any one with unbiased judgment that you are not Horace
Endicott, even if you are not Arthur Dillon. I knew the young man
slightly, and his family very well. I can see myself playing the part
which you have presented to us for the past five years, quite as
naturally as Horace Endicott would have played it. It was not in
Horace's nature, nor in the Endicott nature to turn Irish so
completely."

Arthur felt all the bitterness and the interest which this shot implied.

"I had the pleasure of knowing Endicott well, much better than you,
sir," he returned warmly, "and while I know he was something of a
good-natured butterfly, I can say something for his fairness and
courage. If he had known what I know of the Irish, of their treatment by
their enemies at home and here, of English hypocrisy and American
meanness, of their banishment from the land God gave them and your
attempt to drive them out of New York or to keep them in the gutter, he
would have taken up their cause as honestly as I have done."

"You are always the orator, Mr. Endi ... Dillon."

"I have feeling, which is rare in the world," said Arthur smiling. "Do
you know what this passion for justice has done for me, Mr. Livingstone?
It has brought out in me the eloquence which you have praised, and
inspired the energy, the deviltry, the trickery, the courage, that were
used so finely at your expense.

"I was like Endicott, a wild irresponsible creature, thinking only of my
own pleasure. Out of my love for one country which is not mine, out of a
study of the wrongs heaped upon the Irish by a civilized people, I have
secured the key to the conditions of the time. I have learned to despise
and pity the littleness of your party, to recognize the shams of the
time everywhere, the utter hypocrisy of those in power.

"I have pledged myself to make war on them as I made war on you; on the
power that, mouthing liberty, holds Ireland in slavery; on the powers
that, mouthing order and peace, hold down Poland, maintain Turkey, rob
and starve India, loot the helpless wherever they may. I was a harmless
hypocrite and mostly a fool once. Time and hardship and other things,
chiefly Irish and English, have given me a fresh start in the life of
thought. You hardly understand this, being thoroughly English in your
make-up.

"You love good Protestants, pagans who hate the Pope, all who bow to
England, and that part of America which is English. You can blow about
their rights and