The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-24

because they were the talismans that set all natives talking.
 "Amerikanisti," they cried, and their eyes glisteneo> From America--from the lucky land. Then you are no spy" ftated there was another sesame in the hands of MT. Mandeikern, the power of which opened the last door In all his travels he found no Rus sian who could resist the fragrance of xenuince Havana cigar. The most stubborn silence turned into garrulous .talkativeness at the sight of juicy perfecto. And while they talked, Mir. Mandelkern listened and made note He, told the result yesterday to New York Times reporter.
 T remember when I was a student" he said. That was in the days when the bureaucracy still was all-powerful and when to breathe anything against the government was worth ones free doom if not one's life. We used to study forbidden literature in those days-and all literature worth read ing seemed to be forbidden. Pitiaoie. thin, Imprinted pamphlets they were. telling us students about the rights of man. We read them two and three together.
 i Our rooms were not safe. still less the street The very woods seemed unsafe. Back of each tree we saw watching spy. And when at last we had finished the little pooks-pros- chure' we called them in German there was the question of what to do with them. A fire would make smoke and might draw an enemy. TO tear up the leaves would be to strew the woods with evidence of our guilt. So we buried them.
 But now 1t Is all changed. Every bodv talks in Russia today and mo- body cares. That's a step forward, at least"
 on the train that carried him from | Alexandrovo on the German frontier | to Bielostok he met the new spirit | for the first time. The first mixing who spotted MT. Mandeikern for for | eigner by his satchel. The traveller, mindful of the old days, replied quick | ly that he would not listen to any talk about politics. The white beard ed conductor laughed.
 l we all talk" he said. Whom have we to fear? The government-pooh. Everybody knows that a change has got to come"
 A few weeks later barber at War saw, who looked like a prince, said the same thing:
 | You know they can not Kill us all. | They may kill me and the next man and ! a hundred of us-but 1t must come to | an end sooner or later. And then the 1 rest of us will be free. That's why It is not as of old. That's why the game | Is now open"
 It Is not the Government, but the UliEani; not the pressure from above, but the pressure from below, that the ordinary citizen has come to fear most, l Mir Mandelkern said. In Bielstok he had a chance to see with his own eyes | what the Uligani were and what work they did. He had a friend named Mo- | ren, a manufacturer who employed 800 men in his cloth factory. and who never had had a quarrel with his laborers. One day, while Mir 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, 1t seem ed were the insignia of the Uligani. They were dirty and unkempt and in- lsoient. Their demand was for 500 rou-
 bles. to be paid before 10 o'clock the next morning.
 Who are your" asked the manufac-
 turer. T know the bund (the central
 body of the Social Democratic Party)
 and know the Achrana (the Citizens neither. Show me who you are, and
 will pay. But to any man walking in
 from the street I'll not give up money
 Never mind who we are," re1oined
 the visitors. Never mind why you
 should pay. Pay you must for protec-
 tion, for your own life's sake"
 That day Moren spoke to his work
 men and asked if the demands camt
 from them. a*
 "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"
 The next night the three men came
 to 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
 crying wife was told that they had
 come to take her husbands life. The
 centenarian father of the manufactures
 was roughly thrown into corner
 Three revolver shots finished the doom
 ed man. And then, because one of the
 murderers thought that life still re-
 mained in the body. he drew long
 knife and plunged 1t to the hilt into tho
 heart of the victim.
 Mir. Mandelkern called on the Chic
 of Police next day to learn If anything
 could be done to secure punishment o
 the nnurderers. He found that thel
 were well known, but the Chief refused
 to act
 what can I doT' said he. Four O. my predecessors have been killed b!
 bombs in six months. In that time onl! ten Cossacks have been killed. wan to live" .-:. Three weeks later a bomb was throwr at this man while he was riding witt