. The Saturday evening post. yle—1917. By order of the Provisional Govern-ment, the Yacht Club, as well as the roomoccupied by Baron Rosen in the building,having been searched and no arms havingbeen found, Baron Rosen is allowed to re-main in his room. Patrol of the Reserve Division ofArmored Cars.(Signed) Lieutenant Dekhtiareff. My young benefactor, who was a studentof the University of Petrograd, then ex-plained that the military commission ofthe Duma had sent him in an armored carwith a couple of men to verify whether inour part of the town the search for arms bythe soldiers was being effec
. The Saturday evening post. yle—1917. By order of the Provisional Govern-ment, the Yacht Club, as well as the roomoccupied by Baron Rosen in the building,having been searched and no arms havingbeen found, Baron Rosen is allowed to re-main in his room. Patrol of the Reserve Division ofArmored Cars.(Signed) Lieutenant Dekhtiareff. My young benefactor, who was a studentof the University of Petrograd, then ex-plained that the military commission ofthe Duma had sent him in an armored carwith a couple of men to verify whether inour part of the town the search for arms bythe soldiers was being effected in an or-derly way; that in passing he had noticedthat a crowd had collected in front of theclubhouse; and that, suspecting somethingto be happening in the house, he hadstopped his car, run upstairs and arrivedjust in the nick of time to save me frombeing arrested and carried off by my tor-mentors. I wonder if this young man has escapedthe cruel fate that has overtaken so manythousands of deserving people of his Moscow Under the Old Imperial Regime If he has been spared to live a life of honorand usefulness to the country and the na-tion, and if these lines should ever meet hiseyes, I beg he will believe that his timelyintervention at a critical moment willalways be remembered with profound grati-tude by their author. Late in the evening of the same day, thethird day of the revolution, we inhabitantsof the club chambers were destined to meetwith another and this time less alarmingexperience. We were quietly, over tea andcigars, exchanging our impressions on theevents of the day, when there was a furiousknocking at the door, and our servant,in great alarm, evidently under the im-pression of the afternoons invasion, rushedin to inquire what he was to do. He was, ofcourse, ordered to open the door imme-diately, and we all went out into the corri-dor to see what was going to happen. When the door opened we beheld a rathersurprising sight—two burly soldiers withrifle
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