The following is the report of a recent interview with a Polish lady, who is a refugee here from Port Arthur Mais, cétait terrible! Yes, I stayed during the whole of the siege. Powrquoi pas? I wanted to see war, and I had no fear. My sister was with me in Port Arthur two years before the' war broke out, but at the commencement she left to return to our home in Poland—not very far from Warsaw. It was well; she hada family, but I was all alone, and I wanted to see la guerre. Mais, cétait terrible! No, I had no fear; where so many were dying what did it matter one lore or less? N'importe! But I could not gaze upon our dead soldiers—the blinding tears obscured my vision; but the sour de charity with me was always in the hospitals. She was good. The dying Jo ne sais pas lo but.
What do you say about Poland? Is there a new Governor-General? And he attended mass in the Roman Catholic Cathedral at Warsaw? He also paid his respects to the Archbishop? Yes, it is interesting, mais, pourquoi? To conciliate the Poles! But it is too late. What does it matter? No, I do not care Cela mest egal Yes, I have told you I dare not go to the hospitals. I cannot look upon our dead soldiers. But we have done much.
We have made three thousand garments for the soldiers and many warm socks. But they were grateful! On the cold nights, too, we have taken refreshments to the weary sentries as they kept unceasing watch on the ramparts. Tea? Yes, they liked tea, but, Mon Dien, they want cigarettes; chest toujours les cigarettes. But, sometimes, they did not want them—they did not want anything more. Their eyes were closed; perhaps they were sleeping after the fatigues of the day? Yes, they were sleeping—they would never wake up again. The Japanese bullets had found a resting-place The Japanese, oh! yes, they are terrible! ils ne craignent absolument tien, neither the cold nor the pain, not even death. And they all looked so well fed. They had enough to eat, and they were well clothed, and, oh! so clean. But the Russian soldiers; ah! what a contrast! I wonder if the Little Father knows! But he is a long way off—a very long way off. Mon Dien, and the end is not yet. Yes, the war is the work of Alexeieff, sans dante. Stéssel, oh, yes! what is he? But the soldiers know. And so the English think that Kuropatkin is a great general. So he is. But the Japanese; these devils; they are ce small, but they are very brave. They fear nothing at all. Yes, they were good to me when I was in Japan—they keep a good table, and they are so clean. Yes, I like the bath very much, myself, but these little Japanese! They are terrible!
What do you say about Dr. Morrison Oh! yes, he writes for the English papers. Did he say that there was plenty of everything to'eat when Port Arthur fell What does he know We had black bread, but no meat. The bakers all went away. Yes, we had horse flesh, and donkey flesh, too. Oh! I like the donkey flesh, it is like veal. The horse flesh is too strong. I cannot eat it. But Iam tired. "von Dien, this place is dull. I like the music and the dance. The French are very gay; but the English are sober. An revoir, Monsieur. Schlafen sie wool. Good-bye.
Chief. The last of the great men," says Mr. Drage, "I have chosen, to represent the ideals: by which Russia is animated and the work she is doing, is General Kuropatkin, the man on whom the mantle of the famous General Skobeleff has fallen, and who has been since 1898 Minister of War. He is the most brilliant soldier and one of the most capable administrators in the service of the Czar. Practically in the prime of life, endowed with indomitable will and untiring industry, the strictest of disciplinarians, he is gentle and modest in manner. He has had more that thirty-five years of military service, and has won the affection and respect of all who have served under him. He has studied the practice of war under - great chief, and has an intimate knowledge of the peoples of the East, and the balance of power in Asia." Mr. Drage goes on to recount his services. In 1868, when he was only twenty, he won the orders of St. Stanislous and St. Anne for distinguished gallantry at the storming of Samarkand. From 1871 to 1874 he was studying at the Staff College, and in 1875 Captain Kuropstkin was sent on & special mission to France and Germany, and took part in an expedition from Algiers to the Sahara, where he earned the knighthood
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