The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-11-05
By ALICE ROBE.

The once gayest and most beautitul
capital OF Europe Is today the saddest'
the most distressed. Silent, hopeless
protests against the horrors OF wal
which have turned this wonderful,
Joyous city into a melancholy sepui'
cher for the living, permeates every
stratum OF society.
| have seen a procession OF 4,OOO
mothers, whose husbands have died IN
Galicia, carrying In their arms their
fatherless babes. They filed past the
great cold palace Of the ministry OF
war. It was their mute appeal for
peace.
| have seen a procession Of little
children, plaintive and futile ennis
saries OF life, silently protesting
against needless death.
Dazed by War Horrors.
I have seer trains arriving, every
one crowded to suffocation with the
wounded and dying. From the midst
Of these MANNED and mutilated, sick.
ened and suffering men, ! have seen
uncomprehending soldiers. dazed By
the horrors OF war, crazed with Joy at
being home again, dragged from their
companions and placed under arrest.
Their crime?-Why, they cried out in
the delirium Of excitement their
curses against the Russians who had
brought such terrible defeat to the
Austrian armies. For no news must
be whispered by the wounded or the
fugitive which reflects the truth OF
Austrian disasters.
And above these visual pictures OF
the melancholy Vienna OF today, l
have sensed the touch Of those gray
wings OF dread which cast their
shadow over the town-he soiled, the
sordld, the horrible wings OF cholera.
| have felt with the people, stalking
beside this hideous enemy, the plague
its sister specter, hunger.
Seventy Thousand Now In Hospitals.
In Vienna today 10000 wounded are
being cared for in hospitals, schools,
universities, hotels, churches. The
Red Cross admits its inability to care
for all the wounded, and the sight OF
helpless men, suffering needlessly and
hopelessly, is one which confronts
the worker in the cause Of humanity.
In all Europe there does not exist
today another capital where the pub
lie is treated so inconsiderately In re-
gard TO war news. The newspapers
publish nothing ave the official state
ments-and their news" can be
guessed at.
Arrests are made hourly OF Wen
nese who whisper words Of Austrian
defeat. Spies are everywhere.
In n cafe on the Praterstrasse ! sat
In a nervous crowd and saw whisper
Ing refugees from Galicia passing
their story on, furtively and fearfuily'
Suddenly l saw a young mar whose
pale face told OF recent suffering de-
serted by his companion, who went to
the door, whispered to an officer and
departed. In q moment the fugitive
was arrested. He had talked to q
spy.
Talks to Young Mother.
At the same station where the In
coming trains bring new misery fol
gay Vienna that was talked with O
young mother whose husband lay dead
on the battlefield. She had fled tc
the capital to plead with the govern
ment which had taken her husband
and robbed her children OF n father
for means OF support and some Of the
necessaries OF life. She told In pa
tlent, resigned tones OF her sufferingi
in bringing her three children from
Galicia, where her home was to b'
her haven no longer, and where blood
ran deep In the garden beds which
she had tended 80 faithfully waiting
the return of her husband.
when we arrived at the frontier,
she said, the scenes we're awful, w
were sherded like animals and wer'
treated worse than we treat our dogs
I was days In securing a place in thu
trains because | had no money. Their,
was a police officer on the train, ant
he demanded III passports, sucI
money as we had, and when we coul'
show neither he refused for days t
let us go on"
The natural impulse Of these fug
tives here is to speak Of the evil day
which have befallen them, OF thei
losses and the carnage-and they cal
not understand why they are arreste
for Il.
Moves Citizens to Despair.
The sight of automobiles carryin
wounded soldiers past the brillian
Hof theater, past the opera, past tn
gothic splendor of st. Stephens, wher
formerly gay cars sped on, bent o
pleasure, is one that moves the V
ennese TO despair.
| talked to one of these wounde
soldiers as the car In which he wa
being carried was stopped In front {
the Burg theater for repairs. He toll
me IN whispers, while the guards wer
busy with the car. Of the frightf'
ravages made by the Russians an
the Servians upon the Austrians.
"They have buried our dead I
heaps" he said, tears coursing dow
his face. "They were killed lik
sheep driven to a slaughter yard. tn
Russian artillery has done unbelie
able things. The Russians waste the
ammunition as though 1t were free {