a sovereignty for himself; this done, he could in future be more guarded.  His reporter purposely sent ‘copy’ to Mr. Westlake which could not be printed, and the rejection of the report was the signal for secession.  Comrade Roodhouse printed at his own expense a considerable number of leaflets, and sowed them broadcast in the Socialist meeting-places.  There were not wanting disaffected brethren, who perused these appeals with satisfaction.  Schism flourished.

Comrade Roodhouse was of course a man of no means, but he numbered among his followers two extremely serviceable men, one of them a practical printer who carried on a small business in Camden Town; the other an oil merchant, who, because his profits had never exceeded a squalid two thousand a year, whereas another oil merchant of his acquaintance made at least twice as much, was embittered against things in general, and ready to assist any subversionary movement, yea, even with coin of the realm, on the one condition that he should be allowed to insert articles of his own composition in the new organ which it was proposed to establish.  There was no difficulty in conceding this trifle, and the ‘Tocsin’ was the result.  The name was a suggestion of the oil merchant himself, and no bad name if Socialists at large could be supposed capable of understanding it; but the oil merchant was too important a man to be thwarted, and the argument by which he supported his choice was incontestable.  ’Isn’t it our aim to educate the people?  Very well, then let them begin by knowing what Tocsin means.  I shouldn’t know myself if I hadn’t come across it in the newspaper and looked it up in the dictionary; so there you are!’

And there was the ‘Tocsin,’ a weekly paper like the ‘Fiery Cross.’  The first number appeared in the middle of February, so admirably prepared were the plans of Comrade Roodhouse.  It appeared on Friday; the next Sunday promised to be a lively day at Commonwealth Hall and elsewhere.  At the original head-quarters of the Union addresses were promised from two leading men, Comrades Westlake and Mutimer.  Comrade Roodhouse would in the morning address an assembly on Clerkenwell Green; in the evening his voice would summon adherents to the meeting-place in Hoxton which had been the scene of our friend Richard’s earliest triumphs.  With few exceptions the Socialists of that region had gone over to the new man and the new paper.

Richard arrived in town on the Saturday, and went to the house in Highbury, whither disagreeable business once more summoned him.  Alice, who, owing to her mother’s resolute refusal to direct the household, had not as yet been able to spend more than a day or two with Richard and his wife, sent nothing but ill news to Wanley.  Mrs. Mutimer seemed to be breaking down in health, and ’Arry was undisguisedly returning to evil ways.  For the former, it was suspected—­a locked door prevented certainty—­that she had of late kept her bed the greater part of the