The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1905-08-20

! our guilt. So we buried them.
But now it is all changed Everybody
talks in Russia today and nobody cares
nat a step forward, at least
Met the New Spirit.
On the train that carried him from
!-Alexandrovo on the German frontier te
I Bieiostok he met the new spirit for the
first time. The first inkling of it came
/ from the chief conductor, who spotted
/ MI Mandelkern for q foreigner by his
satcheI- The traveller, mindful OF the old
days. replied quickly that he would moi
/ listen to any talk about politics The
Whitebearded conductor laughed.
/ we all talk, he said Whom have
we to fear? The government-pooh:
i Everybody knows that a change has got
II come"
i few weeks later a barber at War
saw, who looked like a prince, said the
same thing:
You know they cannot kill Us all.
| They may kill me, and the next man,
and hundred of us-but it must come
t. an end sooner or later. And then the
rest of us will be free. That's why it is
| rot as of old That's why the game is
new open"
New oppressors at Work.
1t is not the government, but the Uu-
gam; not the pressure from above but
the pressure from below. that the ordi-
| IIary citizan has come to fear most, MFR.
{ MandelkerF said. In BieIostok he had a
/ chance to see with his own eyes what
the UEgani were and what work they
did. He had a friend named Moren, q
manufacturer who employed 600 men in
his cloth factory, and who never had
had quarrel with his laborers.
One day while Mr.. Mandelkern was at
Moren's house the latter was visited by
three men. They were dressed in blue
blouses of particular cut and wore
short sticks These two, it seemed, were
the insignia OF the UHgani. They were
dirty and unkempt and inselent. Their
demand was for 800 rubles to be paid
before 10 o'clock the next morning.
Who are your" asked the manufac-
turer. Il know the Bund (the central
body OF the Social Democratic party,
and I know the Achrana (the Citizens
Protective Associatien). You represent
neither. Show me who you are, and I
with pay. But to any man walking In
from the street I'll not give up money"
Never mind who we are" rejoined
the visitors. Never mind why you
should pay. Pay you must for protec-
ton, for your own Ife's sake"
That day Moren spoke to his workmen
and asked if the demands came from
them
No. little father said their spokes-
man. I'VE have no quarrel with thee.
Thou art ever fair. Those men were
Uligani. Don't pay
Murder; No Punishment.
The next night the three men came 20
Moren's house and forced their way in
They pretended TO have a telegram to
deliver, and a servant girl opened the
door. Once inside the ruffians made
their way to the bedroom. Moren was
already in bed. His frightened and cry
ing wife was told that they had come to
take her husbands life. The centenarian
father of the manufactures was roughly
thrown into a corner. Three revolver
shots finished the doomed man And
then, because one of the murderers
thought that life still remained in the
body. he drew a long knife and plunged
it TO the hilt into the heart Of the victim
Mr.. Mandeikern called on the chief Of
police next day to learn if anything
could he done to secure punishment of
the murdereFs. He found that they were
well known, but the chief refused TO act
What can / do?" said he, -Four of
my predecessors have been killed by
bombs in six months. In that time only
ten Cossacks have been killed / want
TO live"
Three weeks later a bomb was thrown
at this man while he was riding with his
son, e student. and both were killed.
From the chief of police. Mr.. Mandel-
kern went to the Polkovnik or colonel
of the cavalry regiment garrisoned at
Blelostok.
Soldiery Helpless.
What can I do?" was the reply, as
it was that of every official appealed to.
If l took my polk Q.eO0 mem what
would happen? The rascals would defy
us till We shot them. And then what
would happen? l would be a dead
man inside Of two days, and the whole
foreign press would set me down as a
murderer and q butcher. l can do
nothing.
NY hat are we coming TO? / tell you,
either we will have TO kin all the sol
diers or We must kill all the people,
The people are rioting every day, now
IN this village and now in that The
soldiers are tired TO death They have
no rest. We dare not ask them to
turn out any longer. And what will be
soldiers, and we cannot kill the people.
SO they will XIII us, / wish ] could go
away-to Amer,-s-but here I am, and
here 1 must stay tin the end comes"
Cemeteries Criminal Homes.
When he went TO the cemetery TO look
for mis- fathers grave. Mr. MandelkerR
saw rlen and women moving about there
as If they We're at home. He asked an
old seXagenarian gravedigger who they
were and proposed to speak to them
"!or the Lords sake BARN. cried
the old man. are you tired of your
hfc2 Those are the UHgani. They live
here. The place is theirs, and they
VII kill you # you show any curiosity
But the police asked Alr. Mandel-
kern; don't they do anything
What can they do?" asked the man.
They got the soldiers the other day
4 Whole 'rotta'-150 men-and they sur
rounded the cemetery There vas n
fight, Four soldiers were killed. The
rest ran away They would not come
back And the UliSani are still here. D."
Nobody Pays Taxes in Warsaw.
In Warsaw Mr.. MandeIkern found