The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-09-30

wv NiiS SSlAiiAN e'ii Nioy 0AN PS'N ing the corridor at night, neither eating nor sleeping, too utterly miserable to respond to kindness or care The thing that first reused him, verify believe, was the sight of my old gingham apron! I had run up one morning with bowl of broth, without removing the big kitchen apron. He could not eat, but presently l found him with corner of the apron clasped in both hands and the tears rolling down his face. "l have seen my mother wear one just like il" he said, "and her hair is gray like yours'
 What higher compliment can be paid to woman than to be told by a sick boy that she reminds him of his moth CT. Thank heaven, this one was un- worldly enough to cry like baby The "blue devils" fled before flood of healthy tears, and from that hour his recovery was rapid. The first time the two came down to dine with the fam fly" their boyish delight was good to behold. To be sure, there was nothing served in the menu but the usual Red Cross and army rations but it was neatly served and rendered attractive with light and cheerful companionship. Tt is the first time we have sat down to table in four months" said one. Actually forks and spoons" ex- claimed the other. "A table-cloth and napkins tool" chimed both together 1 It was not necessary to explain that the table-cloth was the sheet of an army cot and the napkins improvised from an old cambric petticoat but they served their purpose in the making of | a home as well as the finest damask could have done.
 Next to the young Michiganders, the happiest ~boy I knew in Santiago is | Lieutenant Wise. He is only nineteen, but has been promoted for gallantry and goes north tomorrow. True, for month he has been alternately burning and freezing with Calentura and looks | like a walking skeleton; but he eX- | plained to me how lucky it was that his bad day. and that of his aid, who also 1 has the fever happens to come alter 1 nately, so that one can relieve the oth- 1 CT You can afford to be happy" l 1 said because you are going home"
 "Of course am glad to go home" he replied; but I would not have missed | tltctl lSiI WILL lily illCllb iicl uii SiiSoS experiences in Santiago-not if I had to i leave my bones herel"
 Perhaps the most interesting place in | town is the Red Cross headquarters, l down near the landing. I report there l every day and can gain more varied in 1 formation there in an hour on all man. ner of subjects, than could be found ! elsewhere in a week. To get materials l for volumes one has only to sit still and 1 listen It is big dodega, or ware l house, fronting the wharves, the lower 1 floor used for stable and store-rooms, i the upper utilized as offices and retir-
 ing rooms for Miss Barton and her 1 aides. From this place forty thousand 1 people are daily fed and half as many I sick are gratuitously treated, not by i the actual issuing of food and medicine from this dodega, but here is located the engine, so to speak, which keeps
 the whole machinery in motion. Here
 the impoverished and distressed come
 with their narrowing recitals, civilians
 and army officers to make requests,
 and thousand things are constantly demanding attention in the proper dis ] tribution of food, clothing, medicines anu SupDllSS. MISS IDdi tpil--lHttl NOii-
 derful woman-seems never the least
 bit hurried, ruffied nor "rattled," but
 goes on her quiet, unassuming and al-
 ways efficient way, doing her appoint
 ed work with unerring wisdom and an 1 executive ability which would be hard
 to match. May she live forever, for
 when she is called 'up higherS there is none to fill the place which she herself | created.
 Let me give you some examples of the odd things which are perpetually
 coming up at Red Cross headquarters. This morning one of our surgeons re-
 ceived letter from minor officer in 4 one of the camps near Santiago which
 said: For Gods sake send us some
 condensed milk! Men are dying out | here of intestinal troubles, with noth-
 ing to eat but beans and bacon, which
 to them is as rank poison. I write as
 man to man, in humanity's name. If
 my appeal were known I would be dis
 graced"
 II An army surgeon came in and threw
 himself down on chair, the picture of
 despair. Said he: Miss Barton, do
 you ever swear? Well, you would if
 you were in my shoes. I have found a
 dozen men in my ward to-day, just
 brought in from camp, with maggots in
 their wounds Oh, I cafl get them out
 all right" he said in answer to my hor-
 rified exclamation, But, Great Cae-
 sar! Think of the neglect which
 brought soldiers to such pass"
 Another hospital doctor came begging
 Miss Barton to give him a hundred pa iamas He said that his sick men were
 being fairly eaten up by lice, and that there was nothing for it but to burn : their uniforms and keep them in paja-
 mas till fresh clothes could be procured Miss Barton had not half the number of garments required but she gave him all she had, meanwhile protesting ear
 nestly against the burning of the uni
 forms. "Why, what else can we dc with them,' said the officer. You can
 have no idea how bad they are-every seam and crease and fibre of the cloth swarming with hits and crawlers." "Oh, yes, I know all about it" she replied; and then she sat down and gave him an account of her experiences ; in the same line in the civil war. At one time a branch of the army, long in camp became so infested with vermin that men were actually dying of the pest But we didn't burn up good un-
 iformsr she said. q had great tanks | made and filled with the strong salt