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ces half hid by the smoky atmosphere. Mystic, dreamer, lunatic--what you will,--he held the men in weird fascination. They crouched, rather than sat before him. Had he spoken in whispers, not a word would have been lost. His eyes shone with a new light, and his voice softened as he continued: "We are on the verge of another battle in the great conflict over the right to live. Battles without number have been fought in this conflict--blood without stint has been poured upon its fields.--With what result? Here, in this land of plenty, the hosts are gathering for a contest of such magnitude that, compared to it, all former conflicts will seem mere skirmishes. Why? Because the sword never has touched, and never can touch, the soul of man--because blood not shed in consecration cannot heal. The eyes of the world must look upon a blameless death-devotion to a cause. If I am mad, it is a madness learned of Christ. Are your lives so valuable that you fear to lose them? Is death a terror to you who die daily? Humanity bleeds from every pore--do you shudder at blood? Civilisation calls upon you, her outcasts, for salvation. Will you answer her--you who, here in the City of New York, see the rich digging a gulf between themselves and the poor--a gulf that may be a grave for countless thousands--a trench for oceans of blood that a few drops shed now may save? We must demonstrate which side we are on--we must make a great spectacle! I want volunteers for death--volunteers for the death that redeems!" With hands spread out in appeal--the fine head thrown back--he stood like the shade of some great Being encircled by the mists of unreality. From out of the smoke there staggered and stumbled toward him a man who grasped the outstretched hand-- "I volunteer!" he cried. Schrieber's calm face bespoke a benediction. "My brother," he answered, simply. The recruit was Sandy McWhiffle. I started to my feet with a cry of protest on my lips, but the great smoke bank above seemed suddenly to descend and envelop me, choking and stifling me. For a moment I fought it, gasping for breath, but only drawing the foul air deeper down into my lungs. Then I remembered nothing more. They said at the hospital it was nicotine poisoning. V. For some days--just how many I don't remember--I had been in the condition which often follows sudden illness, when the mind is groping about to connect things one with another, and to adjust relati
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