Chapter Vii. The Hiding Place : p. 60 CHAPTER VII. THE HIDING-PLACE I had seen something of the magnificence of this age, and of the splendor of its lordly habitations; but I was not prepared for the grandeur of the rooms through which Rudolph led me. It would be impossible to adequately describe them. We moved noiselessly over...
Chapter Xxxii. The Rat Trap : p. 252 CHAPTER XXXII. THE RAT-TRAP Some of the troops advanced toward the barricade. Instantly the long line of its top bristled with fire; the fire was returned; the rattle was continuous and terrible, mingled with the rapid, grinding noise of the machine guns. The sound spread in every directi...
Chapter Xviii. The Execution : p. 145 CHAPTER XVIII. THE EXECUTION "Now, Gabriel," said Max, "I will have to blindfold you--not that I mistrust you, but that I have to satisfy the laws of our society and the scruples of others." This was said just before we opened the door. He folded a silk handkerchief over my face, and led me...
Chapter Xxvii. Max's Story Continued : p. 224 CHAPTER XXVII. MAX'S STORY CONTINUED--THE BLACKSMITH SHOP "I need not describe the joy there was in the Jansen family when I brought home Mrs. Brederhagan's deed of gift and the money. Christina did not yet know that her voice was destroyed, and hence was disposed to refuse what she called...
Untitled : CSAR'S COLUMN A Story of the Twentieth Century. BY IGNATIUS DONNELLY. writing as EDMUND BOISGILBERT, M.D. Chicago, F.J. Shulte & Co. [1890] After the commercial success of Atlantis, the Antediluvian World and Ragnarok, which guaranteed him an income for the rest of his life, Ignatius Donnelly...
Chapter X. Preparations For To Night : p. 86 CHAPTER X. PREPARATIONS FOR TO-NIGHT The next morning I found Maximilian in conference with a stranger; a heavily-built, large-jawed, uncommunicative man. As I was about to withdraw my friend insisted that I should sit down. "We have been making the necessary arrangements for next Monday...
Chapter Xi. How The World Came To Be Ruined : p. 89 CHAPTER XI. HOW THE WORLD CAME TO BE RUINED We were uneasy, restless, longing for the night to come. To while away the time we conversed upon subjects that were near our hearts. I said to Maximilian while he paced the room: "How did this dreadful state of affairs, in which the world now...
Chapter Xxiv. Max's Story Continued The Journeym : CHAPTER XXIV. MAX'S STORY CONTINUED--THE JOURNEYMAN PRINTER "You may be sure that that night the public took the variety theater by storm; every seat was filled; the very aisles were crowded with men standing; the beer flowed in streams and the tobacco-smoke rose in clouds; the establishment w...
Chapter Xvii. The Flight And Pursuit : p. 140 CHAPTER XVII. THE FLIGHT AND PURSUIT He opened the door of a room and pushed me into it. "Wait," he whispered, "for my orders." I looked around me. It was Rudolph's room--the one I had been in before. I was not alone. There was a young gentleman standing at a window, looking out ...
Chapter Xxxiv. The Prince Gives His Last Bribe : p. 261 CHAPTER XXXIV. THE PRINCE GIVES HIS LAST BRIBE But it was when the mob reached the wealthier parts of the city that the horrors of the devastation really began. Here almost every grand house was the abode of one of the condemned. True, many of them had fled. But the cunning cripple...
Chapter Ii. My Adventure : p. 20 CHAPTER II. MY ADVENTURE My Dear Heinrich: I little supposed when I wrote you yesterday that twenty four hours could so completely change my circumstances. Then I was a dweller in the palatial Darwin Hotel, luxuriating in all its magnificence. Now I am hiding in a strange house and trembling...
Chapter Xxxiii. 'the Ocean Overpeers Its List : p. 256 CHAPTER XXXIII. "THE OCEAN OVERPEERS ITS LIST" And then all avenues were open. And like a huge flood, long damned up, turbulent, turbid, muddy, loaded with wrecks and debris, the gigantic mass broke loose, full of foam and terror, and flowed in every direction. A foul and brutal...
Chapter Xxiii. Max's Story The Songstress : p. 198 CHAPTER XXIII. MAX'S STORY--THE SONGSTRESS When Max came home the next evening I observed that his face wore a very joyous expression--it was indeed radiant. He smiled without cause; he moved as if on air. At the supper table his mother noticed these significant appearances also...
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Chapter Xix. The Mamelukes Of The Air : p. 154 CHAPTER XIX. THE MAMELUKES OF THE AIR The vice-president of the Brotherhood leaned forward and whispered to one of the secretaries, who, taking two men with him, left the room. A seat was given me. There was a pause of perhaps ten minutes. Not a whisper broke the silence. Then there came...
