The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1915-10-05

has been procured, of the hindrance
of the authorities; that here are ten
such stations of only the interna-
tional relief; also that in one OF the
first scrambles for corn there were
several births in the line.
This is tough; you wander away
down towards the center of the town.
Where is Mexico City? There is moth
ing here but the shell. Hardly a
store is omen and the few that a"e
are Iifeless and deserted.
The "BIood Line.'
You decide to go out to the 'ras-
to- slaughter house) and see the
blood line" Usually fertilizer is
made of the blood of the slaughtered
animals, but on account of the food
scarcity it is now being given to the
poor; they cook it about four min
utes and mix it with little ground
corn or flour, if they have any, and
eat it in place of the meat they can
not get.
When they first started the line
there were some 200 came for the
blood; today there are 1000 or more.
Roberts had put the women with ba-
bies in their arms up near the head
of the line, so they can get their por-
ton and get away out OF the sun.
One woman has very sick baby IN
her arms; he moves her up, too.
When he leaves the line those behind
break ranks and try to get up front;
there is fighting and bowling and al
p;fif11I ciobf
Soon an employe brings in an old
woman with the end of her finger
torn off; it happened in the scramble
for places. And you learn that often
women and children are mashed;
that some are Frustrated; and the
ache in your heart begins to protest
against the men responsible for the
suffering in this garden spot of the
world. What good have they done
their nation that ever wipe out the
memory of such suffering as this?
Why should these poor people suffer
so? You cry out with the smarting
hurting pity of the futility of it all.
But there is no answer.
The Terrible Change.
1t is noon. Memories of Mexico's
principal street at this hour guide
you towards it. You half expect to
see the beautiful automobiles, the ell
egant carriages with their graceful,
glossy horses. 1t is deserted. Then
you remember that Carranza took
all the machines and Zapata and Viii
la got the remains and the horses.
Where are the people, the wealthy,
cultured people of Mexico? And
then you remember that every prison
in Mexico is full; you remember the
committee of public safety" model
ed after the one of the French revO-
luton of the same name, and that it
has executed from 80 to $50 'ene-
mics of the revolution" every day;
you remember the exiles in foreign
lands and you choke back sob;
you can't help it. The greatest crime
of most of the absent ones was their
wealth.
The Savage Cruelty of Man.
The sky is cloudy now; the veil of
depression seems to enshrOud the
city; a mourning veil, covering all
the misery, all the sorrow, all the
heartache. 1t is much more apprO-
pirate than the sunshine, and when
the heavens above indulge in very
torrent of tears you join in. You
can't help it. Even the blue sky
which in the morning tried so hard
to be bright is overcast. Even the
sun acknowledges his defeat, and the
heavens weep over the crime and sOr-
row below them, over the ruin ac-
complished in the beautiful city by
wicked ambitions and passions! A
city done to death through the saw
age cruelty of man.
And again comes the thought in
spite of you. What is the rain going
to do to the poor suffering humanity
in this city? They are all human be-
ings just like you. Suppose it was
little sister who cried with hunger
tonight; suppose it was beloved lit
tie William wanting ''just anything, -
And your heartache grows into a
passionate protest of pain, and then
indignation and then anger at the
lack of necessity of il all.
Something could be done some
where to stop it! AS if in answer to
your very thought the rain stops;
there is a rift in the clouds and you
see the blue sky. Some one below is
calling. You lean out the window to
hear the news: 1.-THE Constitution
alists have arrived and there is word
from Vera Cruz the United States has
decided at last that some definite
action must be taken"
You rejoice; then further details
come: "They have given the revo-
lutionists so days." and you close
down the window; you do not care
to hear any more, your hope has
| faded.
The little sunshine dies out of the
day, the sky is leaden and heavy, and
out of your intense misery comes the
cry: Father in heaven, have mer-