The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-24

his son. a student, and both were killed
 From the Chief of Police MT Men delkern went to the polkovnik or coi- onei of the cavalry regiment sarrisonea at Bielostok-
 it was that of ever official appealed to. If I took my polk (1,00o men( what would happen? The rascals would deiy us until we shot them. And then what woulc happen? l would be dead man inside of two days and the whole TOT eign press would set me down as murderer and a butcher. I can do noth- ing. either we will have to kill the soldiers 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 the result of all? We can not kill the sol diers and we can not kill the people, so they will kill us. l wish I could go away-to America--but here I am and here must stay till the end comes" When he went to the cemetery to look for hIs fathers grave. Mir. Mendeikern saw men and women moving about there as if they were at home. He ask ed an old sexagennarian grave digger who they were and proposed to speak | to them.
 For the Lords sake, Barin," cried | the old man. "are you tired of your life? Those are the Uligani. They live here. I The place is theirs. and they will kill you if you show any curiosity" But the police" asked MT. Mendel- | kern: don't they do anything?" What can they dor" asked the man. | They got the soldiers the other day | xzyhx Vnn | rounded the cemetery. There was l fight Four soldiers were killed. The | rest ran away. They would not come back. And the U1igania are still here. | Tn Warsaw MT. Mendelkern found | strange state of affairs. The schools l had been closed more than a year and l the Poles would not send their chill l dren to school until their own lam 1 guage, long suppressed, was restored to | first place. No taxes were being paid, | and all efforts to collect them had prac- | tically been abandoned.
 But then. the city will sell :he | houses" said Mir. Mendelkern.
 Who would buy themT' asked the l aristocratic barber who was his inform | ant. They might advertise them for | sale, but beyond that"
 "oh, at auction" suggested the Amer ican traveller. Many would be glad to get the property cheap"
 | man who made a bid would buy his own death-and nothing more"
 And you are not afraid to talk open ly like that?" Mir. Mendelkern said.
 Again the man smiled and still more contemptuously: Afraid! Here are my projections"
 And from his two hip pockets he drew a fine revolver and a long-bladed knife.
 We have suffered much," he added, as he put away the weapons. The end must come We can suffer no longer"
 Moreover Mir. Mendelkern said, mo- body was paying rent-or very few at
 least He found the landlords in de- spair. They went to court and asked
 for dispossess notices and these were issued. But they were never served. It
 is the duty of the pristaw, or police captain, of each district to serve the
 notices. And the pristaw who under takes the duty dies speedy death.
 My houses are running me-" said man whom Mir Mendelkern met on the train leaving Warsaw. T have eight, and have not collected kopek of rent since this trouble began. The only way
 of getting rid of a noa-paying tenant is to pay him 100 roubles. Then he gets
 out and starts the same over again in another house. Under our laws we can
 not refuse to accept a tenant who ap- plies for a vacant suite. If had money instead of these cursed houses, would go to America. Oh, what a lucky land,
 and what a lucky man you are who
 have your home there!"
 In the town of Tula. where the beau-
 tlful silverware comes from--a city of sO,0 900 inhabitants. which has no light at ;all in its streets at night--Mr. Mendel-
 kern was. warned in the streets by
 captain of police not to carry his watch
 fob so that 1t could be seen. or 1t would
 surely be stolen.
 And you say that!" gasped Mr. Man.
 delkern: "you-a pristaw?"
 They got my fob and watch three
 days ago." replied the official ruefully. Then be began asking questions about ! the police in New York. He nearly col
 lapsed when he heard of the salaries | paid here.
 Think of it.! he cried. T get
 seventy-two rubles, (something like
 $40) a month, and my lieutenant gets forty-nine rub1es. I wish could get ! away, but can not. One of these days
 I'll be killed. God help us all" A belIboy at the Hotel Victoria in
 St. Petersburg asked scornfully why he should be afraid, when Mir. Mandelkern showed some timldlty. It was the
 sight of the American flag that set him
 talking.
 This government Is going down." he said. They know 1t and that is why | they do not want the war stopped No !. war, nobody to rob, and no government
 The grand dukes are drinking all day.
 The Czar is prisoner since six month ,and knows nothing of it all.