Chapter Ix. The Poisoned Knife : p. 74 CHAPTER IX. THE POISONED KNIFE When we returned home, on Sunday evening, Max found the receptacle in the wall which communicated with the pneumatic-tube system standing open. In it he found a long communication in cipher. He read a few lines with a startled look and then said: "Here is...
Chapter Xxxviii. The Flight : p. 286 CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE FLIGHT "Yes," I replied, "we cannot remain here another night. Think what would be the effect if a fire broke out anywhere in this block!" He looked at me in a startled way. "True," he said; "we must fly. I would cheerfully give my life if its sacrifice would arrest...
Chapter Xvi. Gabriel's Folly : p. 137 CHAPTER XVI. GABRIEL'S FOLLY While the applause that followed this diabolical scheme rang loud and long around the council-chamber, I stood there paralyzed. My eyes dilated and my heartbeat furiously. I was overwhelmed with the dreadful, the awful prospect, so coolly presented by th...
Chapter Xxxi. 'sheol : p. 248 CHAPTER XXXI. "SHEOL" I looked down into the dark street. I could see nothing; but immediately a confused buzz and murmur, of motion everywhere, arose from the depths below me. As it grew louder and clearer I could hear the march of thousands of feet, moving rapidly; and then a number...
Chapter Xxxv. The Liberated Prisoner : p. 266 CHAPTER XXXV. THE LIBERATED PRISONER About two o'clock that day Maximilian returned home. He was covered with dust and powder-smoke, but there was no blood upon him. I did not see him return; but when I entered the drawing-room I started back. There was a stranger present. I could not long...
Chapter Xx. The Workingmen's Meeting : p. 161 CHAPTER XX. THE WORKINGMEN'S MEETING I have told you, my dear Heinrich, that I have latterly attended, and even spoken at, a number of meetings of the workingmen of this city. I have just returned from one of the largest I have seen. It was held in a great underground chamber, or series...
Chapter Xxvi. Max's Story Continued The Widow : p. 220 CHAPTER XXVI. MAX'S STORY CONTINUED--THE WIDOW AND HER SON "The next day, about ten in the morning, I went out to procure some medicine for Christina. I was gone but a few minutes, and on my return, as I mounted the stairs, I was surprised to hear a strange voice in the sick-room. I entered...
Chapter Xxxvi. Caesar Erects His Monument : p. 276 CHAPTER XXXVI. CSAR ERECTS HIS MONUMENT "What other news have you?" I asked. "The strangest you ever heard," replied Max. "What is it?" "Csar," said Max, "has fallen upon a scheme of the most frenzied and extraordinary kind." "Are the members of the Executive Committee all going crazy...
Chapter Xxi. A Sermon Of The Twentieth Century : p. 178 CHAPTER XXI. A SERMON OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY Max and I entered the church together. It is a magnificent structure--palatial, cathedral-like, in its proportions--a gorgeous temple of fashion, built with exquisite taste, of different-colored marbles, and surrounded by graceful columns...
Chapter Xxxvii. The Second Day : p. 280 CHAPTER XXXVII. THE SECOND DAY It was a dreadful night. Crowds of farmers from the surrounding country kept pouring into the city. They were no longer the honest yeomanry who had filled, in the old time, the armies of Washington, and Jackson, and Grant, and Sherman, with brave patriotic...
Chapter Xl. The Garden In The Mountains : p. 299 CHAPTER XL. THE GARDEN IN THE MOUNTAINS ["These concluding lines are from the journal of Gabriel Weltstein".] Since my return home I have not been idle. In the first place, I collected and put together the letters I had written to my brother Heinrich, from New York. I did this because I...
Chapter Xxii. Estella And I : p. 191 CHAPTER XXII. ESTELLA AND I I need not say to you, my dear Heinrich, how greatly I love Estella. It is not alone for her beauty, although that is as perfect and as graceful as the dream of some Greek artist hewn in immortal marble. That alone would have elicited merely my admiration. But...
Chapter Xxxix. Europe : p. 294 CHAPTER XXXIX. EUROPE The next day we were flying over the ocean. The fluctuous and changeable waves were beneath us, with their multitudinous hues and colors, as light and foam and billows mingled. Far as the eye could reach, they seemed to be climbing over each other forever, like...
Chapter Iii. The Beggar's Home : p. 25 CHAPTER III. THE BEGGAR'S HOME The house we entered was furnished with a degree of splendor of which the external appearance gave no prophecy. We passed up the stairs and into a handsome room, hung around with pictures, and adorned with book-cases. The beggar left me. I sat for some time...
