The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-01

'I AM ABOUT TO TURN REvoLUrIoNT c sudden tarsh chatter of bell within the apartment did not disturb him from his statue-like rigidity. Sam rose and picked up Jhe telephone from . little table in the ccrner.
 .yfs General Rensselaer,. suh." he said. He wants to see yo' al ou very 'pawtant business.
 "Tell them to let him come up." di rected Kelvin without turning his head. He had accomplished In success sion all his spacious aims until now. From ocean to ocean for seven days there had existed a state of tense. taut strain. What violence. what carnage what hideous saturnalia of bloodshed might break forth at any moment no one knew. but in the meantime he. Phillip Kelvin. who but a few brief years before had possessed rot dol lar and scarce friend. was still en- peror of America! Emperor-Phillp l. What vast conquests might yet lie before him!
 His preparations for handling this present situation were .excelleutly laid. In or near every center of population were massed well drilled soldiers able to combat and to quelI any insurrec- ton. There might be a revolt more or less systematized. but 1t could do very little against the systematic resistance that Kelvin had devised. He had planned wisely for reorganization of social conditions. and when the coun- try was once more reOrganiZed upon a self sustaining basis. where every man had an equal chance for sustenance and moderate accumulation, the larger dreams might materialize. the real vic tories might begin.
 The conquest and annexation of Can ada and Mexico would come next and coextensive with this the building up of the largest navy in the world Eu- rope. that vast tissue of states bound by a fimsy dgment called ''the bal ance of power" could be disintegrat- ed by a single shot. thrown into tur- moil of cross purposes that would rem der its individual masses easy prey. With each new victory would come more strength. and his imperial prog ress might sweep on and on until the entire world. from pole to pole and from occident to orient. might be bound together under his resistless sway. linked in a brotherhood of uni versal peace and prosperity and equal tty. with hi1self as the benign dicta tor!
 Crisply up the steps came Herbert Rensselaer,
 How ghastly it is up here!" said he. "Why don't you have some light?"
 'That is a peculiar question for the commander in chief of the imperial army to ask." replied Kelvin with a smile
 Rensselaer, himself smiled.
 ''It would make your wherea bouts rather conspicuous" he admitted. but under the circumstances it might be well to turn on the lights and leave them burning. We shall be away from here in few minutes"
 Forest Lakes?" asked Kelvin with quick interest. At last. We should have made that expedition a week ago."
 My organization was not perfect enough" Rensselaer, objected. ''But we are quite prepared now. At every half mile bes ween here and Breeds. by the time we are moving. there will be sta tiOred detachment large enough for protection. Each detachment as We come up to it will close in and follow behind us. wish that it were not necessary to take you there You should be here. where you can direct your campaign"
 "1 don't admire the trip myself" con fessed Kelvin. but outside of Henry Breed and his granddaughter and pos stbly Dr. Zelphan l am the only per son in the world who knows the exact location and the combinations of his vault and it's billion and a half of cash. The greatest fear have is that Breed may have changed the combina- ton of his locks"
 "1 doubt if he was able to do so," re- turned Rensselaer,. "He left here. upon the day of your proolama ton. appar- ently in state of almost complete paralysis. attended by pr. Zelphan, my aunt. Jens Nelson and Elsie White"
 By Elsie White?" Phillip repeated ''It's queer that she went along"
 Herbert shrugged his shoulders
 "Breed always liked her. and when Lillian left. with the threat to join George Blagg. Breed turned to Elslt. like a child and insisted that she should not leave him."
 Kelvin winced. and great Ionginr came over him. He. too. would hay, liked to have turned to Elsie Whit "like child" but he was forever to, late His time for that was past
 'Everything seems deac." Rensselae suddenly exclaimed. "It's getting O.