The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-05-22
AT THE BARRrCADEs.

garden; behind me l heard the thun- derlng noise of the guns, the rattle of the drum and the piercing tones Of the horns, Before my eyes l could see the images of my fallen comrades who had lost their lives firing from the bar ricade which we had built from the overturned street cars, telegraph poles, barrels and paving blocks, in defence of the red flag.
 Too exhausted to run any further I stopped for moment to look around. On the other side of the garden I could see barns, stables and dwellings and hear the barking of dogs. Again rushed ahead, jumped fence and found myself at the end of ditch It was helf filled with snow, but jump ed into 1t and kept running instinc- lively and conscious only of one idea, that 1 must fiee-hee as far away as possible and should not fall into the hands of the furious soldiers, who would shoot me on the spot.
 After while I dared crawl out of | the ditch once more. Around me were houses far apart from each other, men and boys were passing by or standing In groups listening to the sound of the distant firing.
 1 stopped. looked at my watch and was surprised to find that l had been running for three hours. Where should l go now? I do not know why, but something told me to take the road to my right, but probably it was the shortest way out of town. I followed my impulse and had not gone very far before I fell into the hands of a police patrol
 l trembled all over and tried to face the situation sQuarely. At this mo- ment l felt neither anger nor hatred against these men; but as if compelled by an irresistible power, I pulled my revolver from my pocket and fired at them twice.
 1 As soon as heard these shots saw the mistake l had made and ran away as fast as I could.
 The policemen, who were absolutely lunprepared for my attack, stood mo- tionless for @ moment; then two of them drew their swords and began to follow me on horseback could hear the chatter of horses hoofs behind me suddenly drawing nearer, | They are going to Kill you, was my only thought, and to die under their blows of swords and nagaikas seemed hundred times more terrible to be than to lose my life on the barricades pierced by bullets, and l ran without | Y,io xxsfth 1y,,1 what direction.
 A narrow lane bordered by low houses. An open door, l ran in and knew of nothing until I had crossed the yard and entered room. A cry of terror greeted me "Do not kill me! Do not kill mel"
 | l looked up and saw girl standing in front of me, white from terror. I saw the revolver in my hand and slip ped it into my pocket. T did not intend to kill you.s l shall be killed myself in moment if you do not hide me. l am being run down 1 by the police" I cried. Outside in the street now heard the clattering of hoofs and the clanking of swords; the police were near. Listen! They are coming for me- l The expression of terror disappeared from the face of the young girl She looked around for second and then straight into my eyes. The next mo- |ment she had hold of my hand and led me from the room.
 Hurry, hurry" heard her whisper Iexcitedly. This way" she sald open ling a small door and pushing me into a dark place.
 The door closed behind me and l found myself in darkness in a small pantry, the walls of which were cover ed with shelves.
 Several minutes passed and nothing happened. Then I heard heavy steps on the stairs and clankng of spurs.
 held my breath.
 "Manja," I heard a coarse, voice come here.'
 i I heard the door opening and the voice of the girl exclaiming. Why, is lit you, father?"
 Give me some bread and sausage from the pantry, We are to go or guard at the railroad station right away, and I have eaten nothing to- day"
 Tn a minute, father.
 Then everything was quiet, so that could hear my heart beat
 Why, father" I heard the girl say "are you not wounded?"
 NO, not at all We were standing some distance from the barricades ant saw nothing of the fight, but 9 little while ago workingman fired at u' without hitting anybody. He ran into this street. My comrades are looking for him in the houses"
 I began to tremble so violently tha'
 my head hit something, a glass fel down and broke.
 What was that?" the mans voic, asked I thought 1t was all over witt
 me and prepared to sell my life a'
 dearly as possible,
 "Oh, it was only rat that upse
 something in the pantry" the girl re
 piled calmly.
 You must get a trap. Now, Dows
 widanja, must go. I suppose the oth
 CTS have found the fellow who fired a !us"
 Again heavy steps and clanking o
 the sword then I heard noise o
 horses trotting away and everythln
 was quiet.
 Now, hurry away heard tn |. | xrofnn of tbn of