The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1906-04-28
An APPEAL FOR AID
tbs Cesaty Bsy writes n btAAlf Of The
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that has ever befallen the human
race fesl constrained TO appeal 10
the big hearted citizens Of the South
land in behalf OF the thousands OF
widows aud orphans that are stand.
ing AT our doors pleading for a bit
OF bread 20 appease the gnawing
hunger or for wraps that they mas
protect their frail bodies from the
ocean breezcs that brings added dts
comfort
My God. this is an awful hour.
am In a room that over looks the
switch where 800 refugees have
been unioaded Being one of the
relief committee. ! have faced and
toiled among the refugees who are
in such pittiable conditions. Ny pen
is stin. My mouth is closed No
man could tell It, Though stiffened
by days toll and saddened until
my heart is petrified with the sor-
rows OF those who have asked for
bread though | see hungry, half ma
hed children walking the street cry
ing for mother and father, brother.
collect myself and use the pen, hop
ing 10 earn a few loaves of bread to
relieve the appalling situation.
God forbid that any man or wom-
an shall persue this column to graft
~ morbid curiosity It is costing
me effort al time when my services
are needed by thousands of helpless
children. The weight of the awful
environment is heavy, and the facts
that | would be pleased to recite
freely are stubbornly born The duty
is tedious and there is no inspiration
the fullness of the situation makes
one sullen and Supplied though
the southern blood that flows in my
veins is animated with sense of duty.
| trust that it will sustain my feeble
effort in appealing TO those of the
same blood
The loss OF life is not great, but
death would be sweet to thousands
of those who are wandering beneath |
the western skies homeless and hun
CRY The awful conflagration, it /
seems, would have been better if it |
had been worse. To see thousands /
of mothers carrying babies and lug
gage, bare headed in the midday
sun, pftiously looking for loved
ones, is a scene that melts the strong
est of hearts. To see 300. 900 men,
women and children in the throws of
living death, homes burned and fam
lies scattered produces another scene
equally appalling Pen and picture
have lost their portrayal power; des-
cription is baffled and the magma
ton is dumb Of conception.
Those who are able to get to the
interior are being cared for. but car
ing for them is only temporary re-
lief There are thousands who have
no money or even change Of clothes
But to speak of those who are able
to get TO the interior is erroring in
my purpose There are thousands
that are tired with shacEIes of pow
erty i'm the squalor and cold atmos-
pherc that overhaugs the ruins of the
western metropolis Disease and pes
thence may SET mp IN any time among .
those who are least able 10 Withstand /
the rayages. J am speaking for the |
children. I would that their voices
could be heard She world over. The
fainter the voice the louder it is.
the louder he voice the fainter ia
grows, when the little ones live and
speak NOT something is heard that
Stirs mems souls. The iuquisitivc-
ness of an eve that knows not why
or where mother or father i- gone i-