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To-Day's Short Story "II

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To-Day's Short Story "II HER ONLY LOVE-LETTER. I I I. b tat thet I became a. member or the Brotherhood, I can assign only one reason: I was starving, and from starvation to Anarchy is but a step; I took it. I was Utterly destitute: the struggle for existen-ce seemed endless and hopeless, and the world 80 pitilessly indifferent, that. when I fell ia with men who were sworn to be rerenged I on society, I threw in my lot with theirs to pose as an avowed enemy to law and order. It was a madness born of desperation, an act of folly. and yet, at the time, I deemed it the only solution to the 13reblgn that life had so ronsMy set before me. I met and I mingled with men of all nationalities-the acum of almost every -European capital-and.. without taking any active part in theit schemes, believed to the fnli in their per- nicious doctrines, considering myself engaged in a cause devoted to the regeneration of humanity. I grew gradually to enjoy the very reck- lessness of the life, becoming regardless of eonsegaenoes, resolving to play out the ga-me to the bitter end. But. then, that was ■whan I met Axmek. Her ftether, Amtcn Michal- ski. was a prominent memDer, Cevoted heart and soul to the cause; and his daughter, no leas enthusiastic, frequently figured at important meetings, even taking part those where questions of grav.e import were discussed. She was only a girl not yet out of her teens, but the charm of her manner, her beauty, her earnestness dazzled and en- chanted me, until I felt myself hopelessly cnta-ngied in the mfeahes of love. Then I wanted to show her that I also was an enthusiast; I only succeeded in impressing those about me with the conviction that I "was a man for an emergency-a Ravachol, an Bgnil-a Henry. Eventually, as we walked home together ono night from a meeting in a Surrey-side den, I asked her to be my wite. We were a curious pair- I a beggar in little more thaa rags, she a sweated worker in an Bast-end garret, tricked out in the cheap ftnery of her class, but displaying a touch -<f refinement in the matter of harmonising colours and quiet head-gear. She promised to wait for me until I had risen oat of the mire, and so we parted—to wait and hope. But the interval that fol- lowed was a time full of striving, of unsuc- cessful endeavour, and I had almost given up the perpetual struggle as hopeless, when there came a stroke of fortune which com- pietely changed the whole course of my life A. distant relative died, leaving me all his wealth. The sodden news of my accession to affluence deprived me for the moment of my senses. But when I realised that I was no longer a penniless outcast but a man of means, abie by virtue of my money to take Bp a position in that society against which I had hitherto arrayed myself, all my ideas underwent a total change. My enthusiasm turned to contempt, but wben I suddenly received orders from the executive to carry out a dastardly piece of work, I hesitated at a formal refusal. 1o go through the ceremony of a peblic recanta- tion was, I knew, impossible; there was no going back; once a member always a mem- ber. There was only one thing to be done, a.nd I did it: I disappeared. Before I took that step, I saw Anna; but I went to her without love. My wealth had engendered vdthin me ambitions ideas, and I sought a cowardly method of severing the ties between w. I began by telling her that things were different, that our Stati-ME were altered. I ended by offering to keen my promise on the understanding that she severed all con- nection with the movement with which we had been associated. As I had anticipated, she rettleed4 she could not, would not, even for my sake, give up the cause. I mast admit that I felt a bit of a brute when she cried, but, when it was all over, and I found myself in the street again, I stepped along with a lightness of foot if not of heart, congratulating- myself that I had effectually snapped the last link that bound me to the past. n. Late one night I returned home from a big social gathering. I was particularly elated Itt the time, and as I dismissed the hansom and mounted to my rooms, I whistled under my breath the air of a popular song. I entered my room. A iajnp was burning on the table, and beside it lay a letter. I picked it up carelessly, ripped open the envelope with my finger, and drew out a half-sheet of note-paper containing a single line of writing. I read it a4 a glance. Its full mean- ing struck me like a blow, and left me dazed and confused. An indescribable sensation eame over me. In a desperate endeavour to retain my self-poesesaion I poured out a stiff dose of brandy; yet. despite all my efforts to the contrary, the neck of the bottle clinked ugadmot the edge of the glass, and it was only when the fiery stuff was down my throat that anything like calmness returned to me. Then I read the thing once more. Only one sentence: "Yesterday yoo were jndged by the Executive in the Third Degree." "The Third Degree!" The words escaped from- my lips and rose up with an echo that went jangling through my head like the clash of steel. for I knmv their significance. The Brotherhood visited disobedience wiiH death, and they judged their man in three degrees. In the Brst. g.s one suspected; in the second. as one proved

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