Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-10-27

NOW let mo see nS to your make
up he went on. "Your luxuriant hair
will now come In handy. Let 1t fall
over your eyes SO. A pair of thick
glasses this time to make you look
short sighted. l have pair special
~ made with lenses OF clear glass
you are going. Clothes are the prin-
cipal item. i think l have just what
you require"
It's no trouble for me to make
you look like a youth who might fire.
quent such company" he said, "but
the question is, can you Keep up the
charcter once you get there? | am
told those people tnlk strange jar
gon OF phrases that the uninitiated
cannot understand"
i've been boning up on their lit
erature," said Jack. II think l can
keep my end up
"Ah, / see am not dealing with
a tyro. said Mr.. Evers with flat
tering air of respect.
Jack dined at an humble little
restaurant on the East Side, such as
befitted his new condition, and az
forwards presented himself at the
address on East Broadway furnished
by Sturant's letter. 1t was one of
those plain old-fashioned dwellings
common in the neighborhood.i They
are occupied by the elite of the East
Side; that is to say, doctors, lawyers,
politicians. who still find it profitable
n q OK, ~,
stituents.
Barbarossa's house was a combi-
nation Of residence, school and club.
On a brass plate beside the door was
the legend: "Sturani School of So
cial Science" A youth, much the
same as the one who had sold him
books, let Jack in, and after favor
ing him with a hard stare, led him
to small room at the back and told
him to wait The house seemed to
be full of Barbarossa's disciples. Jack
had glimpses of groups in the un-
furnished parlors, arguing with fury
Jack had learned that Barbarossa' s
position among anarchists CORE
sponded in way with the descrip-
t1On of himself which the mysterious
Mr.. b. had furnished Anderson, and
he naturally inferred that Barbarossa
might be another alias of Mr.. BIS
His heart beat fast with excitement
as he waited for him, thinking that
he was perhaps about to c6rne face
to face with his real adversary.
But when the redoubtable Barba-
nj, :,~X1
was speedily disiilusioned of his
hopes. Plunged is the only word to
use: the anarchists movements were
like those of a frolicking mastiff-
only Barbarossa always affected an
air of weighty import. He was enor-
mously fat, and it was genuine
fat. as Jack could tell by the shake
and sag of him as he flung himself
into the neat, decent little gentleman
50 often described to Jack. This was
not Mr.. B.
Moreover, Barbarossa had a mass
of red hair standing on end around
his head like a halo, and spreading
red beard. These were individually
real, too, and had obviously taken
years to produce.
! You're cassels,'' srunted Bar
barossa.
Yes, SIR Z,
"Humph! Englisl,l''
English descent, sir
We don't get many English boys
interested in IDEAS"
Jack privately hoped this would
not count against him. He had con-
sidered assuming foreign char
acter. but had given 1t up as being
too difficult to maintain
What do you want 0f me?" de-
manded Barbarossa.
Il want to learn" said Jack IT
want to meet men with ideas 1 want
to take part in the movement"
Have you any money!"
Jack was somewhat taken aback.
"A little. I'm only a working boy"
IF you can pay. you can come to
my school. It's fifteen dollars pay
able in advance. Afternoon or even
ing classes You can come as often
as you want"
'Tll come said Jack. I'll bring
the money tomorrow. Is there some
work | could do, too? For the cause.
Can belong to a circle?'
"Circle?" said Barbarossa with a
sharp glance of his little blue eyes
they were at once irascible and
short-sighted. eyes of fanatic
What kind of a circle?"
"Liberators."
II don't know what you're talking
about. If there is any such thing, I
suppose you'll be invited to belong
when you've proved yourself worthy.
Come to my school and I'll put some
ideas into your head if it's not too
English"
THANK you, SIR said Jack rising.
This was as far as he supposed he
could get on the, first meeting.
BY the way, who told you about
me?" demanded Barbarossa
L IT read your articles in the Future
Age"
Jack was tempted to try an ex-
pertinent. Fellow used to room
with The hero. who croaked old
Silas clyde. Emil Jansen"
1t had an electrical effect. Bar
barossa was out Of his chair with a
bound. His rudy cheeks turned a
gray color, on which the network of
little dark veins stood out startling
ly.
SILENCE! Don't speak that name
here! Hero nothing! Mailman! Fool!
What have you got to do with him p
"Why, nothing!" stammered Jack,
affecting q great confusion. isn't he
one of you? Isn't he working for
the cause?"
Il don't know him!" cried Bar
barossa. IF he claims to be my
friend I repudiate him! Such mad
men are like to ruin us all!'
"But-you said in your article
that read that the canitaliSfic or