Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-30

knows the feelings Of tho aristocrats, Of
the bourgeoisie. OF the of1cial classes. Not
only that he knows their feelings toward
England. toward the triple alliance. to-
ward Russia. He never seems to ask
questions, he never forgets an answer.
He is q wonderful man, In short: but
do not think that you will see him here
tonight
The long hand Of the clock pointsd to-
ward midnight. Hendricks called for the
bill and paid 1t.
I'VE go this way" he announced.
through the billiard rooms"
They left the cafe by the swing door to
which Julien had pointed, passed through
q crowded billiard room, every table OF
which was IN use. down . narrow corri
dor till they came face to face with q
closed door. on which WAS inscribed mo.
L." Hendricks knocked softly ana It
door few yards farther on, and between
the two a very tall doorkeeper and .
small man In spectacles.
Who are you?" the doorkeeper de-
Hendricks produced his tickets. Tho
tall man, however. did not move. He
scrutiufzed them, word for word. Then
he scrutinized the faces OF the two men.
Hendricks he seemed inclined to pass. but
he looked at Julien for long and In q
puzzled manner.
"Of what nationality il your friendr'
he asked Hendricks. :
Il am an American" Julien replied.
And your profession"'
"A newspaper editor. I edit the Com.
ing Age
tall man declared. THE meeting which
we are holding tonight is not one In
which the press Is interested. We are
here to discuss one man and one man
only. / do not think that you would hear
anything you could print. and - you do
not belong to our direct association here
I think It would be better IL You did not
enter"
Hendricks stood his ground. however
Il must appeal" he said, ito your SEQ
retary."
The little man in spectacles came for
ward. Hendricks stated hts case with
much indignation.
Here am l." he announced. editor Of
the only socialist paper In London worthy
of the title. / come over because I hear
Of this meeting. I bring with me my
American friend. the editor Of the Coming
Age. For no other reason have We Wis
tied Paris than for this. II you refuse
US admission to this meeting the whole
OF the English branch will consider 1t an
insult"
And the American" Julien put in.
firmly
The two men whispered together The
taller one, still grumbling, stood on one
side
pass in" he directed 1T is not strict.
ly in order, but our secretary permits"
The two men passed on. The room in
which they found themselves was o sman
one and there were not moro than fifty
people present. It was very diInly lie.
and they could barely mako out the forms
of the row of men who were sitting upon:
chairs upon the platform. They con-
tented themselves with seats quite close
to the door. No drinks were being served
here. Although one or two men were
smoking. the general aspect seemed to
be one OF stern and serious intensity. A
man upon the platform was just finish
ing speaking as they entered. and he ap-
parently called upon some one else. A
large and heavy German stood up on the
center OF the slightly raised stage. He
wore shapeless clothes and horn-rimmed
spectacles His face was benevolent. Ho
had q double chin and a soft voice.
my brothers, he said. ''at these our
meetings we have many things to discuss.
We have little time to waste. Why beat
about the bush? am here to speak 70
you Of the greatest enemy our cause has
In the world-Pince Adolf Rudolf Won
Falkenberg."
He paused. There was an ugly little
through the room. It was very
easy indeed to understand that the man
whose name had been mentioned was UNI
popular.