The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-10-23

who went TO the door. whispered TO
an ofhcer and departed. In moment
the fugitive was arrested. He had
talked TO afspy.
At the same station where the In
coming trains being new misery for
gay Vienna that. was, talked with
q young mother whose husband lay
dead on the battlefield. She had He'd
TO the capital to plead with the gov
eminent which had taken her hus-
band and robbed her children Of a
father, for means OF support and some
OF the necessaries or life. She told
In patient, resigned tones of her suf-
ferings In bringing her three children
from Galicia, where her home was TO
be her haven no longer. and where
blood ran deep In the garden beds
which she had tended SO faithfully,
waiting the return OF her husband.
When we arrived at the frontier"
she said, "the scenes were awful. We
were herded like animals and we're
treated worse than we treat our dogs.
was days In securing place In the
trains because had no money. There
was q police officer on the train.
and he demanded our passports, such
money as we had, and when we could
show neither. he refused for days to
let us 60 on"
The natural impulse OF these fugi-
tives here Is TO speak OF the evil days
which have befallen them, OF their
losses and the carnage-and they can
not understand why they are arrested
for Il.
The sight OF automobiles carrying
wounded soldiers past the brilliant
Hof theater, past the opera, past the
Gothic splendor Of st. Stephens.
whero formerly gay cars sped on,
bent upon pleasure, Is one that moves
the viennese to despair.
| talked to one Of these wounded
soldiers as the car In which he was
being carried was stopped In front
OF the Burg theater for repairs. lie
told me In whispers, while the guards
were busy with the car Of the fright
full ravages made by the Russians ami
the Servians upon the Austrians.
"They have buried our dead In
heaps" he said. tears coursing down
his face. They were Killed like
sheep driven to slaughter yard The
Russian artillery has done unbeliev-
able things. The Russians waste
their ammunition as though II were
tree as air Their infantry Is not
good. but how terrible Is the artil-
lery--how terrible"
Before the Palace Of the minister
of war. beside the monument OF Maria
Theresa and of Prince Schwarsen-
berg, the cannons and arms captured
from the Russians are on view. They
are insignificant arms, but the people
do not tire Of caressing them. The
meagre signs OF Austrian success ore
like CLEANS Of hope In leaden sky
OF despair.
And patrolling the streets one sees
increasing In number daily, q nom
descript army Of uniforms. Every
color and sort OF. ancient regalia has
been brought forth from old store.
houses.
In the hour when war and its hor-
rors are keeping q pail over Vienna.
the sight Of religious professions,
headed by priests praying for divine
aid brings out In relief the picture
of faith. The churches are constant
ly filed with women and children,
iOI hubbahub anu iothCiS ohN
brothers who may never return. In
the time Of sorrow too great to en-
dure alone, the people are throwing
themselves more and more upon the
bosom OF the church which has offer-
ed them consolation so many times
before.
While the devout are flfiing the
churches and the wounded are filing
the hospitals, while the wretched III.
gitives are bringing the famine from
Galicia, accusations and protestations
are rising above the murmurs Of dis
tress against the rich.
On different subscription lists OPEN
ed for the Red Cross the sight OF un-
believably small sums given by mem
bers of the nobility and by million
aires. has brought forth the waves OF