The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-11

months. They have rooted the ton
over with sacising and a strip OF
canvas and there they tuck them
selves away and the soldiers feed
them. OF course the military au-
thorlties say the refugees are gone
now because they don It see them wifi
their little bundles crying by the
road sides, but poor things. they have
crowded into every available corne
and cling to the idea that they may
be able to creep back to their homes
when the bombarding ceases. BY that
that time there won't be much left
of their poor little homes fear.
It seemed so homogeneous the
other Sunday to hear the church
bells Ginning all day and the can
non keeDing dreadful accompani-
ment. In the evening soldier
brought US some German souvenirs
taken from one of those killed the
day before with Nit Colt fur 5Koenir
5und Faderland' on the helmet and
Colt Nit Uns' on the belt.
60 relieve the pressure on my
marge It have had to establish
another depot at Dumoch, near La
3Panne and have taken in the wife
of a commandant there, Nine LIE
Favre, to help. as we'll IS the wife.
for the people to present and obtain
their supplies. also give tickets on
the local bakeries as well as at La
Parma and Bulscamp and have still
another little. depot at the burgomas-5
.ter's. 1t is astounding to see the
amount of relief the old Julia is able.
to provide and I am SO thankful. It
Is all organized now quite perfectly.
so that there is no waste and every
Bit of food and clothing goes wherat
1T is intended. i see to that myself.
Committees wait on me for miles
and miles around representing their
own suffering little commune, and up
to now I have been able to keep them
all in some measure IL not alto.
gether.
One could not dream that there
was SO much misery in the whole
world. Babies apparently arrive ev-
cry minute and from the wonderful
lot Of complete layettes. Kind peo-
pie from Australia and South Afrt-
ca. even. have sent me great quanti-
ties Of things. One wonders where
the family disappears when these
poor women have their babies for
there are never less than eight or
ten persons in one tiny room. We got
one into a hospital at ST. Idesbald
yesterday, and it was the nearest civ
ilian hospital we could dcloseS to
the firing line at. that
I'VE put little typhoid girl OF
twelve. there. one whom we found
living in a dark hole In the caves or
a wretched hut. / had to climb up
a rickety ladder to discover her, guild
ed by the faint moaning. The rain
was trickling through on the filthy
straw where she&was lying and ones
eyes could not penetrate the darkness
to see what she was like, so had
my first glimpse Of her face on Wis.
iting the hospital today and found
her such a fair-ha1red pink and white
pretty little thing. so happy to be IN
bed. The doctor says she will get
we'll. am looking after her, Of
course. but one wonders sadly what
can be the future of these fragments
OF families and the thousands and
thousands Of shattered homes. 1T
is all SO pitiful-so ira gics SO m on
strously wicked:
.''At this III oment I see the barg.
is shaking with the fury OF a bomb
not far away. and tomor-
row we shall see IN the papers II. sit
uation unchange d--eneny repulsed.
and ! shall watch the loads Of maim-
ed and broken men go by as usual
and wonder what 1t is all for? Two
days ago "a charming young Belgian
officer named Roland. came to see
me. and the next day the back OF
his head was shot away. He is hov-
erinE between life and death in the
hospital here now. The French au
thorities have ordered six hundred
thousand more hospital beds. Think
OF what they must be expecting with
this Impending advance inakesI
oen shudder with horror and revolt
that such things can be- ~