The Washington herald., 1914-11-01

On tne fonoWing Gay announcer COM
munication was received and Published
in the Observer:
I'VE of the people have been accused
always of rsnting, of shouting our
wrongs from the housetops. Let Us
hope that our new tactics will be ap-
proved We have left of words. We
have come to deeds, and those who do
our bidding have learned silence To-
morrow there viii be wrecked the house
of one whose name is held by US as
the name of an enemy"
Throughout London certain thrill of
anticipation seemed to quiver IN the air
from hour to hour. Who was there who
could be called an enemy of the peopIes
In great black headlines the evening pa
pers told the story.
In suburb of London the house of a
member of the government who had
risen from the ranks, and TO whom such
measures for the relief of the poor
which a temporizing government had
devised, had lately been iutrusted, was
completely wrecked.
The man himself had escaped, but his
house was in ruins. He stood branded
as an enemy of the people On this oe-
casion the thrower of the bomb re-
manned undiscovered The house was
one of those which had been left un-
watched.
1t was about this time that Stanley
Brooke made a thrilling and amazing
discovery, which at first threatened seri-
ously to alter his relations with his
partner. He arrived home unexpected
ly early one night to find a note ask
ing him to cali in and report He dis
covered the door of her fat unfastened
and the door of the inner room wide
open. Hearing his footsteps, she called
out:
please come here at once"
After a moments hesitation he obey
ed. He advanced even to the threshold
of the inner room and, for the first time,
saw inside. He stood quite still, trans
fixed with surprise
Every detail of her sitting room was
always rigidly reminiscent of Constance
herself. Even the easy chairs were a
little severe, and the furniture which
she had added from time to time was
of somber and decorous type. Her
eolor-scheme was gray; the pictures
which hung upon the walls were nearly
all landscapes; her whole environment
always seemed so thoroughly in keeping
with her clothes, her manner of speech
itself of prim, almost Quakerish sim
plicity.
He had pictured her own room as
something like this: a simple bedstead,
a few prints, an apartment clean and
bare and chaSte. He looked instead into
a chamber utterly unlike anything he
could have imagined.
The walls were colored a faint rose
pink, and there was carpet on the floor
of almost the same hue The bedstead
was of white, with a top of hooded mus
lin tied up with ribbons. There were
an easy, chair and large divan, chintz-
covered, luxurious: a dressing-table
covered with dainty trihes; and on the
bed, by the side of an empty basket,
little heap of garments which seemed
to him like sea of lace and muslin,
with blue ribbons stealing from unex-
pected places. !
Everything was spotless, exuuisitely
dainty. 1t might well have been the
sleeping apartment of a princess.
Brooke stood rooted to the spot. His |
tlnal shock of amazement came when
he realized that Constance herself was
wearing dressing gown of white mus
lin, that she seemed like a bewildering |
vision of f1ufhness and laces and rib
bons. He was absolutely incapable of
any form of speech. He simply stood
and stared while her face grew darker.
How dare you" she exclaimed, ad-
Eancing rapidly toward the door.
You called me-" he declared. 'T got
your note and hurried down. When !
anne inside you called me-"
81 thought it was Susan, you idiotp
the retorted, slamming the door in his
lace
He walked slowly away. The maid
whom Constance had recently engaged
,or several hours a day entered hur-
riedly, almost at the same moment
rom the outside door. She smiled at
Brooke as she passed.
Il am afraid that Miss Robinson will
hink / have been gone a long time,
;ir," she remarked 81 could not find
he shop"
She disappeared, closing the door be-
lind her. Brooke threw himself into
IN easy chair. So there was another
Constance, after all, a Constance who
vas as dainty and sweet as anything /
Ie could have conceived in his most SEN 1
moments
1t seemed to him that he had never i
n his life looked upon anything more ,
eautiful than that little chamber and I
IS contents. Even Constance, when she
I last appeared, could not dispel his ]
reams. She was dressed in severe and
lonely black, unrelieved even at the
eek A vision he seemed to have had :
i silk stockings was dissipated By the
light of her square-toed shoes. She I
anne TOWARD him in an absolutely mat II
er-ot-fact way. He rose, a little en-
arraSsed. r
If / was rude just now" she said /
almly, Il am sorry. The fault, sup Z
ose, was mine" a
i certainly" he explained, would 4
ot have dreamed Or
That will dc" she interrupted. I'VE s
zill not discuss the subject again, ever.
hope you viii humor me so far as