ABSTRACT
ALL the week the Zenith continued to boom Karyl Pendargon’s great revolutionary demand, and the circulation of the paper, instead of decreasing, went up by thousands. Now that she had given up the stage (having filled up her part in Jocelyn’s new piece, and sent two companies on tour through the provinces), Karyl was able to afford all her time and attention to the organization of her scheme, and splendidly organized it was. Recruits to the Cause flocked in daily, men as well as women, for the most advanced men of the day saw the way in which the tide was flowing, and recognized the folly of trying to stem it. In every house of Great Britain and Ireland, from the stateliest mansion to the meanest cot, Karyl had managed to insinuate invisible threads whose other ends were in her hands. Her officers generally were brilliant women, either socially, intellectually, or in point of zealous enthusiasm, and she found even the shallowest of her sex useful in spreading the ideas it was her aim to disseminate.
