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Caesar's Column

Chapter 3 THE BEGGAR'S HOME

Word Count: 3653    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

nal appearance gave no prophecy. We passed up the stairs and into a handsome ro

e air of a master; his language was well chosen and correctly spoken, and possessed those subtle tones and intonations which mark an educated mind. I was thinking over these matters when the door opened and a handsome young gentleman, arrayed in the height of the fashion, en

ank you for the life you have saved. If you had not come to my rescue I should probably have been tram

ubtless showed my extreme as

ar purpose, which I cannot explain to you. But may I not request the name of the gentleman to whom I am under

from the canton of Uri, who, led by my grandfather, settled there. seventy years ago. I came to this city yesterday to see if I could not sell my wool directly to the manufacturers, and thus avoid the extortions of the great Wool Ring, which has not only our country but the whole w

the young gentleman, and left t

I am, will you be good enough to

ame is Maximilian Petion; by profession I am an attorney; I live in this hous

s about the mouth an expression of firmness, not unmixed with kindness. Altogether it was a face to inspire respect and confidence. But I made up my mind not to trust too much to appearances. I could not forget the transformation which I had

reasons for hurrying me away so swiftly a

ot leave you there to be arrested, and punished with a long period of imprisonment, because, following the im

have received the applause of every one. Why did you not tell me to throw away that whip on the instant, s

e replied, "whose driver

should I? I arrived

st vindictive man in the city. If you had been taken you would

eating an insolent driver! Impossible. No

ver Prince Cabano desired them to do. Our courts, judges and juries are the merest tools of the rich. The image of justice has slipped the bandage from one eye, and now uses her scales to weigh

I should appeal for justice to th

ys at the service of the highest bidder; it is their duty to suppress or pervert the truth, and they do it thoroughly. They are paid to mislead the people under the guise of defending them.

be possibl

to the wall, he spoke quietly into a telephone tube, of

of Prince Cabano's coachman, this after

the opposite wall, in What I had suppos

Evening

IBLE O

!--ONE THOUSAND

ent transpired at the south gate of Centra

s the demand we have so often made for rep

e head, a terrible accident would undoubtedly have occurred. Policeman number B 17822 took the villain prisoner, but he knocked the guardian of the law down and escaped, accompanied by a ragged old fellow who seemed to have been his accomplice. It is believed that the purpose of the thieves was to rob the occupants of the carriage, as the taller one approached the ladies, but just then his companion saw the policeman coming and gave him warning, and they fled together. Prince Cabano is naturally very much incensed at this outrage, and has offered a reward of one thousand dollars for t

ompanion, "what do

acquaintance was right; if neither courts nor juries nor newspapers nor public opinion could be appealed to for justice or protection, then indeed might I be sent to prison as a malefactor, for a term of years, for performing a most righteous act. If it was true, and I had heard something of the same sort in my far-away African home, that money ruled everything in this great country; and if his offended lordship desired to crush me, he could certainly do so. While I was buried in these ref

benefactor, my preserver; permi

ou say so

he world. When I stepped out of this room I sent an inquiry to the town near which you reside, and asked if such a person as you claimed to be lived there; what was his appearance, standing and character, and present residence. I shall not shock your modesty by reading the reply I have just received. You will pardon this distrust, but we here in the great

m cordially. It was impossible to lon

Will not that hackman, for the sake of the r

hat told me he belonged to our Brotherhood. He knows that if he betrays us he will die within twenty-four hours, and that there is no power on earth could save him; if he fled to the uttermost end

asked, "of the policeman rele

replied,

ow does he happen to be called Prince? I thought

o a legal document, writes it Jacob Isaacs. But his father, when he grew exceedingly rich and ambitious, purchased a princedom in Italy for a large sum, and the go

said, "is a

cracy of the world is now almo

ked, "how does

the history of mankind bears any record of. Only the strong of body, the cunning of brain, the long-headed, the persistent, the men with capacity to live where a dog would starve, survived the awful trial. Like breeds like; and now the Christian

shall go hard but I will better the instruction.' The 'wheel of fortune has come full circle;' and the descendants of the old peddlers now own and inhabit the palaces where their ancestors once begged at the back doors for secondhand clothes; while the posterity of the former lords have been, i

aid, "what is the na

bership of millions, and extending all over the world. Its purposes are the good of mankind. Some day, I ho

f costumes, male and female, of different sizes, and suited for all conditions of life. On the table were a collection of bottles, holding what I learned were hair dyes of different color

, "I will not be able to wea

and guns; and some singular-looking iron and copper things, which

ness and kindliness in his face which forbade such a thought; although the square chin and projecting jaws and firm-

t gentle, mouth which so distinguished her son. It was evident that there was great love between them, although her face wore a

ile and grasped both my hand

ay rendered him and me an inestimable service. I

ripe information. In the old days our ancestors wasted years of valuable time in the study of languages that were no longer spoken on the earth; and civilization was thus cramped by the shadow of the ancient Roman Empire, whose dead but sceptered sovereigns still ruled the spirits of mankind from their urns

noble and beautiful a civilization should h

exclaimed, in astonish

but inwardly full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness. To think that mankind is so capable of good, and now so cultured

you mean?

the world are insufficiently fed; seven-tenths of the minds of the world are darkened and despairing, and filled with bitterness against the Author of the universe. It is pitiful to think wha

of man over nature, by which the most secret powers of the universe have been captured and harnessed for the good of our race. Why, my friend,

modern civilization. I shall take you, not upon the upper deck of society, where the flags are flying, the breeze blowing, and the music playing, but down into the dark and stuffy depths of the hol

ht, and subscribe myself a

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