Bisbee daily review., 1918-07-14

though this James insisted it couldn't be his mother.
 In a few minutes, the substitute James" opened the door of the host ess house and stood completely dazed before the woman Why. it is my mother" he stammered q had no idea she was in this part of the cOun- try"
 She sat in the office of the hostess house. a little wrinkled woman with a shabby black plush motor bonnet tied under her chin. Tears were in her eyes and her hands in their worn cot ton gloves twitched nervously.
 She had travelled to Camp Funston from little town in Dakota to see her son, private, and found him Ouaran- tined for spinal meningitis.
 It was toe cold and snowy for her to walk the three miles tC his barracks even if she could have procured the necessary pass.
 An artillery officer came in just then with his mother, fashionably dressed woman, leaning happily on his arm l The mother noticed the little old lady sitting sadly by the fire. In a few minutes she learned her story. and it developed that her son was an officer in the same regiment with the other | toy.
 A conversation at the telephone and the young officer had procured per mission for the soldier to visit his mother at the hostess house.
 A signal corps man came to the host ess director the other day.
 Lady" he said, 'T wrote my wife to come here frcm Chicago. Now I've get orders to sail for France right away. l telegraphed her but she had already started. I'll be gone when she gets here. l told her in my letter to come straight to the hostess house will you tell her when she cOmes?"
 The director promised him that his wife would be taken care of. but add ed, q hope l won't be the one to tell lher."
 The soldier shrugged his shoulders and said quietly, You needn't mind This is war. She's as brave as I am or braver."
 She was a Syrian. who could speak no English Her eight year old son accompanied her. acting as interpreter
 They came to the director at the Y. w. C. 4. hostess house at CamI Devens, Aver, Mass. and she at once started to try to locate the soldier-soI The mother could give cnly his name
 After nun berless telephone cIlls the director found his company and regiment, only to learn that he could not be excused from duty long enougf to meet his mother ct the hostess house.
 His mother insisted on starting ou to see him. Knowing that 1t would b' impossible for the woman to find hei way in the camp with its lines ant lines of barracks all looking exactly alike, the hostess director found a sol dier to act as the mothers guide ana carry her suitcase that was filled witt good things for her boy. . A mother came from Philadelphi; last week to see her son before he wa! sent overseas. she spent several dayi
 at the camp, always visiting with hin , at the hostess house when he was free She said goodbye to him in a de serted corner of the hostess house. AS Sue was ledNlnb, Sne WelL lO i-i' hostess house director and with tear
 streaming down her cheeks. told he ; that the hostess house had made nor b bearable the hardest experience of he , life.
 } They have had real weddings at t5 ! hostess house.
 The camp chaplain. the brides moth
 CT and sister came in with the coupl . and reported that all details had beel arranged for the suddenly plannet } wedding except the place.
 All the hostess house workers turne } to and began at once on wedding preI ' aratiOns.
 A visitor had happened to brin l some flowers with her A bridal bou - quet was made and the rest of tn