
Charlie Mecrs, only halfway between the twentics
and the thrties president His great grandfather
had starved to death in the Irish famine, his uncle had
planned the Phoenix Park murders and the wild pus;
ton of revenge, of the rough justice that desired any
member of the class that had made law to suffer for the
outrage of its class beat s,leny and strongly every
movement of his heart. He had too that final and ines
timabe gift of the insurrectonst. the patience abide
his time, and work swiftly and completely when the
time to strike CONSERVATION into entire race
His fellow workers no less carefully chosen
There Russian nhilist among them who had his
town house and country place; but whose grandfather
had, suspicion. been sent to he whipped and
poisoned in Siberian mines There were some Of Italian
blood, whose fathers had been driven from their farms
by landowners who lived in Paris. There were Germans
who had been evctci from their holdings to make more
acreage for royal forests where, perhaps twice year
stays driven past their ruined homesca to galop
the freely toward the rifles of noble Sportsncn
OF Irish blood like the president mixed with the more
patient and more terrible Russian breed there
Boris Vane He had been brought up by 4 Russia
uncle, brother OF his mother, who ten years before had
been condemned to lifelong imprisonment and its name
less horrors for supposed seditious talk, which talk was
repeated in court by police agents who received sub
stantal rewards for their preconcercd evidence.
All this, true false. the belief OF the members
of the club who savage but more patient
than the dog Fafncr They did get excited it,
they did not strive cry. They waited their time;
but meanwhile the iron deeper into their souls, cor
roding them with revenge.
RORlS himself private secretary to Lord Agln-
- court, the tale OF whose Irish acres long as
his lineage. There he owned huge tracts OF nisraaged
estate, where, far from being absentee landlord
he constantly lived, grevous and oppressive He was
quiet of iron. very old, but utterly fearless,
who had twice very properly been shot at by eviced
tenants, of whom he had shot in with sat
isfactory results. He had no son; but one daughter
who inherited all her fathers contempuous hatred of
his dependents, but to look she like wild
by the watersidc.
Her. by OF Providcnccs inscr1table deCrees
Boris loved with the fervor as he dctestcd her
character and principles In town he lived i'll his
own flat when iii Ireland at the AGENT house at the
gates of the park He, to her mind quite the sort
of nun YOU could have to dinner ii somebody was