The room was dingy ami but poorly lighted. Around the long table in its centre were gathered the conspirators•—the men who had sworn to kill theCzar. A strange appearance they had in the tficke.ing candle-light; some with tierce faces, marked by the bitter lines of hunger and hate; some with the enthusiastic and inpt expression of dreamers; others with the cold impassivity of great generals. One of 1 last-mentioned, colder, morei ’ v i than ths rest, sat at theb f i table,facing the president.1’ • * showed not the slightest“ Vet in an hour he meant ' *■! ■ 1 L*e men who sat about him* ‘ * horrors of a living death, ouoleak p'ains of Hiber a, gaining thereby the lasting favor of his imperial master. The blow that would ruin his comrades would make him. r^he clock struck eight as the p.esi-t rose to speak.Brothers,’' he began, “we have iworn the same sacred vows, we e all stood the severe tests of our3r—we can all be trusted. It bees my duty, therefore, to speak Oar days of plotting are passed, ame for action has come. At last we shall strike a decisive blow for libertr. ”