BOLSHEVISM: A CHRISTMAS STORY

Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 156, 30 December 1918, Page 3

BOLSHEVISM: A CHRISTMAS STORY

10 THE EDITOR. Sir,—Ever since the Bethlehem shepherd received the glorious message: "To you this night is .born He Who willguide you, through paths of peace to living waters clear .... ." ever since that moment the small globe of the earth was enveloped with a cloud of beautiful pale b'ue light, that is jiot 'like the light of the myriads of other planets ; it ib so different, so distinguished. • It marks the Divine favour, and Satan knew it, and how he hated it.. He hated it with al) the might of his eternaJ hate, and now, viewing the solitude, his gaze 6pied the earth', rolling'through the space. On it his attention rested "T'rl crush that miserable little globe into a powdei if 1 could: bat there is limit to my will, since . Oh, i wish I could forget! It has been unbearable for the last 1914 earthly years—accursed | earthly years! Sometimes I envy the mortals: they have but to die, and their «arthh' memory ie dead with them; mine is alive alive to my eternal tor ture But one pleasure is left to me. and that is the pleasure of destruction--<o ■.-"■' The 'denizens' of eartn went crazy. One nation started it against the other; ffi\v more joined in, ami thw glow of the Sowing blood of innocents, fringed .the beautiful radiance of the globe with », fed hue. Satan smiled, the faint suggestion of. sa-tisJaction, . but 'it lasted only one single moment; though he watched his work of murder to the end, lie knew it couldn't last long. In his'l undying hatred a .new torture was brooding, and another smile crossed the Sardonic features. ' At his will there appeared one of his lieutenants. "Get this done," 6aM, the Dark One. The other bowed in silence, iud vanished towards the earth. Here, uss-iimincj. the shape of an old hag, he unfolded hit. master's command. He shivered in his jo;.. How extremely .clever was this 'itlea ofa new-.arm of destruction ; it rear! —"Tn-ki* one pail of essence of Anarchism, one pnrt of ee««noe of Prostitution of all Bights, one part of the essence of mixed Robbery and Murder,, flavour it to -taste with the necessary quantity of essence' of Socialism, put the lot in. <!■ cauldron of Sedition, boil it well over the flame of Hate, while stirring it with the broom of Riots. Then serve it to Hnmanitv, for they have developed a greet thirst for Democracy and Socialism—they will mistake this nice drink for it." Ar\<\ many did. That is how the Bolshevism vftt'bora.—l am, etc., EUGENE OBSPORtf