Chapter V. Estella Washington : p. 45 CHAPTER V. ESTELLA WASHINGTON My Dear Heinrich: One morning after breakfast, Max and I were seated in the library, enjoying our matutinal cigars, when, the conversation flagging, I asked Maximilian whether he had noticed the two young ladies who were in the Prince of Cabano's carriage...
To The Public : TO THE PUBLIC It is to you, O thoughtful and considerate public, that I dedicate this book. May it, under the providence of God, do good to this generation and posterity! I earnestly hope my meaning, in the writing ther, may not be misapprehended. It must not be thought, because I am constrained...
Chapter Vi. The Interview : p. 51 CHAPTER VI. THE INTERVIEW Mounting to one of the electrical railroads, we were soon at the house of the Prince. Passing around to the servants' entrance of the palace, Maximilian sent in his card to the Master of the Servants, who soon appeared, bowing deferentially to my friend. We were...
Chapter Xv. The Master Of 'the Demons : p. 132 CHAPTER XV. THE MASTER OF "THE DEMONS" The door, in a few minutes, opened, and closed behind a tall, handsome, military-looking man, in a bright uniform, with the insignia of a brigadier-general of the United States army on his shoulders. The Prince greeted him respectfully and invited him...
Chapter Viii. The Brotherhood : p. 67 CHAPTER VIII. THE BROTHERHOOD I cannot give you, my dear brother, a detailed account of every day's occurrences, although I know that your love for me would make every incident of interest to you. I shall, however, jot down my reflections on sheets, and send them to you as occasion serves...
Chapter Xiv. The Spy's Story : p. 123 CHAPTER XIV. THE SPY'S STORY "Andrews," said the Prince, "tell these gentlemen what you have found out about the extent of this organization and the personality of its leaders?" "My lord," replied the man, "I can speak only by hearsay--from whispers which I have heard in a thousand places...
Chapter Xxv. Max's Story Continued The Dark Shadow : p. 212 CHAPTER XXV. MAX'S STORY CONTINUED--THE DARK SHADOW "But a cloud was moving up to cover the fair face of this pleasant prospect; and yet the sun was shining and the birds singing. "Christina was very busy during the day with her teachers. She loved music and was anxious to excel. She had...
Chapter Xxix. Elysium : p. 234 CHAPTER XXIX. ELYSIUM It was a bright and sunny autumn day. We were a very happy party. Estella was disguised with gold spectacles, a black wig and a veil, and she looked like some middle-aged school-teacher out for a holiday. We took the electric motor to a station one mile and a half...
Chapter Xii. Gabriel's Utopia : p. 101 CHAPTER XII. GABRIEL'S UTOPIA "But what would you do, my good Gabriel," said Maximilian, smiling, "if the reformation of the world were placed in your hands? Every man has an Utopia in his head. Give me some idea of yours." "First," I said, "I should do away with all interest on money...
Chapter Iv. The Under World : p. 36 CHAPTER IV. THE UNDER-WORLD My Dear Heinrich: Since I wrote you last night I have been through dreadful scenes. I have traversed death in life. I have looked with my very eyes on Hell. I am sick at heart. My soul sorrows for humanity. Max (for so I have come to call my new-found friend) woke...
Chapter Xxx. Upon The House Top : p. 244 CHAPTER XXX. UPON THE HOUSE-TOP A few days after our joint wedding Max came running in one day, and said: "It is to be to-morrow." He gave each of us a red cross to sew upon our clothes. He was very much excited, and hurried out again. I had said to him, the morning of our marriage, that I...
Chapter I. The Great City : p. 7 CHAPTER I THE GREAT CITY [This book is a series of letters, from Gabriel Weltstein, in New York, to his brother, Heinrich Weltstein, in the State of Uganda, Africa.] NEW YORK, Sept. 10, 1988 My Dear Brother: Here I am, at last, in the great city. My eyes are weary with gazing, and my mouth...
Chapter Xiii. The Council Of The Oligarchy : p. 116 CHAPTER XIII. THE COUNCIL OF THE OLIGARCHY Precisely as Rudolph had forecast, things came to pass. I arrived at the palace of the Prince at half past six; at half past seven, my ordinary suit was covered with a braided livery, and I accompanied Rudolph to the council-chamber. We placed...
Chapter Xxviii. Max's Story Concluded : p. 227 CHAPTER XXVIII. MAX'S STORY CONCLUDED--THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS "I used to run out every other day, and I was as welcome as if I had been really a member of the family. The day before yesterday I found the whole household in a state of joyous excitement. Christina had been enjoined to put...
