The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-05-26
up paper with the bold headlines:
"A Second Florence Nightingale,
the Florida Girl who Cavod Gu MANY

p 4,
is now devoting her life to fever
stricken Italians. Her common
name thruout the hospital is Saint
Rexie!" This did not surprise me,
for Rexie's sweet, amiable DISPOSE
ton had caused her to be loved by
all who knew her in her school days,
and had learned before of her work
in America.
OF all the historical places i had
seen, none thrilled me like the town
OF Bethlehem. AS / visited it's ruins
i thought of the beautiful story of
the star that guided the three wise
men to the manager, where the little
Christ child lay. How wildly Miss
Nellie Stevens had, in her sweet
clear voice, told it many years ago
to that room full of little tots, who,
with eager ears and shining eyes,
had received the glad message of
Christmas-tide. Though they may
be scattered over the world and vex-
ed by many troubles, none can for
get the words of the angels repeated
by their first teacher, Peace on
earth and good will unto men,"
After viewing other places OF the
Holy Land, / crossed to Africa by
way of the tunnel under the Isthmus
of Suez. Strange to say, l met Wyn-
ona Weatherbee on the train. She
had gone to Africa to do missionary
work. There are a band of savages
called Bushmen, who live in and
around the Kalahari desert. These
men have never been fully civilized
and in the last few years they have
sunk into an even lower state, for
they are now massacreing all who
dare approach their territory. When
/ met Wynona l did not know this
for / would never have allowed my
self to become so interested in her
work as to accompany her on this
special mission. l did not know it,
however, and Wynona and / arrived
at one of their little villages. The
village seemed deserted, but loud
shouts came from a nearby forest.
We directed our course towards the
noise, but mine was suddenly stop
ped short by the sight of several
hundred black men brandishing kniv-
es and dancing around a big fire. AS
the fire burned more fiercely, the
water boiled more furiously and l
grew more frightened for on the
ground near the fire lay white man
with bound hands and feet. l shud-
dered and grew faint for l could al
most see myself boiling in that very
pot In my fright l had forgotten
Wynona until / saw the savages bru-
tally binding her hands. / shudder-
ed again as / thought of the rich
: soup that three people would make
so / closed my eyes and began TO
pray expecting at any moment TO be
pitched in the boiling pot. As
prayed / became conscious that the
from my hiding place / was amazed
to see the natives prostrating them
selves on the ground before Wynona.
/ could not hear what she was saying
but / knew that she was delivering
her message and it was being we'll
received Soon the chief cut the
bonds from Wynona's hands and re-
leased the other captive. In the
meantime / quietly left the scene.
Late that afternoon / was joined by
Wynona whom l Immediately inform
ed that l intended leaving for Africa
as soon as l could.
| continued my journey by rail un-
til / reached the Cape of Good Hope.
From there l crossed to Cape Horn
by means of an areoplane. The trip
was delightful and the longest that
| had ever taken through the air.
spent one night in a little village OF
Argentina. / say village, we'll it con-
sisted of a station, general variety
store and post-office combined and
boarding house. At the station a
cowboy from a neighboring ranch
who had come in a rickety old wagon
for the mail, seeing my bewilder-
ment, offered to drive ME to the
boarding house, he entertained me on
the road by telling me about his land
lady. Yes man, he said, "she is
a fine lady she is and that woman
got more book sense than any one
in South America. Yes mann she
married and that's the trouble. You
see her husband he is so lazy that
he don't see no use in him working