lutionary force. This was the signal
for the fight. Landauer, a German, young, long, thin and enthusiastic,
made a fine speech in defence of the Anarchists. Then Mowbray of the
English backed him up. I was then in the gallery and saw the mass surge
here and there. Adler of the Austrians strove for peace with
outstretched arms among the crowd, dividing angry and bitter men. But
he was overborne and blows were struck. The Anarchists were expelled.
Only one man was seriously hurt, but those thrown out were bitter at
their expulsion, and on the morrow the row began again.

On the platform were the president and vice-president, and the
interpreters and others. These interpreters are mostly violent partisans
and don't conceal it. A speech they like they deliver with real energy,
rasping in the points. They are not above private interpretations; they
were as liberal as Sir Thomas Urquhart when he translated Rabelais not
in the interests of decency. When they hated a speaker they mangled and
compressed him. There was a great uproar when Gillies, a German, but one
of the English deputation, insisted on translating his first speech into
German. The interpreters and others vowed he would make another and
different one, but he stuck to his point and raised the very devil among
the Germans of the Parliamentary Socialist party who wanted to dispute
the Anarchist delegates' credentials and have them definitely "chucked."
They howled and roared and shook their fists, and the French president
shrieked for order. But at times his bell was a faint tinkle, like a
far sheep-bell on distant hills. He shouted unheard and looked in vain
for a break. For the Germans were accused of meanness; it was simply a
desire to keep out the younger, more open, most alive of the workers,
those who admired not their methods and looked on them as they did on
Eugene Richter.

Then at last the English delegation, who as a body were in favour of
turning the Anarchists out, rose and yelled for the closure, vowing they
would leave until real business was reached if some decision wasn't come
to; and that had some effect. The yells of "_Cloture, cloture!_"
dominated all else, and it was finally voted among frantic disorder, the
French and Dutch standing uproarious against eighteen nationalities. For
on important points they vote so. And in this there is great cunning,
for the organisers hold pocket boroughs among the Swiss, and Bulgarians,
and Servians and other E