The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-02-01
A Story OF the Revolution in Ukraine
WHAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE

WHAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE
An old family servitor, Anton,
is left behind when the noble fam
lily flees. The son, Paul, is lost
and comes back to the mansion.
The Red Army takes the mansion
and Anton's son, Audrey, is the
commander of the occupying
troops. He discovers the family
treasure and sends it off to head
quarters. In the meantime he is
ordered to remain in the town
dressed as worker. Paul discov-
ers his place of hiding and re-
turns at the mansion. The story
continues:
PART Y.
When Paul returned to the man
sion the White Guard troops haC
arrived. Their officers had pulled
up earlier in the afternoon in dainty
looking carriages. Orderlies were
bringing in their massive trunks
Servants carried cases of rare wines
up the broad, marble steps of the
house and made all preparations for
a long stay. When Paul approached
/ the house he noticed that the Red
flag had been pulled down from
over the great iron outer gate.
Inside the house old Anton had
put on his caretaker's uniform and
was beaming and bowed all over the
large reception room. The polished
floor glittered the brighter for him
now that gentlemen" were treading
its elegant surface. The old man
was elated. He busted the counts
furniture, dabbi-g here and there
at the already spotless lacquered
wood. There was polite, hushed ex-
element as the under officers ran
here and there. In the dining room
he spread the counts choicest linen
tablecloth for dinner. He fingered
its cool, crispness lovingly.
He approached the officer in COM
mand and bowed deferentially.
"Good afternoon, your excel
lency."
The officer grunted.
II merely wish to tell your ex-
cellency that l have plenty of food
hidden. / am at your command"
He stood stiffly waiting for the
officer to speak. The officer screw
ed his face up into satisfied smile
and tugged at his mustache. He
was about to speak when young
Paul burst into the room.
The boy explained to the White
Guardist who he was and what he
had seen. He was at ease in the
presence of these officers. They
saluted him, first because he was
the son of the count and secondly
because he wore the uniform of the
Imperial School of Cadets.
Wheeling about suddeny he point
ed to old Anton and whispered to
the officer:
"He is the father of the Red of
ficer who stol the jewels and plate
Walking up to the old man Pau
snarled into his face:
"Bolshevik."
Drawing his hand back he smackee
his face.
"That is for the stolen treasure.
The old man bowed his head anC
quietly took his masters blows.
Smack!
"That is for your son, the Red"
Anoth slap and another. OLE
Anton's head reeled as the whip-likt
blows fell on his face and neck. The
room spun around. He did moi
understand. The White Guard of
ficers laughed sharply.
little master-little master
please"
Paul stepped back breathing hare
and cycling his fathers servant with
cool eye.
"Get out of here"
Slowly old Anton turned and stag
gered out of the room, up the huge
ornate winding staircase that lee
to his room. In the attic he threw
himself on his narrow bed and tried
to weep, but could not. He only
breathed hard from the exertion
He tried to understand what had
happened. Why did young Pau
blaze at him so with his eyes. He
remembered how he carried him
about When he was little baby
how he had shielded him when he
got into trouble when he was but 9
little shaver. Then he remembered
the cold CLEAN in his eyes as he
hurled his cracking invective
against him. "Bolshevik." "Red.
He tried hard to understand.
Downstairs the boy turned to the
officers and said:
! ellis son is the Bolshevik com.