Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-02
CHAOS R[|GNS
IN CARS CAPITAL
Bounds of Propriety Trans
crossed in Many Ways
Everybody Was Drunk.
Special Cablegram to The Star.

Special Cabegrann to The Star.
ST PETERSBURG, September 1.-Chaos
reigns since the dissolution of the duma.
After the establishment of the duma the
censorship of the press was relaxed and
some freedom of assembly allowed and by
newspapers, political clubs and public
meetings, all of which had a prodigious
mushroom growth body of public opin-
lon whose movements are disqueting in
the extreme was manufactured with be-
wildering haste. The bounds of propriety
are f1agrantly transgressed in the cartoons,
the criticisms and even the advertisements
of the daily papers; in the shops grossly
indecent prints have displaced the lives
of the saints. and command a wide sale;
drunken men and women reel on the
streets in greater numbers than ever be-
fore. 49,
Other symptoms have tended to ALLEVIATE
the SympathieS of the manufacturing and
commercial classes of the community The
last three years have seen a great i'm
provement in the status, the hours of work.
the wages and the conditions, of life of
the working class Unfortunately with
few exceptions, these much-needed reforms
were too long withheld by the masters,
who, only when the men had organized
themselves and become irresistible, yielded
to force, employed in numerous and fierce
strikes, what they had denied to justice.
they ever hoped for now desire and de-
mand more than they ever receive
Managers and fOremen are subjected to
abuse and violence and threatened with
death because they refuse to make i'm
possible concessions to their men. FIRE.
quenty the demands conclude with a claim
to a share in the profits of the enterprise
of course without any liability for the
failure which would inevitably ensue We're
the other demands allowed. Recently the
men at large factory put their masters.
overcoats and hats into collins brought to
the premises, and with all the circumstance
of a funeral except the presence >of a
priest read the burial service, mentioning
the names of those whom they thus threat
ened as if they were already dead.
A letter written by Mile. Marie Spirido-
npvna while on her journey to exile in
Siberia has just been published by the
Russian papers. 1t was thrown, near Che
liabinsk from the window of the carriage
In which Mile. Spiridonovna was travelling
with other eXiles, and was picked up on
the line by some workmen, and forwarded
to the Moscow address indicated. 1t con-
tains the following passages:
We are ever going onward, onward; 1t
seems as though this terrible journey
would never end, Should these lines by
a miracle fall into your hands, tell S. that
those at home must not mourn -overmuch'
I am not alone; have for fellow-travelers
other unhappy beings who will share my
lot. We are suffering together, the same
heavy weight is on all our hearts. We
gaze LOT long hours through the DdTTeu
windows, but hardly ever speak. We have
confided our sorrows to each other we
have mingled our tears; now we are almost
silent. -. The white posts marking
the versts pass quickly before our eyes.
The train of the condemned is bearing us
to Siberia, ever further from our country.
As we near Siberia the air is becoming
colder, and the ice is gathering around my
heart. l wonder whether, on reaching my
prison, l shall be given a barrow and
forced to fill it with earth l shall never
be able to! l shall fall to the ground at
the first attempt mile. Spiridonovna is
supposed to be a consumptive), and that
will probably excite the fury of my gaol-
ers - A comrade told me that one
of my judges said that it was not worth
while hanging me; it would not be long
before ] died once the gaol had closed
around me-. That is probably what will
happen, and so will bid you farewell, my
friend. l bequeath to you all that remains
of me-my love for our unhappy country.
Follow the same path; do not fear to suf-
fer for suffering is life. That is what
lies on my soul. On my body are only the
gray garb and little white veil Of the con-
demned. and for these it will not be diff
ficult to find heirs
Marie Spiridonovna will be remembered
as the young lady who murdered Rus
sian governor and was sentenced to inn
prisonment for life. While in gaol she
was brutaly treated by Cossack officers.
The ringleader of these ruffians, a man
named Abramoff. was afterward "exe-
cuted' by the revolutionists, being shot
dead in the open street.