Evening star., 1914-11-11
Manned Men Silent and Patient,

iiC iIail uTaNS UP Sentiy. SOlGlerS
appear at the doors. >i,en, and patient
~ waiting. some With forcheads
swathed in rcddening banda ges, others
with their arms in slings, again others
leaning on crutches. One could not
judge ot the number. more wounded
were lying on the seats. one saw only
black and white and yellow faces peer
ing anNiously forth, and one under
stood that these. soldiers had no words
to express their suTe-ings, they only
wait for help
"A young doctor just commencing his
life of se1f-Sacrjfics. his eyes heavy
with fever, his shoulders dropping with
fatigue, seeks the military doctor in
charge at the station and hands him II
list giving him some information, brief
and military. on the wounded hundreds
behind him. Some arc so injured they
must have instant help. Here are men
who may travel farther, seeking from
station to station the promised assist
ancc.
"The more desperately wounded are
removed on Stretchers: the nuns bring
cooling water to wash their fevered
hands and faces; the nurses bring them
food and hot coffee: kind hands replace
their slings awry: boys and girls brin &
them newspapers, cigarettes and cam
dies. All wish to express their admira
tion and devotion to these humble de-
tenders of France.
Rows of Stretchers.
"All along the vast platforms are
rows of 'stretchers, each laden with its
suffering humanity. One counts the
men by the upturned boot soles. Alas.
those wounded in the legs hang
brokenly down. Here a wretched man
with broken shoulder wanders toward
the operating room. installed in every
railway station. There a feeble com
rade leans on the shoulders of a nurse
as he struggles toward the doctors
awaiting him.
The more seriously wounded must
remain on the spot, and the medical di
rector inspects him, as taking his num-
ber he encourages him with q few
words Now my brave one. you will
not travel further. look at your
wound, my friend and then to COM
Portable hospital The wounded soldier
touches his cap, lifts his covering and
and brown. but has the strength to
say to the bearers. Carefully, gently.
my friends. ] suffer much and he looks
with misgiving on the ambulance, for
they are moving him again, poor fell
low. who has suffered so much.
They lift him tenderly and he dis
appears beneath the Red Cross ambu-
lance, there to find nurse, who whis-
pers. My little soldier, another moment
of patience and thee will find thyself
amidst cool sheets, far from noise and
confusion; thou Shart rest in peace,
and thou shalt be WELL
German Prisoners Cared For.
I'm the midst of this 'empressement'
this JOY OF helping. the German pris-
oners. wounded and far from home, are
not forgotten. At the door of one of
the wagons a little brown chap is lean
ing silent, but with shining eyes. The
odors of good, refreshing coffee and hot
bread are waited to him, but he does
not make a sign. but how hungry he is,
and those good 'camarades behind him.
VINO Tor so many days faced death and
famine in the trenches. How they
hunger. He glances behind him. Here
man lies on his back. his eyes closed
Another is gasping with his hands
clenched. Others are crouching in OBJ
scurity. How hungry they are. How
the thirst burns! But one must not
ask mercy Of ones conquerors
suddenly a young doctor, with a
nun at his side, appears at the window
Cofee. bread and meat are offered. It
Is the little brown wounded one kneeI-
Ing at the window who brings to his
fellows the hospitality of France
fhe officers are crowded together
neads swathed In blood-stained ban
dages. legs and arms encircled in SPOT
Ted bands: but their voices are lowered
as tney thank the kindly nuns. and
they squeeze themselves together. to
euow freer space to the more injured