The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-10-16
Remnants Of Wrangel's Wretched Army
 Being Sent Back to Distracted Russia
 to Meet Fate at Which They Shudder

be gardener, butler, valet -de-cham- bre and valet pied
 The American employed him At each morning he rises and trudges down the mountain side. miles to the town. Three hours later he may be seen coming back over the brow of the rock ridge. a heavy market basket of provisions on his arm.
 By that time his orderly, a bright eyed Russian boy, who was delighted to be accepted as cook in the same house with his colonel, has tea steaming on tho Americans table for they have gradually won him over to Russian customs, and more over, the orderly makes tea fit for the gods, but coffee unfit for human consumption.
 Serves ms Butler
 Breakfast over, the orderly attacks the dishes, makes the beds, hoes the garden, trims the hedges. feeds the donkey and the poultry, Lunch. The colonel has carpentering to do on the fences, the chicken yard or the little pagoda that he is labor iously and painfully constructing at 
 ner there are guests, and the colonel, improvised butler. serves meat and drink in a style to rouse envy in a head waiter at the Ritz.
 The colonel Is sad this evening. All day something has been preying cn his mind, ever since, on his trip to market, he stopped at the house where his sister is working. She handed him letter from one of his dearest friends. also q Wrangel off cer---one of those that had gone to Brazil on promises of a free land, good pay and work, liberty, happi- ness. Now he is back--he wri :es from Marseilles. where his boat stops few days on it's way to Constanti- nople, and perhaps Russia,
 Letter From Friend.
 The coloners sister has copied the letter into English, so that the American may read 1t. After dinner the colonel gives 1t to him and he reads:
 q did not remain in Brazil, and, thank God. you did not go there. They did not give any ground, and there is no work except on the coffee plantations Now l am going on the boat 'Burgmeister' from Marseilles to Ajaccio, and from there we shall be taken to Constantlnople, where we shall be thrown into the streets, or, what God forbid, to Russia.
 Tn Marseilles they did not let us go on shore. If you can help me to get down from the boat, I am ready to work only for the food,'
 The sister has added a "translAtor note" at the foot of the letter;
 Tt is impossible to get him from the boat, because they let nobody down. md those who get to the boat are not let away. It will be crime if they take them to Russia, because all the officers shall be Killed or hanged. And now the police are catching everybody (Russians) in the street and putting them into the boat"
 Mnn-Hunt Is On. 5 This last happening, of course, is at Ajaccio, in Corsica. whichNis In the French republic. Can anyone imag- inc a wholesale man hunt in the streets Of a modern city, with the po- lice taking up everypody that looked like Russian and thrusting him on board ship for a destination un- 
 The French authorities explain that the reason for this was that last night, when the 500 Russians In bar racks here heard that they were to be sent back to Russia 800 of them escaped The roundup today Is aimed at capturing these 300. In the ory, all Russians who are without permanent jobs must leave Ajaccio. There are loud complaints that the police are using little discrimination. that families are being separated and the like.
 The colonel watches the American. He seems to hope that this represent alive of an powerful nation can find some >'eana or getting his old -ar,us ois that boat.
 Alas Nothing can be done now. A deep bass note waits up from the harbor, the vibrant note of a liners whistle. Tugs join in a shrieking .c- The colonel straight ems turns and goes to the pantry for the cigars and the brandy.