But it was the old story.

For young men the cause is as demoralizing as boarding schools are for girls." "What did he do ?" "It went to his head.

He took a bedroom in Pall Mall and sat at the window with an electric rifle picking them off on the door-steps of the clubs.

It was a noble idea, but of course it imperilled the very existence of the society.

He was a curate." "What became of him ?" asked Andrew.
"He is better dead," said the stranger, softly.
"And the Society you speak of, what is it ?" "The S.D.W.