El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1914-09-15
RUSSIANS HAVE
HEARTS IN WAR
Go to the Battles With an
Enthusiasm They Have
Not Before Shown.

PeCroErad, Russia Sept 15.-The fCl-
LOWING account Of how the Russian
people view the war was written by an
EnElishman who was in the Russian
capital during the days when the great
European war was getting under way
4 was here when the Japanese war
was declared said a little man. who
was too excited to keep his thought 10
himself but what a difference. Then
IL was the government who sent US to
war Now we go gladly, ehz
We were standing on a balcony
overlooking the Theater square in Mos
COW below US was passing an I'M
mense crowd Of men and boys, shout
Ing, singing and waving flags. while
the Inscription. Down with Austria
ierked and swayed above the heads Of
its bearers From every street
they debouched into the square,
some singing their national anthem.
others a religious chant. while a
few broke into the "Marseillaise.
, forgetting that they had learnt it-aud
years ago in revolutionary professions
Hearts Are In IL Now.
DO you hear them; do you hear
them he gasped. clutching my arm.
He spoke entirely in sasps. and sucked
in his breath between each sentence.
giving the effect somewhat mOdified)
Of an exhaust pipe They are not wild.
not at all, these people They believe
this war is right They are fichtlnE
for the Slavs, for holy Russia Bravo
Russia, bravo France. bravo England-'
he shouted down TO the crowd directly
mo" he said. this Is not a war for
the empire, or else they would be all
drunk and wild They are not wild.
They are following their hearts now It
is almost sacred"
We went down into the square and
Immediately lost each other in the swirl
Of people The whole crowd went bare
headed An old man. looking on had
his hat knocked off He caught the Of
IeudeI-a bOy-by the ear and dragged
him TO a policeman He knocked my
hat off" he spluttered- 1T should not
They were singing God Save the
Gar I am no musician. but I know
what is sacred. thank God"
All KneeI ut Big Shrine
There is a big shrine IN front OF the
Holy Gate, which is one Of many gates
in the kremltn walls, and this shrine
was cleaning with an array OF candles
by the time I arrived there The road
/ leading up 70 II forms a square imme-
rlately under the walls, and there. in
the insufficient light OF two lamps,
stood an enormous crowd waiting for
something to happen. something mys-
tic, the expression Of that strange feel
ing they possessed The night was
heavy with coming rain, and in the dim
light the crowd Of rough peasants.
hushed by the expectation of divine
blessing, seemed under the old gate
way, lit by cutting candles. more likely
TO be praying for help from their me-
QleFal SuZeraln than beSeechlnE the
blessing Of God on modern warfare.
The bishop, too, coming out from the
shrine, helped the illusion with the fan
tastic emblazOnry Of his robes.
On the hard. uneven cobbles they all
knelt while he prayed; then slowly and
quietly they began a chant. and, be-
ginning il on their knees slowly they
rose. and on their rising the chant
swelled and Numbered out until the
walls around cast back the rich echoes.
There is in Moscow an eating house
below ground, where the peasants 30
and eat and drink and smoke When
I went the next day 7 found chiefly SOL
ulers there. looking strangely at each
other in their new uniforms. I had
hardly sat down when I felt a crash
on my shoulder, and turned TO see an
enormous young fellow. shaver and
shorn. in brand new khaki, grinninS
down at me.
What 90 you think OF me2" he
asked. holding himself at attention.
Very fine" I said.
Il an splendid. eh2" he said
splendid" I answered, wishing TO
rub my shoulder.
seven roubles." he answered, one
ringer against his nose. Then he low
cred his hand. as though to stroke mis-
beard, and paused. for he had no beard
Oh he said. with a choke They
nave taken everything from me-my
VIE, my home. my beard / should
nave fought better in beard How
ever what does ii natter It's all for
molly Russia. Ii will grow again when
return / shall return / Ielt II last
HlsnL DO YOU remember
"Whatr' ] gasped, they call you"
Why, Dimitri. Of course" he said,
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