there had been a heavy shower of rain, but the sun was already shining through the breaks in the clouds and throwing swiftly changing shadows on the streets, the houses, and the gardens of the city of laurania. everything shone wetly in the sunlight: the dust had been laid; the air was cool; the trees looked green and grateful. it was the first rain after the summer heats, and it marked the beginning of that delightful autumn climate which has made the lauranian capital the home of the artist, the invalid, and the sybarite.

the shower had been heavy, but it had not dispersed the crowds that were gathered in the great square in front of the parliament house. it was welcome, but it had not altered their anxious and angry looks; it had drenched them without cooling their excitement. evidently an event of consequence was taking place. the fine building, where the representatives of the people were wont to meet, wore an aspect of sombre importance that the trophies and statues, with which an ancient and an art-loving people had decorated its fa?ade, did not dispel. a squadron of lancers of the republican guard was drawn up at the foot of the great steps, and a considerable body of infantry kept a broad space clear in front of the entrance. behind the soldiers the people filled in the rest of the picture. they swarmed in the square and the streets leading to it; they had scrambled on to the numerous monuments, which the taste and pride of the republic had raised to the memory of her ancient heroes, covering them so completely that they looked like mounds of human beings; even the trees contained their occupants, while the windows and often the roofs, of the houses and offices which overlooked the scene were crowded with spectators. it was a great multitude and it vibrated with excitement. wild passions surged across the throng, as squalls sweep across a stormy sea. here and there a man, mounting above his fellows, would harangue those whom his voice could reach, and a cheer or a shout was caught up by thousands who had never heard the words but were searching for something to give expression to their feelings.

it was a great day in the history of laurania. for five long years since the civil war the people had endured the insult of autocratic rule. the fact that the government was strong, and the memory of the disorders of the past, had operated powerfully on the minds of the more sober citizens. but from the first there had been murmurs. there were many who had borne arms on the losing side in the long struggle that had ended in the victory of president antonio molara. some had suffered wounds or confiscation; others had undergone imprisonment; many had lost friends and relations, who with their latest breath had enjoined the uncompromising prosecution of the war. the government had started with implacable enemies, and their rule had been harsh and tyrannical. the ancient constitution to which the citizens were so strongly attached and of which they were so proud, had been subverted. the president, alleging the prevalence of sedition, had declined to invite the people to send their representatives to that chamber which had for many centuries been regarded as the surest bulwark of popular liberties. thus the discontents increased day by day and year by year: the national party, which had at first consisted only of a few survivors of the beaten side, had swelled into the most numerous and powerful faction in the state; and at last they had found a leader. the agitation proceeded on all sides. the large and turbulent population of the capital were thoroughly devoted to the rising cause. demonstration had followed demonstration; riot had succeeded riot; even the army showed signs of unrest. at length the president had decided to make concessions. it was announced that on the first of september the electoral writs should be issued and the people should be accorded an opportunity of expressing their wishes and opinions.

this pledge had contented the more peaceable citizens. the extremists, finding themselves in a minority, had altered their tone. the government, taking advantage of the favourable moment, had arrested several of the more violent leaders. others, who had fought in the war and had returned from exile to take part in the revolt, fled for their lives across the border. a rigorous search for arms had resulted in important captures. european nations, watching with interested and anxious eyes the political barometer, were convinced that the government cause was in the ascendant. but meanwhile the people waited, silent and expectant, for the fulfilment of the promise.

at length the day had come. the necessary preparations for summoning the seventy thousand male electors to record their votes had been carried out by the public officials. the president, as the custom prescribed, was in person to sign the necessary writ of summons to the faithful citizens. warrants for election would be forwarded to the various electoral divisions in the city and the provinces, and those who were by the ancient law entitled to the franchise would give their verdict on the conduct of him whom the populists in bitter hatred had called the dictator.

it was for this moment that the crowd was waiting. though cheers from time to time arose, they waited for the most part in silence. even when the president had passed on his way to the senate, they had foreborne to hoot; in their eyes he was virtually abdicating, and that made amends for all. the time-honoured observances, the long-loved rights would be restored, and once more democratic government would be triumphant in laurania.

suddenly, at the top of the steps in the full view of the people, a young man appeared, his dress disordered and his face crimson with excitement. it was moret, one of the civic council. he was immediately recognised by the populace, and a great cheer arose. many who could not see him took up the shout, which re-echoed through the square, the expression of a nation's satisfaction. he gesticulated vehemently, but his words, if he spoke at all, were lost in the tumult. another man, an usher, followed him out hurriedly, put his hand on his shoulder, appeared to speak with earnestness, and drew him back into the shadow of the entrance. the crowd still cheered.

a third figure issued from the door, an old man in the robes of municipal office. he walked, or rather tottered feebly down the steps to a carriage, which had drawn up to meet him. again there were cheers. "godoy! godoy! bravo, godoy! champion of the people! hurrah, hurrah!"

it was the mayor, one of the strongest and most reputable members of the party of reform. he entered his carriage and drove through the open space, maintained by the soldiery, into the crowd, which, still cheering, gave way with respect.

