Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1918-08-08
IN The
/, MORNING MAIL
How Mrs. Lane Finally Realized
That Thousands of Other
Mothers Sons Are at War
Scared Battle Front.
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OF the VinlIantea

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Mathematics teach us that I from
leaves nothing. and there Is also the
well known biological theorem that
yeu cannot get blood from q turnip
Il Is also assumed, Sir Isaac Newton
having demonstrated the law, that
what goes up ls bound to come down,
but this Is only abstract. Mrs. Lane
probably would have denied 1t.
The fiat rent, previously $1,000 .
year, now was 81, 400, and 1t showed no
signs whatever Of coming down. The
same condition applied also to her
childreR'B shoes. The shoes now cost
81, whereas they formerly had cost -
But this was merely detail. A sinai
Lar phenomenon occurred rs to beef
steaks. potatoes. butter, hsh and the
81 other varieties Of domestic essen
tials. ali had gone up; none had
come down. About the only thing sta
BILE in Mrs. Lanes cosmos was Mr..
Lanes yearly income. This was $1,000
q year. Already Mrs. Lane had given
up one maid. The war literally was at
her door. True, Mrs. Lane had no son,
no brOther-nO kin Of any klnd-in the
war, but the war still was at her doOrs
Hard to Make Ends Meet.
Give money for the war; What de
you think she was doing, anyway
She was giving every cent she had.
trying to make both ends meet In her
household. It hurt, though. MIRA
Lane was a kindly, warm hearted wo-
man, and she would have liked to give.
The war was dreadful 1t was 50
dreadful she'd stopped reading about it.
But one must read letters One
must do that when a friend takes the
trouble to write them.
The letter came In the morning mall
Mrs. Lane read It, then she read It
again. Afterward she sat there alb
eorbed, silent. rigid. The color had crept
out Of her face, and her breath came
swiftly from between her parted lips.
II kove I4st come back from The
c0RteeM" Is read. -GWcb an after
moonf "A tyatnloGd OF seriously
SOOWWGed to DC fed at once. sChick
u trying, as one has TO climb into
sH tho carriages, one after the 9th
er. We begin sOitk the men SoAO
ere S06W enough TO sst Ep and kGR-
de their cups, and those s0ko are
TOO M eVen to ut their heads, Of
course, sOe haze to Ntt and feed
OWrsetVcs Feeding the ones sOtth
bad face t00wSsds are the hardest.
4 can stand ordinary tCOWMds Of
blood. best cohen man ought to
kaVe nose and RsOWth and al he
has tS--WOhE-St tcses all Vo@r
cONvaae to oct through q feeding.
4 atGMaGed to get half pint Of
milk md beaten egg and some
broadly doom the throat of q coy Of
ts0emtg sOhO had no nsO~th left, aud
I had to clean % bettoeen every
ReowthfIt He lad had no food for
fifteen hours and SCGs so thirsty
that he tOGs nearly iRsGne. held
his head against me, and OGgOed
all tbs time. bwt Just Kept thtste.
tM0, Suppose Il ,Oas ny boy i0bO
Reeded a drink and theg6 SoGS no
ore TO OtOe % TO him. So scent
through sOith II, and he finally toent
60 sIeep. Oh, MGrthG, MGrthG Lane,
zoe need everything you and
the rest can seadI"
IL Lawrence Had Gone to War.
One O'Clock struck. Mrs. Lane stin
cat with the letter clutched in her
hand. whats for dinner?" asked Han.
nah, the maid. HRS. Lane hardly heard
her. she was still sitting there when
Olivia fiOundered in. Olivia was four
teen, the conscious age. Mother" she
said fretfulIy, Il can't 60 to dancing
school again in brown gloves when all
fhe other girls have white ones" The
plant reminded Mrs. Lane that Law
renee at boarding school had written
that morning about his socks. he had
only two pairs OF silk ones left. "And,
mother" said Olivia, continuing But
what Olivia said Mrs. Lane didn't hear.
she had dropped her head on the table
and unacc0untably was weeping -Just
suppose u was my boy-minef' she
was sobbing
sWhy, motheri I" calculated olivia
She hurried toward her mother.
sWhat Ia It, mother7 You're acting Just
as though Lawrence had gone to warl"
Mrs. Lane looked up. the tears
Btrealing down her face.
THAT'S just what Is the matter with
mel should be acting as II Lawrence
were there. And so should you'll II
willie were like these, the boys there"
she pointed 10 the letter that had slip
ped frenn her Tap to the floor-"if he
were. like them, In need, dying, want
ing eggs, milk, brandy, to keep him
alive, would you be buying white
xlovesf And would we think what other
people wear or how they live or wheth-
er we bad only one servant now? II my
boy was ever there, IL my son we're"
But other women,s sons are over
there. HRS. Lane had at last realized
ahis. The tears were rolling down her
cheeks