The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-01-27
THE SAvIoR's GATE.
RY Ell LANCAsTEiR.

| Copyright, 1906. by Daily Story Pub. Col
 They had met on corner in the student | quarter of Moscow and from tannt to jeer | the dispute hurried until the fatal words l were spoken: 'T will meet you at the Sa- | vior's gate" The speaker. a black-hatred | Lithuanian of the branch called Yatovyags, l frowned as he named the place, but Ivan, | the rGeat Russian of the order of the mer- , chants sons. threw back his head of curly chestnut hair and laughed aloud.
 You will meet me at the Sayior's gate At the head of your victorious legions?" he 1 moeked
 are many men in Moscow who do not belong to the lazy order of the Synki.' he replied | bitterly.
 Ivan laughed again. ''Yes? Students and beggars? It Is all one. is it not? Listen to me. oh. thou inspirited leader of the people It takes troubles to make revolution. Without troubles an army is a rabble and its heroic leader a highwayman You
 Men hold freedom above roubles." the Lithuanian interjected hotly. Ivan went You talk of the American revolution France furnished the money You talk of the French revolution. The French gov ernment had no roubies. And learn this one other fact. The Russian government has roubles, heaped high in good, hard gold. Go back to thy books oh. thou son of the Yatovyags. and when the stupid sto- ry is told let it not be said that the finest scholar in all Moscow tried to raise rev. olution without roubles
 The students dark brow fired: "fes, he cried. the Russian government has rou- bes-wrung from the souls of her cruelty oppressed people. Have done with your mocking The time has come. The streets of Moscow shall be battlefield and the Moska will be a river of blood over a river of ice. When the Russian peasant rises"
 Again Ivan threw back his handsome head in hearty laughter. rhe Russian peasant .sst,. Aa uffu AaNu nff q red hot brick. not otherwise, You dream of making French fire with slav fuel. But your sIav is stoiid fellow He knows how to let well enough alone"
 Well enough. Yes, when it means a rich shop in the Kitay-Gorod house and gar den In the Zamoskovryechie and thousands of roubles to throw away upon the gypsy singes in the woods of Martina. Ha! How would that sound if told in the tower over the saviors Cater"
 Ivan started with sharp anger: You are an insolent fellow. Petroysky," he said, with the braggart air that marks the order of merchants sons When the Cossacks cut to pieces your grand army of traitors and beggars. do not seek me on the east banks Of the Moska. for the gate will be closed"
 "oh, son of a. shopkeeper." Fcoffed the Lithuanian If I want you I win indeed look for you behind barred doors. I well know you will be on neither side of the barriers. But if you need me look for me at the sayior's Gate" And he was gone. leaving his taunt as he hoped. to rankle in the Great Russians tenderest part.
 For a moment Ivan's hands did not clench then the cautiouvness bred by generations of dealing in peri habIe goods set aside the slur. He began to walk slowly toward his shop in the merchants quarter, '"The sa- Vior's Gate" He muttered. Why the Sa- vior's Cater The fellow is not fool" His brow drew together in deeper and deeper thought. When he reached the Kttay-Go- rod he did not turn in at his shop but made his way through the crush and confusion of money-malSing, on down the loft bank of the Moska toward the Krem'in. Grimly guarded by it's eighteen towers the old fort sat looking down from it's perch upon the restless city that it had seen built and burn cd and rebuilt. and returned over and over again, during its long watch of over eigh- teen hundred years. The Kremlin that not even a Napoleon could blow up! Behind its five gates czars had been consecrated and czarinas had been buried. Ivan walked on until he came in clear view Of the Sa- yior's gate and tho square gotNic tower that kent guard above it. The fellow is not a fool" he said again. This gate. with its sacred picture of the savior. had begun to appeal to him 8 clue to something that was about to happen. Something that