Adventure stories; Hungary -- History -- Revolution, 1918-1919 -- Fiction
If the members of the Supreme Soviet Council, kept fully acquainted
with the situation by their numerous spies, were experiencing the
first warnings of their coming doom, under the thrall of the ranting
Bela Kun they hesitated to betray the fact.
With an incredible faith in his waning star, to the Dictator, any
omens of a dark future were hidden by roseate-hued visions of a World
Commune, with himself second only to Lenin or Trotsky. With an
unbounded nerve, of which one could scarcely dream him capable, he
demanded of the Allies the fulfilment of their promise that on the
cessation of hostilities against the Czechs the Tisza should be
evacuated by the Rumanians, for day by day, keeping pace with the
atrocities committed by the Communists upon their own people, the
enemies of Hungary, Czecho-Slovakia, Serbia, and Rumania, were
advancing on all sides, sometimes repulsed, but more often gaining
the victory over the less organized Red guards.
That Clemenceau, President of the Peace Conference, treated his
message with disdain, ordering that Hungary should observe the
conditions of the Armistice before he would treat with the Soviet
Council, meant nothing to the impudent Dictator, who ironically
replied to Clemenceau that he, Bela Kun, doubted the power of the
President to impose his will upon the Rumanians or the Czechs.
Then, in defiance of the Peace Conference, he issued orders for
mobilization, and upon the walls of Hungary's villages and towns
appeared huge, glaring posters of a sailor's figure, running and
holding aloft a Red flag, which bore the inscription: "FEGYUERBE!"
Ex-soldiers, who for long years had fought the Serbians and Russians,
gazed upon the crude recruiting pictures, read the call "To Arms,"
and realized that fighting must continue, even while their friends
and relations who remained at home were stabbed in the back by the
self-chosen leaders of the nation for whom they would have to fight.
Thus Bela Kun and his satellites failed to heed the writing on the
wall--the passing of the Bavarian Soviet, the miscarriage of the
Austrian Soviet, the failure of the Russian Soviet to come to their
assistance--and laughed at the Allies, at the threatening armies of
the Whites, at the invading hordes of the neighbouring Slavs.
There was only one who really sensed the change--Szamuelly; in an
effort to intimidate the recalcitrants his Death Train tore from one
end of the country to the other, and all the time he hanged,
butchered, murdered, and the trail of corpses he left in his tracks
grew longer and longer.
From Szamuelly and his hangmen the innocent and guilty alike fled in
terror; and the volume of their curses grew louder, till their
reverberating echoes reached the ears of the spies, who in due course
then reported to the fiend himself.
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