Russia.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 67, 18 November 1915, Page 5

Russia.

IN THE STYR VALLEY. United Press Association. (Received 11.40 a.m.) Petrograd, November "7. The strength of the enemy forces which made a thrust at the middle of the Styr Valley, was T) army corps. The front runs astride the Sarpy ; railway, along which the enemy’s guns have been brought. Some of the local -roads*, are impassable for / artillery. |•M' *U * i I .< Si /

'’in' i y \ VGROWING IN ; INTENSITY.” 1 i ' ;: ( ■ ■OmriiP Press Association. ■! London, November 16. Router’s Petrograd correspondent states that fighting on the middle Styr, which is growing in intensity, is culminating in massed fire by the enemy’s heavy guns. Having failed to turn the Russians, the enemy is striving to break the line at a favorable point on the Styr. Military critics ; point out that the fighting is riot a rearguard action, but a bitched battle to the left of the river. ■*■■■■■ .; %. The Germu'n|;lffive, forced tHife 4population of VilaaitQ; uiVtlfe_ fortifications. Onriug brutality , disorders occurred, and a hundred workmen were shot. • Y The fate of the enemy attacks on Riga and Chartorysk should be decided in a few* days. WHERE RELIGIOUS BARRIERS FALL. SAD BATTLEFIELD SCENE. (Received 11.40 a.m.) : Berne, November 17. The Gerivea Journal’s Galician correspondent states that religions harriers grow less over the horrors oi the Battlefield, Catholic priests succouring Jews, while Musselmans expire in the arms of protestant pastors. A Catholic priest narrates the following: “A soldier who was mortally wounded crawled to me, and I knelt beside him. He was a Jew, and was frightfully mutilated, but he held himself close against me with wild energy begging me to pray for him. 1 gave from the bottom of my heart my last consolations, and he handed me his papers, money, and watch to send to his wife. I made his will, and altei half an hour’s agony in my arms he died uncomplainingly, murmuring his mother’s name. I closed his eyes, and turned to other voices which weie calling me.’