The Washington herald., 1916-04-03

der and l. before he was even able to
walk. That was only four weeks ago
brought him here to recover in me nne
Moorland air. The Dream Cottage was
like heaven for both of US"
There was a pause. The little seam
stress gazed at the ruins.
shattered hopes and shattered
me Of the Dream Cottage and the Dream
Lover. / was out when the Zeppelins
came, II only could have died with
him."
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The heroism and endurance Of the Brit
ish women out In suffering Serbia have
been remarkable. Women doctors and
nurses alike have labored night and day
for the wounded. young Scottish girl.
member OF the Third Serbian Relief Unit,
has just related her thrilling experiences
to me. Along with a party of thirty doc
tors and nurses. she took part In the wild
flight of the Serbian army through the
wilds OF Albania and the winter bound
Montenegrin mountains.
The sufferings of the Serbians are ter
rible," she said. Il had been working
overwhelmed with wounded! They came
in thousands, and as our accommodations
and stan were extremely limited II was
case of working night and day.
When the woundtd arrived, there were
no motor ambulances nor cars to convey
them to the hospital, and only for the
severely wounded could any kind Of con-
Veyance be procured. This others. poor
souls, had to hobbIe along on foot as best
they could. Supported by their COM
rades. they staggered into the hospital
in streams, and the townspeople, worn
out with typhus and privation. had
grown so accustomed to terrible sights
that such speCacles aroused no Interest,"
More dreadful times were yet in store
for the Serbians. Fleeing before the ad-
Hancing Austrian army, hundreds of
women and children fell in utter exhaus-
ton by the wayside and lay in the mud
and snow till death mercifully claimed
them.
Our party, which followed the retreat
ing Serbian army and civilians. had a
pretty rough time" said DIR. MacLaren.
For eight weeks we trudged along, gem
orally soaked to the skin and up to the
knees in mud, sleeping out In the open
always. Our feet were so sore that some
times we had to remove our boots, car
rying them in our hands. To procure
food on the road was practically an i'm
possibility. The Serbian soldiers are ex-
perts in the arts of field cookery and pre-
pared dishes from tho carCases of oxen.
For the most part, we lived on black
bread-and dreadful stun II is. But we
were so hungry that we would have
eaten anything. Once or twice, for a
period of over twenty-four hours, we
were entirely without food.
In order to escape the approaching
Buigarlans, we had to turn north and
make for lpek. At that point, the most
desperate part of the trek had to be
faced, the weary tramp over the snow
clad Montenegro mountains.
Imagine days of walking footsore and
weary, on narrow. preCipitous tracks on
which there was barely room for a pack
horse and two people walking abreast,
We had to grope our way in snowstorms,
too. where a single false step would have
meant DEATH
The scenery was magnificent, though
we were hardlNln a frame of mind fully
to appreciate it. Great ravines lay be-
low us, and snowClad mountains lowered
70 the very heavens. Such Wonderful
sunsets, Such cold, splendid dawns! We
slept out in the open, OF course. wherever
a suitable spot was found, and | shall
never forget the songs sung round the
Gampfres in those wild hills. When the
days tramp was over. and we sat ex-
hausted round the Campfres on a freez-
ing night, with eerie calling and crying
of mountain birds and beasts around US,
and the rush OF the wind in the preci-
Pices giving vague alarm. Home,
Sweet Home was our favorite-and few
Of US thought We ever would see home
again!
lone night as we lay on the summit of
a snow-Clad mountain. trying to forget
our sorrows, a pretty Irish nurse sang
that dear old ballad, Sweet Vale of Av-
oca. l shall never forget the echo of
her sweet voice down the wild hillsides.
nor the comfort and courage her song
seemed to bring to US.
Toward the end OF the long journey,
the feminine portion of our party OBJ
tained shelter in a little Albanian house
for one night. True. twenty-eight of US
were crowded into a tiny room about
fifteen feet square, and II was impossi-
BILE to turn or move all night-but at
least we were warml''
On the top of a London motor bus
the other day, l witnessed an amusing
incident Two bearded Russian gem
tlemen were talking in their native
w ~ lad he
vehicle. She seated herself near them,
and as the strange sounds fell upon
her ear, she grew quite, apopletic with
indignation. Finally she could contain
cried in loud tones: For shame! How
can you Germans sit talking there?'
Cautiously bowling, one Of the Rus
sans Ss sn dored MS bat Madame said
not a musical one and fails to recognize
tones of the voice-for Russian is a
sweet and liquid tongue. while German
Is cultural and not half so charming"
Farther on. l had glimpse of the
Duchess of Marlborough in her car. The
chauffeur was a lady, and she drove
with great skill. darting in and out of
the traffic in surprising way. The pop
ularitv of the woman chauffeur is great
Just now. Salaries. of course. are not
high. the maximum being about SO a
week, generally with board, and. to be-
gin with. the fair 'chauffeuse' may only
get So But the work is interesting. and
there's a great rush to the British School
of Motoring by pupils eager to learn. A
fee of $50 entities you to stay on at the
school until you are quite proficient as
driver of several kinds Of cars and
know all the rules of the road and can
undertake all the minor repairs yourself
Commercial houses and stores all clam
or for the woman motordriver. since
their men are off to the war. A uniform
is provided for the valiant maiden, and
she frequently must start her work at
five in the morning! Delivery work for
big firms brings an initial salary of IS per
week. but II the work is well done a raise
Is soon given.
The daughter of a British general, Miss
Eva Money. runs the motor delivery van
for big London store, doing the full
work of a man and attending to all re-
pairs herself She receives 81 per week
and declares that she enjoys the work
Immensely.
The lady van driver is another war
time parsonage who has lately sprung in
to being. Girls who have been brought
up on farms and who therefore are sup
posed to know all about horses are pre-
ferred for this business. Driving a team
of horses through heavy traffic is no easy
matter. and the usual rate of payment is
something under Sc a week But it's a sur
.prisingly popular vocation for the women.
The other day read an amusing little
set of verse in an English magazine deal
ing with woman's vanwork-written by