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CENTER OF BLOODSHED IN RUSSIA
Ancient City of Moscow Richest and Most Picturesque of All the Great Towns in the Czar’s Empire. Moscow, In the* streets of which ter rible battles were fought between the revolutionary mobs and the soldiers of the czar, Is the oldest and most famous city in the Russian empire. In picturesque sights and wealth of tradition it is not surpassed by any in the world, and recent events have made it still more historic, by adding another bloody chapter to its chron icles. For many centuries Moscow was the chief city of the realm, the heart of Muscovy, where the czars held high court Id the barbarously beautiful ItaUdlngs which they erected to per petuate their memory. Even now, al though for reasons of convenience the governmental activities have been transferred to St. Petersburg, it is still the official capital of the empire. Hero the slow growth of years has built up that mighty inclosure of palaces and HEART OF CZAR'S DEFENSE IN MOSCOW. The Kremlin, Walled and Moated, on One Side of Which Is the Fed Square Where Troops Were Massed. fortresses, the Kremlin, within the walls of which are grouped many famous buildings. Scene of Many Tragedies. Here Ivan the Terrible, murderer of 3.U00 men and women, held his grim atway. Here, when a boy, Peter the Great saw his two uncles butchered . Here Boris Goodunuff. craftiest of the boyars, smiled and cringed until his chaace came and then usurped the throne. Here every czar and scion of the royal line of Rurlk has been buried, usually after a violent end. Here Napoleon's star began to set In the smoke of flaming houses. Here Grand Duke Sergius was blown to pieces by a bomb less than one year ago. If ghosts returned to earth to haunt the scenes of tragedies, Mos cow would he populated with uncan ny shadows. After passing down the very streets ■ which only the other day were stained | with blood and strewn with corpses, through the Red Square and along the i walls of the Kremlin. Theophtle Gau tier. the famous Frenchman of letters, wrote “Before long we reached the Kltal- Gorod. which is the business quarter on the Krasnala, the Red Square, or rather the beautiful square, for In Russia the words red and beautlful are synonymous. One of the sides of this Ls occupied by the long facade of the Gostiny-Dvor. an immense bazaar. Intersected by streets, covered with glass roofs and containing not less than 6.000 shops. The wail of the Kremlin, or Kreml. rises nt the other extremity, with Its doors pierced In its .alee p-roofed towers. allowing a glimpse over its battlements of the cu polns. towers and spires of the churches and convents within. Church Like a Dream. “At the other corner, strange as the architecture of a dream, rises like a vision the impossible church of Vns tsill Mlujeunol. which causes the ren ewal lo doubt the witness of the eyes. •One gazes at it with every appearance of reality and nsks oneself if it is not ,a fantastic mirage, an edifice of clouds iHtrangely colored by the sunshine, .that the movement of the air will .transform or tuuke vanish. It is be yond doubt the most original monu ment in the world, recalling nothing Hint one has ever seen, nor attaching Itself to any order of architecture. “A legend ts told of VnsslH Blajen uoi that probably Is uot true, but that does not on this account the less ex press with force and poetry the feel ing of dazed admiration this edifice must have produced upon the half Woman of It. “No,“ she said, “I'm afraid 1 do not love you enough to become your wife, but I shall always bo your friend and ] .sincerely wish for your happiness." j "Oh, that's all right," ho rejoined. | **l have made up my mind to “ “Please don’t do anything rash," j ehe Interrupted. 'Til not," he continued. "I'm going to propose lo Miss Plumplcigh to-mor row." "Oh. horrors!” she exclaimed. “Please give me another day to con sider. dear.” Veteran Proofreader Retired. Raymond Lynch, known as "Judge" Lynch, veteran proofreader of the Courier-Journal, has been retired by that paper on a pension for life at full pay. Mr. Lynch was born in Louis ville In 1824 and in 1836 was appren ticed to the Louisville Journal. With one or two slight interruptions he con tinued In tho newspaper business, go !lng with the Courier-Journal when It ■ liipffhnrl the Journal and the Denu>- onat in 1868. On Jan. 28 next he would *have served exactly .