New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-09-10
A Tragedy of POLAND
Continued from First Colum,

on a stately bier, covered with sbr.
damask cloth, and surrounded by ma
lighted candles. He was dressed in The.
uniform of the Polish cavalrymen. ~
pearls and embroidered knots The d,a
vet glstened softly and the silye,
cleaned resplendent. Under the high H..
(cavalryman's headgear) one saw III. -
face, young, beautiful, appealing, e,s
death.
Flowers and creeping vines were +,
about the silver candlesticks, covered II. =
and hung from the high bier to the 6o,
the feet of the dead man were banked IA, I
ers-roses, pinks and larkspur-vbA II
young girl had gathered in the wasted =,
garden outside. Solemnly the light a ! /
candles flickered over the dead youth
chased the shadows out of all the co,,..
blue, black and violet shadows, which ~.
like ghosts hands over the walls and e,s
In the air was dull odor of decompoSso.
The German Involuntary folded his h..
He knew the dead man well. He had
him often as he rode into battle at The \.
of the Polish Legionaries--a beautiful !.
gallant youth; full of noble enthusiasts n,
and courage stamped on his lofty brow !
for the cause of Poland and hatred Of D.,
in his heart He was colonel in the P',,
ski Brigade of the Polish Legion. and !,
fought like lion with his cavarymen I, 4
battle of Lublin. A few days later k,
had cut him low.
The young girl leaned on the doorpos. 8
had sunk her head in her hands and wev 8
ly. In the candle light her hair shons !
coruscating gold.
The old count stood by the dead BODY
the play of the shadows he looked like "a /
black-robed giant.
For long time he stood mOtionless r
something moved him. He placed his II
on the brow of the dead man. His t,,v
heaved and sank as if with overmasterns
element All at once he cried aloud-S x
that his voice echoed through all the rocrl
the sacked castle:
my only son! You went to war for Il
land-you died for Poland. Out Of your AZ
new Poland will arise
The old mans cheeks glowed with al
natural red. His eyes blazed with the fEg
a distracted soul. His body palpitated u,x
the urgings of disordered brain. Il yu
if he was suffering the acutest misery g,:s
the stress of the overpowering visions VIZ
revealed to him the glory of new PolshEi
dom, created through enormous Sacrifices a.
an unstinted outpouring of blood.
Before any one could hinder him the &
man had overturned the funeral candles. T.
flames darted among the dry leaves and Ow
the damask bier coverings, ate into the vco:s
supports beneath the coverings and hugh
devoured the darkly glimmerng urts1
Tongues of fire spurted up and ran over y
bier. A whitish smoke obscured the face Z
the dead man.
The daughter cried out in fear and aLg.s
But the father took her hand and, mln'ri
some unintelligible words, drew her out o. =
room. He hurried with her through the a.
sacked dining hall, out the corridor and f''i
the steps into the open.
The flames cracked and danced. Ihsi =
pennants futtered about the dead mar .
stole ever more and more greedily across (,
calm, noble face, smuggling the silk and iu'
the tschapka.
Horrified, the German officer left the OF
ing vault 1t was no longer possible 70 y
the castle. The ancient house OF his isa''
went up in flames and smoke over the g"
Polish Legionary.
Night had come.
The flames ragged in the sky. The 81.
rose, black and sulphurousy yellow :
heavens. The park glowed red and Oro'- ,
in the days of autumn.
In the middle of the broad avenue o. =
which led to the castle the old man s'oOa =
his daughter and watched the funeral ?
which he had lighted for his son. ne -
motionless, his head stretched forward :
fire mrrored itself in his wide-opene'
The daughter sat quietly on a bench -.
an elm. Her big, sorrowful eyes We" :.
on her father. Her black silk dress snni-.
in the fitful reflections of the fire. he' -
lay in her lap, like two specks OF wn'S' T.,
All at once a broad, yellow-red nan' - :,
the heart of the furnace scared alol' - =.
flaring, futtering cloth, and was sucS'' y
into the gloom of the night. 80,
Then the old man stretched forth ni'
His voice rang out, wild and Triumphant,
"See, He flies up. Like flame out u
and RUM
In his eyes there was the hard s''D
madness. .n-
The walls and rafters Of the house y.
ward. Yellow sheaves of sparks were % :.
The count took his daughters hsns 80
walked down the avenue. again |.