Evening journal., 1914-10-23
BY ALICE ROHE.
United Press STAFF Correspondent.

VIENNA, Ocl. q, lby Courier 10
Rome thence by mail to New York. -
Vienna is a city of lost hope, Of gloom,
of gray despair. The once gayest
and most beautiful capital of Europe
Is today the saddest the most dis
tressed Silent. hopeless protests
against the horrors of war which
have turned this wonderful, joyous
city into a melancholy sepulchre for
the living, permeates every stratum
of society.
/ have seen a procession of 1000
mothers whose husbands have died
In Galicia, carrying I'm their arms
their fatherless babes. They filed
past the great cold palace of the Min
istry of War. It was their mute ap-
peal for peace.
have seen a procession Of little
children, plaintive and futile ennis
saries of life, silently protesting
against needless death
have seen 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 I'm 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
Z ha Fac A
truth of Austrian disasters.
And above these visual pictures of
the melancholy Vienna of today,
have sensed the touch Of those grey
wings of dread which cast their
shadow over the town-the sOiled,
the sordid, the horrible wings of
1 cholera.
/ have felt with the people, stalk
I ing beside this hideous enemy-the
Plague-its sister spectre Hunger.
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 need
lessly and hopelessly, is one which
confronts the workers in the cause
of humanity.
In all Europe, there does not exist
today another capital where the pub
/ lie is treated so inconsiderately in
regard to war news. The newspap-
! ers publish nothing save the official
statements-and their news" can be
guessed at Arrests are made hourly
! of Vlennese, who whisper word Oi
Austrian defeat. Spies are every
where. In a cafe on the Prater-
strasse, / sat in a nervous crowd anC
saw whispering refugees from Cali
cia passing their story on, furtively
and fearfully. Suddenly I saw z
young man whose pale face told Of
recent suffering deserted by his com
panion who went to the door. whis
pered to an officer and departed. II
a moment the fugitive was arrested
He had talked to a spy.
At the station where the incominl
trains bring new misery for ga.
Vienna that was, ! talked with
young mother whose husband la
dead on the battlefield She had fie
to the capital to plead with the gov
eminent which had taken her hus
band and robbing her children of
father, for means Of support ant
some of the necessaries Of life. Sh
told in patient, resigned tones of he
sufferings in bringing her three chill
dren from Galicia, where her hom
was to be her haven no longer, ant
where blood ran deep in the gardeI
beds which she had tended so faith
fully waiting the return of her hus
band.
when we arrived at the frontier
the scenes were awful. We were herd
ed like animals and were treatel
worse than we treat our dogs. wa
days in securing a place in the train
because / had no money. There wa
police officer on the train, and h
demanded our passports, such none
as we had, and when We could shoy
neither, he refused for days to lie
US go on"
The natural impulse of these fugi
tives here is TO speak of the evil day
which have befallen them, of thei
losses and the carnage-and the
they cannot understand why they ar
arrested for it.
The sigh of automobiles carryin
! wounded soldiers past the brilliar
Hof Theatre, past the opera, past tn
Gothic splendour of St stephen
4 where formerly gay cars sped OF
\ bent on pleasure, is one that move
the Viennese to despair.
A talked to one of those wOunde
soldiers as the car I'm which he wa
being carried stopped in front of T.
S Burge Theatre. for repairs. He tol
me in whispers while the guarC
were busy with the car. of the frigh
full ravages made by the Russians an
the Servians upon the Austrians.
They have buried our dead
heaps" he said, tears coursing dow
his face "They were killed III
sheep driven to a slaughter yard. tt
4 Russian artillery has done unbelie'
able things. The Russians was
y their ammunition as though it wei
q free as air. Their infantry is NJ
9 good, but how terrible is the artillel
4 how terrible
a The spirit OF patriotism in q
II Viennese runs to its highest ebb wh'
I these wounded men are being col
veyed through the streets. Befo
the palace of the minister OF war, b
side the monument of Maria There's
b and of Prince Schwarzenberg, q
D cannons and arms captured from q
Russians are on view They are i
!. significant arms. but the people
4 not tire of caressing them. The me
m GRO clone Of Austrian Succpggoc a