s agony! How she suffers.
It's getting worse every moment. I can't remember about the medicine.
There it comes again. Now I know. It's not lightning. It's the
petroleum! Be quick, boys. Can't you hear my darling scream? It's
terrible. If I could only think. What was it the French doctor said to
do, if it came back? No. We want to get some rails." Peter dashed
himself against a window. "Once more, men, together. Can't you hear her
scream? Break down the door!" Peter caught up and hurled a pot of
flowers at the window, and the glass shattered and fell to the floor and
street "If I could see. But it's all dark. Are those lights? No. It's
too late. I can't save her from it."

So he wandered physically and mentally. Wandered till sounds of martial
music came up through the broken window. "Fall in," cried Peter. "The
Anarchists are after her. It's dynamite, not lightning. Podds, Don't let
them hurt her. Save her. Oh! save her I Why can't I get to her? Don't
try to hold me," he cried, as he came in contact with a chair. He caught
it up and hurled it across the room, so that it crashed into the
picture-frames, smashing chair and frames into fragments. "I can't be
the one to throw it," he cried, in an agonized voice. "She's all I have.
For years I've been so lonely. Don't I can't throw it. It kills me to
see her suffer. It wouldn't be so horrible if I hadn't done it myself.
If I didn't love her so. But to blow her up myself. I can't. Men, will
you stand by me, and help me to save her?"

The band of music stopped. A moment's silence fell and then up from the
street, came the air of: "Marching through Georgia," five thousand
voices singing:

"Rally round our party, boys;
Rally to the blue,
And battle for our candidate,
So sterling and so true,
Fight for honest government, boys,
And down the vicious crew;
Voting for freedom and Stirling.

"Hurrah, hurrah, for Stirling, brave and strong.
Hurrah, hurrah, for Stirling, never wrong.
And roll the voters up in line,
Two hundred thousand strong;
Voting for freedom and Stirling."

"I can't fight so many. Two hundred thousand! I have no sword. I didn't
shoot them. No! I only gave the order. It hurt me, but I didn't mean to
hurt her. She's all I have. Do you think I intended to kill her? No! No
sacrifice would be too great. And you can talk to me of votes! Two
hundred thousand votes! I did my best for her. I didn't mean to hurt
her.