The St. Louis Republic., 1903-12-31
TERRIBLE SCENES DESCRIBED.
BY MANY EYEWITNESSES.
Continued From Page Ono.

when there were a few in whom life still
fingered.
shes ali right said the doctor, and
smiled at her screams. A nurse came over
TO her side. stop thot screaming" she
said. You're not hurt: you ought to be
thankful you're alive"
The woman still sroaned.
Here" went on the nurse, Just look
under the table. There's whole pile of
dead people there. Now, aren't you
ashamed"
INSTRUMENTS WE'RE
CONSTANTLY GIVING OUT.
When they carried the woman out to
take her TO the hospital she was still
groaning. Instruments were continually
giving out. Just when one was wanted it
seemed that 1t was not there. tried to
help keep several tables supplied with
hypodermics.
On one table lay another young girl.
They had found spark of life. scarcely
pereertible heart throb.
''Strychnine. quick" said the doctor. ]
hurried to get it. On my way back l
stumbled over something soft. The horror
OF it viii he with me always. I had stum-
.blcd over dead man.
White-capped nurses appeared. Several
brave strangers volunteered 10 act rs
nurses Those who were dead were piled
away In corners and under the tables to
make room for these in whom they hcped
10 still find life.
All OF it was of little use. The fever TO
help to do something came upon me.
worked with the doctors and the nurses.
Itrar oil We fripd
None of them was badly burned.
1t was all the same deatll-a breath of
flame. Two were all the doctors pro-
nounced living.
OXYGEN TO
SAVE LIFE.
1t was a long and patient work. that
of restoring life TO the poor sufferers.
Dozens of oxygen generators came from
the stores. Bows and men pulled them
from one helpless victim to another If
there was sign OF life the rubber tube
was inserted in the mouth and the oxy-
| gen forced into the lungs. Not enough
| hypodermics were there to go around.
| Over one girl the doctors labored half
an hour. They bade me rub her hands
| and feet and limbs. They had loosened
| her dress and unfastened her corset. Two
| of them waved her arms up over her head
| and slowly brought them down again in
an, attempt to induce artificial respiration.
Every moment or two one of them lis
| tened with his stethoscope for her heart
| beats.
They forced her eyelids apart and
pulled out her tongue. There was no sign
of a. burn on her. She could not have been
more than 16 years old. Her beautiful
| throat and bosom were as white as snow.
When they forced her eyelids apart her
brown eyes were yet bright. She lay on
| one end of the marble table so that her
head could drop over the edge. Against
hope, they worked.
"She's too perfect a creature to give
| up" said the doctor. One hypodermic
after another they filed and emptied into
her marble flesh. Whisky was tried first,
then one-thirtieth grain strychnine, the
last of all nitrogiycerin. The cruel pricks
seem useless.
Hold my coat" said the doctor. Some
one took his coat. Perspiration streamed
from his face. Up and down, up and down
rhythmatically he waved her two white
arms. Down and up, and he pushed the
elbows close into her sides to squeeze the
air out of her lungs. Up and straight over
her, head to let the air in. Two hundred
times at least he did this. In the end he
gave up. He stood erect.
"There's nothing more to be done," he
said "The child is dead: it's horrible
Not far away nurse and two doctors
labored over boy. After ten minutes he
opened his eyes.
s.'What cher doin' to me?" he questioned.
Taking care of you," said the doctor.
"Tell us your name"
The girls hands were cold-as cold as
snow.
"Chafe them." said the doctor.
took one in my two and rubbed. AL
ready the slender fingers were stiffen.
ing. Upon one was a pretty solitaire
pearl ring. Her clothes were fine ant
her brown hair well dressed.
'This must be one from downstairs y
said the doctors.
In another moment they gave her W
and she was laid with the pile Of dead
Beside chestnut-haired girl stood man
| The child was dead-not burned, but suf
focated.
81 am sure / know that child" he said
and looked at her long and intently
I'm sure she is little Oracle Leonard
I've seen her often enough to be sure, bu
one feels SO numbed by this If it's she
there's no doubt her mother and littl,
brother are here, too.'
Don't you know her clothes?''
az can't remember. Seems to me sht
wore a dress like this one"
at was q pretty little serge dres:
the child wore, with a strap on the sleeve.
Her trim shoes were of good quality. as
were all her clothes. She had been some
ones ,yelI-cared-for darling. One could