mayor, "I only want to save the town from starving." But the Narodna
Uprava would send no food, since the town (that is to say Roth) would
not acknowledge its authority. There were many rumours as to how Roth
spent the sums from Buda-Pest, and a weekly Socialist sheet, which he
himself had founded, but had now made over to a couple of his friends
(likewise Magyar Jews), called Fürth and Isaac Gara, started to bring
charges against its founder. Roth, whose previous resources were not
large and were well known to Fürth and Gara, used now to frequent the
fashionable café and indulge, night after night, in potations of
champagne, inviting to his table not Fürth nor Gara, but the French
General. This officer, in the advance through Serbia, had captured a
great many prisoners and a very large number of guns, arousing
everybody's enthusiasm by his personal bravery, his dashing tactics and
the skill with which he executed them. He was a most original person,
who would sometimes about midnight in that café at Temešvar leap on
to one of the marble tables and there perform a _pas de seul_. Dr. Roth
succeeded in worming himself into this merry warrior's good graces, and
Fürth and Gara looked with jaundiced eyes on the carouses of these two.
And in their newspaper, the _Temešvar_, they said very biting things.
Thereupon Roth complained about them to the Serbian authorities, asking
that they should be sent to Belgrade. When the Serbs did nothing he made
application to the French, and they--not aware of all the
circumstances--sent the couple under guard to Belgrade, where they were
interned. The mayor continued to receive the orders of the various
parties, and then suddenly Roth organized a strike which lasted for two
days--the railways, the electric light, the water-supply and the shops
all joining in the movement. There was even a Magyar flag on the town
hall, and cries were raised by a procession for the Magyar Republic. But
this time he had gone too far. An order came from Belgrade, from General
Franchet d'Espérey, and Roth was taken in a car to Arad, where he was
deposited on the other side of the line of demarcation.
A SORT OF WAR IN CARINTHIA
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