Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-05-11
THIRD INSTALLMENT.
ANARCHY RAMPANT.

~ bolsheviki in Grodnia and the condi.
4 y tons directly resultant therefrom de-
veloped from bombastic cheering and reck-
less abandon to desperate privation and inde-
scribabe horror.
Liberty, the crimson anarchist brand. had
proven not tonic, but a demoniacal rum
that brought to tho surface all the vile i'm.
pulses which government-falsey main.
tanned government, but still strong and de.
cent government-had suppressed.
Production ceased. Production must cease
where there is no collaboration and the free
dom mad people refused to collaborate be-
cause they refused to acknowledge the right
OF any one to put them to work unless they
received the full fruits of what they made
Tyrannous anarchy. more brutal than ever
had been merciless autocracy stole and op.
pressed and butchered with the same weap.
ons that the old form had employed-the old
system against which enthusiastic men had
risen in the elation of good faith, deluding
themselves that they were fighting for rights
and fundamental principles
The bolshevik leaders staggered about.
heeled with gangs of satellites, in spirit
exactly as had the nobility in their hours of
glory and power, and rode over the poor and
the defenseless Instead of being grand
dukes and princes they were district gov
ernors and department commanders. In
stead Of wearing silks they wore woolens, but
they stood for the same old fallacy of
economic inequality-the superiors in the
saddle trampling over the common herd on
the hoof.
And what had become of those who SO
lately had ridden upon their elevations and
looked down with insolent contempt upon
those who now held the reins?
Like the autumn leaves before the winds
of autumn they had blown away in furried
gusts and scattered for selfpreservation.
those who had not been caught and assas-
sinated In the name of eternal right. Those
who had outwitted or outrun the destroying
vengeance of anarchy rampant We're gather
ing in city beyond the borders of Grodnia,
and were in frantic congress. Born and 40.
customed to rule, and suddenly turned to
shorn Migrants, these gentry We're helpless
In poverty, as the others, born and accus-
toned to slave and serve, and suddenly
turned to monarchs, were senseless in power.
the late queen, and therefore uncle to Prin-
cess Sabina, was the Nestor Of the depatriat-
ed and debilitated nobility now powwowing,
stunned and indignant. on ways and means
whereby the kingdom and all its savory in
stitutions might be redeemed and restored
The uncertain future was predicated upon
one known certainty not every one in Grod-
mia was in sympathy with the rebellion
Therefore, with surreptitious and crafty
propaganda, the minority which still symps-
thized with the royal regime might be welded
into the foundation OF a party which could
be fed and swelled until 1t might become the
majority, or a conquering force to dislodge
the anarchists.
But no solid, growing royalist party could
be hoped for unless it had as its central pur-
pose the restoration to the crown Of Grod-
MAS rightfu sovereign, Queen Sabina. If
the old structure were to be restored it's sym
bolic goddess must be it's keystone And
where was Sabina? No one there knew.
The heir to the crown had not been killed:
that was definite She, like these, her lsins.
men and henchmen, must be in hiding In
foreign country If she couF found an
active campaign could be begun witt her as
the living inspiration-the beautiful princess,
wrongly robbed of her place in the royal sum-
raising an army of the faithful to cut a
path for her back to what was hers. 1t was
beautiful. Joan of Arc had won immortality
In the very same cause and her lord wasn't
even decently born. Here was battle cry,
an issue, a hatful of sogans-just the things
required to boil up agitation, to stand every
hour before the hungry. msled fools of Grod-
mia as a logical and immediate alternative
against their new woes. But Sabina must be
found. 1t all caved in If she We're not for it
is hard to plead for and fight for and gal
lantly and sentimentally champion a princess
who has disappeared.
Grand Duke Fedor said so. And none of
the younger bloods gaiitGaid him. This girl,
who had been a national idol, the first
bead in the rosary of a worshipful people,
spelled the lone hope of the noble gang
and in person only. Her person must be
hunted down. Should she then be reluctant
to lead fight for her mighty legacies she
must be persuaded taught to understand
what hung upon her presence as crystal
lizing nucleus.
'~Let us hear from Count JAM" ruled the
grand duke. Jan was probably as close to
her highness-her majesty, I should say-as
any one. What know you. Jan, Of the
probable whereabouts of our queen?"
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