The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-05-03
BY COREY.

Copyright, 1915. by Herbert CoreyJ ,
LlCK, East Prussia, MAY 3 II
was perhaps midnight when the mill
tary train on which we were riding
was s"idetracked at the village OF
luCha. There we're everlasting trains
filled with soldiers and stores to
rumble by The night was very
dark, and a slight snow was falling
We got out OF the box car, In which
II round stove MAS glOwinE-in which
many private soldier cigars were
burnng-tO have "a look around. In
the window OF the station Il dim
light vas TO be seen. We peered
through In one room a company OF
machine gun soldiers were piled up
on each other, asleep, They laid
their blankets. In Their fight for
warmth they took attitudes l~rreslst-
IDLY reminiscent Of a bOKful Of drOw-
sy puppies. In the next room the
under-officers were cheerfully play
Ing cards FOR five p%fennig pieces. by
the light Of a tiny candle.
-Four days ago, said a voice at
our elbows. the Cossacks were here
Julius val the stRtionmaster's as
sistant. A LIBERAL minded little man,
he could not realize the great fact OF
a He could only see that the
Cossaks had been at luchR. and that
they had done certain things which
are not allowed. He took us into
the house In which the stRtionmaster
lived, and ploughed us through the
inevitable nth upon the floor. He
threw the light Of his railroad Ian
tern upon a half dozen cows feet
placed carefully upon the floor Of a
pantry which bore the marks Of the
Russian h%usbandry.
Why" asked julius.
We couldn't tell him TO the end
Of his days julius will wonder why
Russians should hoard the bloody
and hide-coyered feet OF COWS in their
pantry,
Come. said Julius, swinging his
lAnturn. Let US see what the Cos
sacks have done to the village.
A Whole Village Deserted.
Russians soldiers, and not Cossacks
had held lucha. But all Russians
are Cossacks to the good Julius. We
set of down the mile-long road to
the village. For another hour the
troop trains would continue to ham
mer by A narrow path had been
worn through the snow, US though
by the feet Of a lonely We
| asked Julius,
"One man still lives In the village
said he. IAN the others have gone.
\ over at the left a noisy it'll,
stream Gathering down the sluloe o
a wrecked mill broke the midnigh
! silence. The swinging lantern Shove,
. US In the snow the line OF footprint
We were follow ng We began &
see the SCARED gables Of burned
d houses against the IRA sky, Tn
deep snow on the single street o
Iucha had been tramplsd by score
Of men. over their marks a fres
Il snow had fallen, We stepped care
fully In the bootmarks Of that lionel
/ man who stlll lived In Iucha
~ Were any women violated her
~ by the Russians ?" we asked,
II Three, said Julius
Perhaps there had been fort
a houses In lutha. We could not SCI
AZ The night vas very dark. All are {
A. that sturdy German stone and heav
timber construction which Ia Intent
ed to defy the centuries, Some
the oaken timbers supporting N
tile roofs had refused TO burn r,
ot cept that these houses we're window
less and doorless, and that upon 81
tering me found that litter Of filth
straw In which the Russians hs
II. slept, they seemed little hurt. tn
nj house OF the pastor had mol bee
lie harmed II all With all their III
n ing Of raplne and theft and murd'
and arson, these Russians have a tr,
reverence for religion.
Listen" said Julius
~ The One Man Who Remained.
We stood there. silent, In Il
snow-flled street, We were almo
II at the door Of what was perhaps n
largest house In Iucha The TO,