The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-06
THIS BEGINS THE STORY

nif1cent room in magnificent home Is playing Chopin's Revolutionary Etude," when one of his servants in forms him that revolutionists have broken out in the village, and are killing and burning. Being old and privileged he advises his master to make his escape. The Grand Duke refuses and addresses the mob when it arrives.
 And Here It Continues
 The keen eyes of Boris saw farther through the forest than those of most men, but in a moment those of the Grand Duke Peter confirmed him. Figures were moving in the twilight along the roads and bypaths.
 To Peter NichoIaevitch they seemed like a great river which had flooded over it's banks seeking new levels. Be hind them the flames from the wood en hunting lodge roared upward painting lurid sky. He saw that the flood came rapidly, and above the roar of the flames came the sound of voices singing the Russian version of the ''Marseilla ise'' The Grand Duke stood at the terrace wall watching their ap- proach- He knew if they meant to attack the castle the gate could not hold long, but he had hope that he might still be able to prevail upon them to listen to him. In a moment
 
 ward toward the courtyard gate. He recognized individuals now-Anton Lensky, Michael Kuprin. with his head tied in a dirty handkerchief - and Conrad Grabar. The defection of his old instructor in wood-Iore disturbed him. Conrad must have known what was to happen and he had said noth- ing. If Conrad had turned against him. what hope had he of prevailing against the others?
 The singing died away and in its place shouts and cries bust forth in a bedlam. "Open the gate!" Let us inI"
 The Grand Duke had heard that note in mems voices in the Carpa- thian passes, and he knew what it meant, but while his gaze sought out the fat figure of Michael Kositzin. who was the leader of the uprising, he held up his hand for silence.
 There was a. roar of voices.
 Peter Nicholaevitch wishes to speak"
 Tt is our turn to speak now
 ''Nasha pora prishla" (our time has come).
 Let the little master speak,
 we know no little masters here!'
 ''No, nor old ones!'
 "Smiert Bourpouiam" (death to the bourgeoisie).
 But as the young Grand Duke began to speak the voices of the most rabid of the peasants were hushed for moment by the others.
 My friends and my children" he began "one word before you do some thing that you will forever regret. l am your friends. I am young-oI me new generation. I have kept abreast of the new thought of the time and l believe in the new life that is for r. rn1 to you by bringing the new life to Zukovo by peaceful means. by friend Illness and brotherhood while other parts of Russia nearby are in agony and darkness (Cries of '"That IS true.") 'It was in my heart that ! had brought the revolution to Zukovo, a revolution against the old order of things which can be no more, implant- ing in you the strong seeds of peace and brotherhood which would kill out the ugly weeds of violence and en- mity.''
 Here a hoarse voice rang out: Fire only fire can clean" Then the reply of a woman, ''Yes, Tovaristchi, 1t is the only way"
 Peter Nicholaevitch tried to seek out the speakers with his gaze. One of them was Michael Kuprin. whom when a, child the Grand Duke had seen flogged in this very courtyard.
 There are sins of the past" he went on, raising his voice against the low murmur of the mob, many sins against you, but one sin does not wash out another Murder, rapine, ven geance will never bring peace to Zu- kovo.
 What you do today will be visited on you tomorrow. I pray that you will listen to me. I have fought for you and with you-with Gleb Saltykov and Anton Lensky, against the return of Ahsolutism in Russia. The old or der of things is gone. Do not stain the new with crime in zukovo. I beseech you to disperse - return to your homes and I will come to you tomorrow, and if there are wrongs I will set them right You have be- lieved in me in the past Believe in me now and all may yet be well in Zukovo. Go, my friends, before it is too late-' The crowd wavered, murmuring- | But just then a short rang out and the cap of the Grand Duke twitched l around on his head. 4 roar went up from near the gate. | 'sNasha pora prishla! Break in the | gate!'' cried the voices and there were l those of women among them shouting | '-TovaristchiI Forward" Over the heads of those in the front | ranks, Peter Nicholaevitch saw some men bringing from the forest the | 3Ifes2zsssr trunk of a felled pine tree. They | meant to break down the gate He | knew that he had failed, but still he | stood upright facing them. Another | shot. the bullet this time grazing his 1 left arm. The sting of it angered him. ! "Cowardsr' he yelled, shaking his | fist at them "Cowards," A volley followed but no other bull | lets struck him. Behind him in the | Castle doorway he heard the voice of | Boris Rylov, calling to him hoaarseIy- | Come. Master For the love of | God. There is yet time" There was a crash of the heavy tim bers at the gate.
 Come. Master@
 With a shrug Peter Nichola evitch | turned and walked across the terrace nastIo seRn11-a r,1-i,, he