•rnvtnty years. barbarous times in which it was built, so s'nguiar, so outside of all archi tectural traditions. Ivan the Terrible had this cathedral built as a thanks ofTering for the capture of Kazan, and when it was completed he found it bo beautiful, udinirablu and amazing that he ordered the eyes of the architect — an Italian, it was said —to be put out in order that he might not be able to construct any other like it. Architect Put to Death. "According to another version of the same legend, the czar asked the author of the church If lie could not build n still more beautiful one. and upon his replying in the affirmative, he had his head cut off, so that Vas sili Rlujennoi should remain without a rival. It would be difficult to Im agine a cruelty more flattering In its jealousy, and (his Ivan the Terrible must have been nt bottom a true art- ist. an impassioned dilletante. This ferocity In matters of art displeases us less than Indifference.'* After speaking of the extraordinary shape of the structure, seeming as if "the architect, seated In the middle of his w’ork, had beaten out a building an repoußße,” Gautier, describes Its amazing color scheme, or lack of it, as follows: "What adds still more to the extraordinary effect produced by the Vasslll Blajennol ls that It Is col ored from base to pinnacle with the most Incongruous colors, which, how ever. produce an ensemble both har monious and charming. Red. blue, ap ple-green. yellow, each claims its place in the adornment of the build ing. Columns, capitals, arches, or naments. are painted in different col ors that throw them out into power ful relief. In the rare flat spaces., divisions have been simulated, panels Inclosing pots of flowers, rosettes. In terlacing chimerical flgures. Illumi nation has storied the domes of the heli-towers with drawings, like the foliage on India shawls, and thus placed, on the roof of the church, they resemble the kiosks of sultans. | "In order that uothing might be i lacking to the magic effect of the j scene, particles of snow, caught on the projections of the roof, the friezes | and the carvings, scattered silver 1 spangles over the variegated robe of ! Vissili Blajeunoi. adorning with a M Duruovo, Minister of the Interior. Map of Baltic Provinces, Russia, Authority, and Minister Who Progress in Railroading. “Yes," 'says the lndv whose dress case is covered with strange foreign labels, “the way railroads are run nowadays ls a great improvement over what they were fifty years ago." “But surely you had no experience as a traveler fifty years ago." says her friend. "1 don't mean that. But nowadays, don't you notice, when there is a wreck it ls always had at some point convenient to a cluster of farm houses where the victims can go for coffee and to get warm?” Secretary Bonaparte's Joke. Secretary of the Navy Bonaparte rarely misses an opportunity to make a Joke. The other day he re ceived a visit from Admiral Endicott of the bureau of yards and docks, who aunounced that it has been decided to use the government vessels Glacier. Brutus and Caesar In towing the- great new dry dock to Manila. "Perhaps. Admiral," said the secretary, 'ft ro'ght be well to put Brutus and Cae a*r under peace bonds while they arr. «,-c gaged in the work." thousand dazzling points this marvel ous deco.-ation.” This cathedral, so strikingly de scribed by the French writer, looked down upon spaces where machine guns were playing upon a desperate •nob, and where, with pistols and hand grenades, the revolutionists were giv ing pitched battle to the well-armed soldiery. Within the forbidding walls which rise just beyond the plluresque church of Vasil Blajennol is ilie Acro polis of Russia, the Kremlin, where the sacred relics and the crown jewels of the czars find nheiter Ivan 11. t'ir roi.nded It with the parapets which, restored and rebuilt ii many places, ire now being fortified by the govern ment ,'n order to prevent its uulldlngs, within which are the richejc treasures in the rvorld. from being looted by the revolutionists. Outside its gates 25. 000 troops were massed bv Governor General Dcubassoff. Many Stately Buildings. The Kremlin is an imposing collec tion of buildings, standing upon a flat topped hill that is enveloped by its tower-flanked walls. It Is washed on all sides by the River Volga, and its outer circumference Ls nearly a mile and a half long. Among the stately edifices grouped together under the one famous word "Kremlin" are the ancient palace of the czars, the palace of tho holy synod, the Church of the Assumption, where the czars are crowned; the Church of the Annun ciation. in which they nre baptized and married; the Church of St. Mich ael, where most of them have been buried; two monasteries, two bar racks housing 3.000 soldiers, a monu ment to the memory of Alexander 11.. who freed the serfs; the great bells of