the carriage was open and it was evident that the old man was painfully moved. his face was pale, his mouth puckered into an expression of grief and anger, his whole frame shaken with suppressed emotion. the crowd had greeted him with applause, but, quick to notice, were struck by his altered appearance and woeful looks. they crowded round the carriage crying: "what has happened? is all well? speak, godoy, speak!" but he would have none of them, and quivering with agitation bade his coachman drive the faster. the people gave way slowly, sullenly, thoughtfully, as men who make momentous resolutions. something had happened, untoward, unforeseen, unwelcome; what this was, they were anxious to know.

and then began a period of wild rumour. the president had refused to sign the writs; he had committed suicide; the troops had been ordered to fire; the elections would not take place, after all; savrola had been arrested,—seized in the very senate, said one, murdered added another. the noise of the multitude changed into a dull dissonant hum of rising anger.

at last the answer came. there was a house, overlooking the square, which was separated from the chamber of representatives only by a narrow street, and this street had been kept clear for traffic by the troops. on the balcony of this house the young man, moret, the civic councillor, now reappeared, and his coming was the signal for a storm of wild, anxious cries from the vast concourse. he held up his hand for silence and after some moments his words became audible to those nearest. "you are betrayed—a cruel fraud—the hopes we had cherished are dashed to the ground—all has been done in vain— cheated! cheated! cheated!" the broken fragments of his oratory reached far into the mass of excited humanity, and then he shouted a sentence, which was heard by thousands and repeated by thousands more. "the register of citizenship has been mutilated, and the names of more than half the electors have been erased. to your tents, oh people of laurania!"

for an instant there was silence, and then a great sob of fury, of disappointment, and of resolve arose from the multitude.

at this moment the presidential carriage, with its four horses, its postilions in the republican livery, and an escort of lancers, moved forward to the foot of the steps, as there emerged from the parliament house a remarkable figure. he wore the splendid blue and white uniform of a general of the lauranian army; his breast glittered with medals and orders; his keen strong features were composed. he paused for a moment before descending to his carriage, as if to give the mob an opportunity to hiss and hoot to their content, and appeared to talk unconcernedly with his companion, se?or louvet, the minister of the interior. he pointed once or twice towards the surging masses, and then walked slowly down the steps. louvet had intended to accompany him, but he heard the roar of the crowd and remembered that he had some business to attend to in the senate that could not be delayed; the other went on alone. the soldiers presented arms. a howl of fury arose from the people. a mounted officer, who sat his horse unmoved, an inexorable machine, turned to a subordinate with an order. several companies of foot-soldiers began defiling from the side street on the right of the chamber, and drawing up in line in the open space which was now partly invaded by the mob.

the president entered his carriage which, preceded by an entire troop of lancers, immediately started at a trot. so soon as the carriage reached the edge of the open space, a rush was made by the crowd. the escort closed up; "fall back there!" shouted an officer, but he was unheeded. "will you move, or must we move you?" said a gruffer voice. yet the mob gave not an inch. the danger was imminent. "cheat! traitor! liar! tyrant!" they shouted, with many other expressions too coarse to be recorded. "give us back our rights—you, who have stolen them!"

and then some one at the back of the crowd fired a revolver into the air. the effect was electrical. the lancers dropped their points and sprang forward. shouts of terror and fury arose on all sides. the populace fled before the cavalry; some fell on the ground and were trampled to death; some were knocked down and injured by the horses; a few were speared by the soldiers. it was a horrible scene. those behind threw stones, and some fired random pistol shots. the president remained unmoved. erect and unflinching he gazed on the tumult as men gaze at a race about which they have not betted. his hat was knocked off, and a trickle of blood down his cheek showed where a stone had struck. for some moments the issue seemed doubtful. the crowd might storm the carriage and then,—to be torn to pieces by a rabble! there were other and more pleasant deaths. but the discipline of the troops overcame all obstacles, the bearing of the man appeared to cow his enemies, and the crowd fell back, still hooting and shouting.

meanwhile the officer commanding the infantry by the parliament house had been alarmed by the rushes of the mob, which he could see were directed at the president's carriage. he determined to create a diversion. "we shall have to fire on them," he said to the major who was beside him.

"excellent," replied that officer; "it will enable us to conclude those experiments in penetration, which we have been trying with the soft-nosed bullet. a very valuable experiment, sir," and then turning to the soldiers he issued several orders. "a very valuable experiment," he repeated.

"somewhat expensive," said the colonel dryly; "and half a company will be enough, major."

there was a rattle of breech-blocks as the rifles were loaded. the people immediately in front of the troops struggled madly to escape the impending volley. one man, a man in a straw hat, kept his head. he rushed forward. "for god's sake don't fire!" he cried. "have mercy! we will disperse."

there was a moment's pause, a sharp order and a loud explosion, followed by screams. the man in the straw hat bent backwards and fell on the ground; other figures also subsided and lay still in curiously twisted postures. every one else except the soldiers fled; fortunately there were many exits to the square, and in a few minutes it was almost deserted. the president's carriage made its way through the flying crowd to the gates of the palace, which were guarded by more soldiers, and passed through in safety.

all was now over. the spirit of the mob was broken and the wide expanse of constitution square was soon nearly empty. forty bodies and some expended cartridges lay on the ground. both had played their part in the history of human developement and passed out of the considerations of living men. nevertheless the soldiers picked up the empty cases, and presently some police came with carts and took the other things away, and all was quiet again in laurania.