St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-17
AMONG THE WOUNDED.
The Hospital the Center OF Many
Touching Incidents.


Special from Staff Correspondent
ST. CLOUD, April 16.-All day friends of
the wounded and charitably disposed people
have been calling at st. Benedict's hopital
to inquire after the condition Of the suf-
ferers, and many of them bring delicacies
for those whose appetites are not impaired
by the nature of their wounds. The day
has been fraught with many touching Incl
dents at the hospital. and one can get no
better idea of the sorrow and suffering
caused by the cyclone than by visiting this
institution and examining the men, women
and children who lie there under the tender
care of the kind-hearted sisters, helpless
and pennileSS. stricken down suddenly
without warning while in the full enjoy
ment of health and strength, but notwith-
standing their afiiction they show a
degree of courage that is wonderful, and
consider it nothing less than miracle that
they escaped with their lives. They don't
murmer at their miSfortunes, but look the
cruel fate that brought them to beds of pain
calmly in the face and congratulate them
selves that it is no worse.
A HEROIC MOTHER.
There was one woman at the hospital to-
day who displayed an amount of nerve and
GOODNESS that an army general might well
have coveted. This was Mrs Zins, the
mother of four children, two of whom were
buried this morning and two are lying in
the hospital, while her husband is in an
other ward with his limbs and body ter
ribly bruised and blackened. Their prop
erty, consisting of a neat little dwelling,
was swallowed up by the whirlwind, and
all their houshOld goods were swept away,
but she keeps stout heart and with cheer
full face and words of encouragement d.
vides her time with her husband and
children, watching with jealous care their
every want, and in her solicitation for the
ones so near and dear to her she does not
forget the other sufferers that be around
her. but aids the sisters in their care for
tnem. 'a---
A FATHERS GRIEF.
A GLOBE representative sat on the porch
in front of the hospital this afternoon when
an old man approached. He was plainly
dressed in the garb of farmer. His lower
limbs were covered with pants of rough
material, a checked flannel shirt was un-
was thrown blue blouse of heavy flannel,
and on his head was broad -brimmed white
slouch hat, from his wrinkled cheeks hung
a heavy beard as white as snow, his step
was weak and tottering, and he leaned
heavily on a cane that he carried in his
hand, half feeling his way with it towards
the door of the hospital Reaching the
steps he stopped, and, lifting his troubled
face, said:
rs William in there?''
"William who?" inquired the reporter
'Why, William Shortridee. Didn't you
know was his fatherY'' half inquired the old
man.
The reporter informed him that William
was inside, and in answer to his question,
if Jake was buried, replied afiirmatively.
Jacob and William ShOrtridge were
BROTHERS,
one of whom was killed outright, and the
other so badly injured that amputation of
both legs was necessary. Their parents at
Gray Eagle were telegraphed for, and as
no reply came, Jacobs body was buried
this afternoon, hardly half an hour before
his father arrived and made his way to the
hospital. In his left hand the old man
carried a package of crackers, and coming
up onto the veranda he laid the package
down and sank YEARLY into chair.
L
didn't hear that my boys were hurt till last
night, and live good ways in the country,
and had nothing but an OK team TO travel
with. If I'd had horses I'd got here this
morning. Der yer think Williams hurt bad?
Does his face show eny marks? / hope not,
poor boy. They both ov 'em had to leave
home last week, we were so hard up for
money, and they left as they never left be-
fore. They shook hands with me an
BID NE GOODBYE.
~, a. a haFN T,1-
lived until next August he'd been 26 years
old and William was 20. Both strong boys
when they left me and now," and he paused to
brush the tears from his eyes, zones dead and
the other,is here with his legs broke. It's
awful hard. wonder if I can go in and see
him?''
The reporter spoke to the lady superior,
and she ushered the old man into the pres
ence of his son, who was semi-conScious
and tOttering between life and death. A
few moments passed and the old man came
out with tears streaming from his eyes,
moaning:
''He won't live till moruin'. ! know he
won't. I've seen too many men die in the
army. know he can't live. He knew, but
he CO ldn't speak. oh, my God, what shall
i do!uWhat shall do!'
And the poor old man buried his face in
his hands. and rocked to and fro in the
agony of his grief. At this point sister
stepped outside, and, laying her hand
gently on the grief-stricken mans shoulder,
said:
"Come In. Your son just expired"
"Whatl Is he dead? Is William dead?'
He read his answer in the plying eyes of
the sister and moaning MY poor boy! My
poor boy! What shall dO?" passed in
side, where he was left weeping over the
corpse of his son, having arrived just in
time to witness the drawing of almost his
last breath.
OTHER CASES.
Just through the window opening off the
porch can be seen the bruised and black
ened face of Joseph Junglen, whose entire
family, with the exception of his wife, was
swept out of existence. Both his legs are
broken, and his body is mass of bruises,
but he bears his suffering cOurageously, and
hosts of friends visit the window during the
day and chat with him. This afternoon his
wife, who had just come from the graves of
their children, visited him for the
first time since the night he
was hurt, she being refused
admittance by the doctors on account Of her
husbands weakness. The meeting between
the two vas pathetic one. The husband