The Tomahawk., 1915-12-02

the w.ado- opposite. Having un-
packed, wandered out into the street,
and now began to see something OF
the jarvey's excitement reflected upon
the faces of the passers-by.
The newly formed Nationalist vol
unteers were to emulate the exploits
of the Ulstermen by importing cargo
noses of the police. The volunteers
had left the city the night before.
They were expected back with the
arms. Dublin was streaming out to
meet them. Dublin was on the point
of revolution. Or not exactly revolu-
ton, for the ministry was in Red
mond's power, but certainly on the
point of a dramatic coup which must
prove the inevitable prelude to civil
war.
am past the age when a mob has
any attractions for me, so l walked
back to the hotel, assembled the stairs
and entered my room.
With a bound man leaped from be-
hind the door and closed it. Next in
slant I was looking into the muzzle
of a revolver, held very close to my
eyes by my old friend the waiter,
Hans.
"Sit down." he said, pointing to a
chair.
But a waiter is a waiter. Seeing
that showed no signs of complying,
he dropped the heroic attitude.
ct followed you here" he said. Il
saw you at the station. I know who
you are and don't think you've come
here for the good of Ireland"
"Well, have you, Hans?" inquired.
And I sat down, not because he had
told me to, but because a man OF
my years readily becomes fatigned.
Hans laughed. The mans demean-
or was entirely different from that OF
the club waiter. Perhaps years OF re-
preston necessitated this new expan-
sion; or perhaps it was pure triumph.
For the good of Ireland? No." he
replied. For the good Of Germany
yes. I have my orders, and they are
not to let you out Of here till It's all
over"
"Till what is all over, Hans? You
interest me- I answered.
"The revolution he answered.
freedom for Ireland from England's
tyranny. You fool, you cursed fools,
did you think I went about for ten
years with my eyes shut?"
1T is customary among us English,
Hans" l replied, when we take a
servant into our homes or clubs, to
take him in spirit of confidence"
$50! Then you played yourselves
a confidence trick" he answered. mot
one week but send home to Germany
a report Of what learn in the smok-
ing ROOM" =
was studying the man intently. I
saw that he was in that reckless mood
of dissatisfaction, known to us diplo-
matists, when man will blurt out ev-
erything.
$50 the German government is
financing this little picnic?" inquired.
"And the kaiser who puts King John
upon the throne of Ireland!" he an
swered.
JOlAu ItOuu1Ouu. 4A4uAAOUs
Look" he exclaimed, pointing out
Of the window across the court.
The muslin curtains, which hung
one on either side, left narrow space
of glass. I turned my head, and felt
a crashing blow across the crown,
which threw me forward, half stunned,
upon the floor. I had just sense
enough to feign inconsistencies.
Through my half-closed eyes saw
the face of Hans, as he peered short
sightedly into mine.
He raised the butt Of his revolver,
with which he had struck me again,
but hesitated. think he was afraid
he had killed me. The blow had
opened the scalp, inflicting a consid-
cradle loss of blood, but had taken
worse blows in my time. After an in
stant's hesitation the man stopped
over me, as I lay nlotionless upon the
floor, and felt my pulse; then, appa-
rently satisfied that was not dead,
he distracted my gold watch and
handle Of the door, and disappeared
noiselessly along the carpeted CORR
dor.
lay upon the floor, unable to move,
but my mind was singularly active.
So Hans had known of my connection
with the government, and had either
followed me to Dublin or seen me by
chance at the station, as he had let
me infer. No doubt he had warned
the conspirators, who, becoming
alarmed, had taken measures to keep
me out of the way for the time being.
But was John Redmond inculpated
in this dastardly plot? Or was this
the doing of the kaiser's more or less
irresponsible agents?
lay on the floor in a half coma I
was partly delirious, believe.
Events and persons of earlier life
came crowding in on me. know that
it was all I could do to remember
where was, to summon resolution to
move toward the old-fashioned bell
pull that hung at the side Of the bed.
With a great effort I managed to crawl
toward it. Then my attention was