Moscow, now cracked and voiceless; the tower of Ivan and the national treasury, in which all relics of the Romanoff dynasty nre stored. Gautier compares the Kremlin to the Alhambra, saying: "The Kremlin has many points in common with tho'Alhambra. Like the Moorish fortress. It occupies the top of a hill; it contains royal demesnes, churches, squares and among the an cient edifices, a modern palace that is imbedded in them as unfellcitously as the palace of Charles V., among the delicate Arabian architecture, which it crushes with lts weight. The tower of Ivan Veliki is In fact by no means unlike the Torre de la Vela; and be yond the Kremlin, as beyond the Al hambra, lies stretched a scene of won derful beauty, a panorama that the ravished eye holds ever In enchanted remembrance. Oriental in Appearance. "Strange as it may seem, the Krem lin. as seen from the outside, presents a more oriental appearance than the Alhambra itself, with its massive red towers that give no hint of the mag nificence of their Interior. Above the walls, with their sloping battlements, peeping between the towers with their carved roofs are myriads of cupolas, like balls of shining gold, with tulip shaped hell towers reflecting in the sunshine a thousand colors from their metallic sides. The wall, white as a silver basket. Incloses this bouquet of golden flowers, till one feels as if he were gazing at one of yiosc fairy cities built by the fancy of the Arab ian story teller, a crystallization in stone of the 'Thousand and One ! Nights.' And when winter sprinkles i with its diamond powder these build ! lags beautiful as a dream, one could | readily fancy oneself transported to another planet, for nothing like to it has ever been one's fortune to behold before.” The jewels, silver, gold and relics in the national treasury within the ( Kremlin are claimed to represent an intrinsic value of $600,000,000. Center of Revolt Against the Czar's is in Control of the Situation. Expensive Discovery. "No,” said the first man. "we did not give our daughter a musical edu cation. We realized when she was very young that she simply could not sing, and that was all there was to It. Of course, we regretted it, but what could we do?" "I envy you." says the second man. "Envy us? Why, your daughter has graduated from two of the most cele brated singing schools.” "Yes, and it has cost me $4,000 to discover that she can't sing a note, either.” Lee Not To Be Bribed. While so much ls being printed about high-salaried officials of insur ance companies the Interesting fact is recalled that forty years ago Robert E. Lee was offered the presidency of a northern Insurance company at a sal ary large enough for those days. He wrote that he hadn't the ability nor the experience to command such a salary. He was told that his name was worth It. "What influence I have with the southern people is not for sale," said Lee. Lives Spent in Peace Russian Monks Dwell Always in the Center of Monastic Stillness (Special Correspondence.) To the uninitiated a monastery in Russia may seem an even less attrac tive place of retirement than a monk's cell under the glowing southern sky. But those who know Russia will easily realize that there are attractions and possibilities which give a peculiar charm to monastic life in that country of striking contras;.of vast silent places; of ceaseless turmoil on the one hand and of dull monotony on tho other. I have in my mind a monastery on the banks of the Neva, not far from St. Petersburg, which has always seemed to me to be a very center of perfect peace and rest. In summer tho steel-blue cupolas of Its church rise above the tops of the birch and rowan trees that grow all round it and tho small graveyard where the monks are buried under high grassy mounds adorned with humble little wooden crosses of the shape which distin guishes the cross of the Greek church from that of Rome. The blue waters of the Neva flash and gurgle close by, Entrance to Church. and far away countless spires and cupolas, and a forest of masts, suggests the capital and one of the great water ways of the world. But round the monastery the summer silence is un broken. A long, long avenue of gigantic birch trees, such as only the high north produces, with strong, straight stems of silvery white and magnificent crowns of fluttering foliage, runs far into the flat country stretching endless lessly behind the monastery. Where the birch avenue ended we had dis covered a tiny wooden cottage, stand ing at the end of one of the famous Russian strawberry farms; and when tho great heat of the day was over and we resumed our shoes and stock ings. which in that lovely greenery and on the short dry grass path of the avenue we doffed as a matter of course, we invaded the old peasant's realm, and carried back to tea under , the birches a large birch-rind basket j of strawberries ripened under a sky which never darkens in June Into a nearer approach to night than a rose tinted dusk. Like Fairyland Courts. It was like going from one court in Fairyland into another, to invade the strawberry farm at the back of the I monastery. The door of the ono- I roomed cottage stood wide open at all | times, and through the dusk of the in terior there gleamed just one speck of light from the little lamp hanging . in the corner in front of the ikon with its brown-faced virgin. There was no furniture in the room over and above a rough deal table and a shake-down, and the peasant's bath and washstand were supplied by the quaintest of green earthenware vessels (I wish I had now!) suspended from the over hanging roof outside the front door. It had three spouts, and from these the old man (he showed us how he did it, with a quiet smile) poured wa ter into tho hollow of his hands, an«l in this manner performed the ablu tions he considered It well to perform once a week. The strawberries he had picked seemed to lack flavor after he had guilelessly laid bare to us the se- Shrine in Village Chapel. crets of his toilet; but when we asked whether we might pick our own sup ply, so that he might send to market all he had gathered, he assented with smiling courtesy, and another fascina tion was added to our picnic in Fairy land. In Autumn and Winter. In autumn, when the great rafts came down the Neva from unknown places much further north, we sat on the wooden seats In front of the monastery church, listening to the songs of the men on the rafts and watching the wild geese and ducks flying southward high overhead. And now and then a monk would come and sit beside us, offering u * hospitality In the shape of a bunch of red rowan berries, which he ate with obvious en- Joyi-icnt. But best of all and most enchanted was the place in winter, when the blue cupolas had high caps of dazzling white snow, when the "Russian rob* fns,” the beautiful birds with throats of salmon pink, were fed by the monks, and when the air glittered and crackled with cold. There was a service at the monastery at 6 p. m. on Saturdays. We waited till the rough drift ice from Lake Ladoga had settled on the Neva, till all the open spaces between the ice sheets wore firmly frozen over, and till the sun, during a spell of mild weather, had somewhat smoothed the ice. Then at 5 p. m. on Saturdays we strapped oar skates on. seated on blue ice. aad glided down the river, pausing here and there to career round a particu larly smooth sheet of ice. At the mon astery steps we took off our skates and followed the thill stream of sheei> skin-coated peasants into the church, through the soft -gloom of which the candles at the east end, near the gold- en gates of the holiest of holies, shone with white and fitful light. Power in Simple Services. There were no treasures of art In that comparatively unimportant mon astery church, but on the door, lead ing I know not whither, there was a painting of the head of John the Bap tist on a salver, which drew and haunt ed you with its spiritualized beauty, its suggestion of many things passing all understanding. The peasants pros trated themselves on the floor; the priests. In robes of gold and silver, read In deep bass voices the Slavonic texts, which no one understood. And then, from a gallery high up at the back of the church, there came a flood of music which seemed less of the earth than any other sound. Men’s voices and boys', pure and rich and very reverent, with notes of supplica tion that seemed impassioned sobs as the "Gospodl pomllul” .(Lord have mercy upon us) rose again and again, and with a final "Amen" that throbbed and thrilled with exaltation. When, after the service, we got down to the Neva, the night had come —;blue and clear and crowded with stars—and into the teeth of the north wind we skated up the river, with the choir of angels and archangels still singing in our ears. There are monasteries such as this all over Russia, on the banks of the Don and the Dnieper as well as on the Neva, near lonely villages and in the vast plains of central Russia. And wherever they are there hangs about them the same mystery and the deep peac that draw and hold you when you stand in the Tato gallery before the “Vale of Rest." In Need of Rattlers. Recently a Portland firm that deals in flah and game received from a man in an Idaho town this startling order: Gentlemen—Please ship ine at once, C. O. D.. one dozen live rattlesnakes. Must be good biters.” Not having ns many lire rattle snakes on hand as the order called for, the firm could not make the shipment; but a letter was sent to the Idaho man inquiring as to why he wanted the rattlers. Here is an ex cerpt from the letter received In re ply: "Three months ago I swore off from drinking whisky. I was determined to quit, so I took a solemn oath never to drink another glass of whisky unless I should be bitten by a rattlesnake 1 and need the liquor as an antidote. Rattlesnakes aro mighty scarce In ! this part of the country. I have been ; out hunting for rattlers every day this month, but have found none. Now, ! I am a man of my word. I do not in | tend to violate my oath. Surely you can get some rattlesnakes for me. Please ship at once. This Is impoit ant."—Portland Oregonian. Clever French Hairdressers. Observant travelers say American women, as a rule, are noted for their disheveled locks. Except among the rich, no one can afford the coiffeur every day, and the French maid, who knows the mysteries of hairdressing is also only for the rich. American women do not take the serious view of hairdressing held by their conti nental sisters. In Paris, If a man of moderate means has several daugh ters. one is set to learn methods of taking care of the hair and dressing it to advantage. She attends to the hirsute treasures of her family and can earn a tidy sum among her friends. American girls never think of such a thing. They arrange their own tresses, or on rare occasions pay a shampooer. Parisians say a few lessons will put an intelligent girl in possession of the secrets. Oldest English Clergyman. The oldest clergyman in England is the Rev. John Edward Kemp, who has been in holy orders for seventy two years, being now ninety-five years of age. He has been chaplain in ordinary to King Edward ada IMI. CHARLES GALLOP’S BUS From “Down Country Lanes,” by Byron Williams I wonder where Charles Gallop Ih—Twns him that druv the bus Huik yonder where I ustci live, a little country cuss: Charles Gallop he was hi* an’ tall. Ills ’bus was lone an’ stout, Th* winders rattled scand'lous like, but never onct fell out. I wonder now where Charlie Is? Why. that sleek span o* his Could travel like th’ very wind when they got down ter biz. And Charlie went to all the trains by day or In th’ night: All over town you'd hear him go Jest at th break o light. He’d sit high up there on th' 'bus an' “Old an!" to tli* bay! An' then he'd sit up atraighter >lt an' "Gld ap. 'to th gray. Tlun. mister man! th* teams he'd pass with rattling, jingling pace An' sometimes he would let ’em lun. rejoicin' In a race. Most always lots o’ people come into th* town by train. An* Gallop knew 'em every one on seeln cm ngain. The travelin* men would say. •■Hullo!" an' "Gallop, how are While actresses would smile an smirk-an giggle. How-d -do. Then Charlie'd holler "All aboard!" an* pull th’ door strap tight. An’ drive like Tam O'Shanter did. across the bridge that night. One time I went away from home to seek my fortune new; I rode on top with Gallop then—Gee whiskers, how we Hew! But when I come home In th; nighv. , sit down on th seat. For 1 was reelin' sort o' blue an' ull worked out an beat. I wonder now where Charlie is. a drlvln* them equine*. A settln' straight away up there, an hoidin of th lines. But nnvhow when Gah’rol calls, he noedn t make no fuss. Ner send his spangled cheer-I-ut—l'll ride in Gallops bus. Her Awful Moment "The very awfulest moment of my life?" inquired the chorus girl ad justing her abbreviated skirts as she sat on a property rock and, flinging a cobwebby shawl across her as toundingly decollete decolletege. "You could never guess where It was spent. In a Pullman car! The loveliest, fan ciest Pullman car on the road per haps. It wasn’t u moment, either, but half an hour. I had been traveling with a show called ‘The Jolly Jesters avav out west. We had been on the road a whole day and a night and we were due at our destination at 8 the next morning. Rising with the birdies isn’t exactly in my line, but when you’ve got you war paint on and must be at rehearsal a little after cockcrow you get madly excited sometimes; and so the morning our train was ex pected to touch the town I slid out of my cozy cot at half —well, at 7 any way. , "Before I slid out I put on a pair of crocheted bed slippers and a flan nelette wrapper and threw a pink shawl over my head as a disguise until I could reach the dressing room. I had my cold cream box in one hand and my tooth brush and a few other first aids to nature in the other, and I figured that at that hour nobody would be up and I should have the sweet calm of dawn to myself, to say nothing of the looking glass. But, alas, I had not reckoned with the feminine rush that rudely breaks the morn on a Pullman. After a frantic disappearing act from berth to dress ing room. I reached the latter only to find the door locked. "Foiled? Not a bit of it. Not me. I peeked Into the car ahead of ours and saw that all was dark and still and lonely there. Wrapping my shawl close around me. I opened the door, crossed the platform and, to my wild joy, reached the dressing room of the neighboring car in safety. Once in side. I gave myself up heart and soul to the joys of an uninterrupted toilet. "I noticed that we had stopped at a little town somewhere in the wilds, but I knew it couldn’t be my town, Variety in Government Reports. It is of the utmost importance that some fixed standard for reporting crop conditions and estimating yield should be established which each succeeding statistician will have no authority to alter Without such standards com parisons are worthless. The crop es timate issued by the agricultural de partment on Monday is a case in point. Formerly estimates were made of production In running bales. More recently estimates were based on bales of net weight. In the estimate issued Monday the gross weight of bales was the basis used. Clearly un der such changed methods past com parisons become worthless and the true meaning of the latest estimates is not understood by the masses of the people for whose benefit they are is sued. —New Orleans Picayune. Fire at Human Targets. The new musketry regulations of the German army prescribe firing at human figure targets only, and these are to be colored gray. For kneeling and prone firing portable rests are used. | so I remained calm and placid. When ! I had quite finished my labor of love 1 and art l emerged fresh and smiling. ' and made a dash for the platform. I found the platform; oh, yes, the plat form. but not my own sleeping car or anything that was mine. They had shifted at that little town by the way side and left my car behind. Here l was speeding toward God knows where in a flannelette wrapper and bedroom slippers. I don’t think I fainted, but I just gazed hollow-eyed at the receding track of waste and wilderness behind us, and moaned and moaned. Presently the conductor came along with a suspicious look in his eye. I pressed my hands to my coiffure head and almost shrieked at him. j " ‘Stop the train!* I cried. ‘Stop the i train! I’m not dressed.’ "The conductor’s look of suspicion j changed to one of sympathy and . alarm. I think he fancied that a luna tic had stolen aboard his car in the 1 night-time. Anyhow he took me 1 soothingly by the arm and tried to ’ pacify me, and after awhile f sobbed ; out to him my whole pitiful story. ■ | "Say, do you know, I believe that some conductors go to heaven. Any- I way. that one will, and I never, never 1 j shall forget how he had that train run back to that wayside town and lent me his overcoat to hide in until I • could get back to my mother-trunk • | once more. : * “As for the women on the car that ■ j tried to steal me, not one of them > would lift a finger to help me. You j see, they all knew that I was the eviJ : genius who had kept them and their » ' curly locks out of the dressing room. 1 , and they would have seen me die and I go to heaven In that flannelette wrap per and those crocheted slippers be l fore they would have lent me a rag. ; Wasn’t It awful?” "Oh, pshaw. Maudie,” remarked a ! girl In pink tights leaning against a . ; wing. "You had on more clothes than t you’ve got on now!” , j “Last call!" cried the callboy, com , ing in. Gates as Writer of Humor. On occasion John W. Gates, the stock and turf plunger, shows a streak of humor. Not long ago he was chat ting with a number of literary men, among whom were several humorous writers. Mr. Gates said in a chatting way: "You fellows havo no raoro humor in you than stock statistics. I'll back myself to write a funny piece against you all.” Of course, the chal lenge was accepted, thereupon each competitor contributed his humorous output, all the writings being submit ted to one of the party for decision. The referee awarded the palm to Mr. Gates, whose effort was as follows : "I hereby promise to pay Mr. Blank the sum of |SO for his time and trouble in' acting as judge to this ‘dope’ competition.” The other com petitors unanimously concurred iu the award. His Point of View. Nurse—See. Charlie, the stork has brought you a nice little brother!” Charlie—Yes. that’s the way! Just ss I’m getting on in the world compe tition begins.