Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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If the world of toiling people is mifr a little more comfortable, a Ihtfc happier, a little stronger for the struggle of life through its effort, the Red Cross is content' And while it is not affiliated exclusively with any religious body, it is essentially a Lay Brotherhood and Sisterhood of all denominations, putting in practice the teachings of all religions,—unselfish service and good deeds. The works of mercy which it is banded together to accom plish are the result and evidence of its noble sincerity and inspiring faith. In the great emergency of the present war the Red Cross is doubly enlisted. In all it does to help us to win, it is help ing to save and maintain those ideals of faithfulness and honor, kindness and loyalty on which its own existence rests. And every man, woman and ehild who realizes this— realizes ,tke peril we are in—and who can help the Great Cause in no other way, can at least support the generous efforts of the Red Cross. It is the best equipped agency in world to bring succor in the day when only organized and Wl directed help can avail. V * * 4 M aker of A x Knitting Women By x KATHLEEN NORRIS. (“Of one Billion pweaw-ra furulnlicHl li.v the Rod Oo** to American soldiers, half were made by the bends of the kuiltiug women of America.”—January Report.) We are the knitting women; weaving swift Our webs of olive drab and navy gray; We are the women, keeping thought away By this new work of love, this eager gift Through which our men, facing the bitter fight Under the stars of far and foreign lands. Shall know that still a million women's hands Uphold them la the darkness and the night. We are the knitting women, knitting fast A web of love; our million hearts are sent Aa one, with ev’ry marching regiment. Love's own democracy is come at last v High over stricken France the black smoke towers; Beneath it, in the hurry and the noise Are eastern, western, northern, southern, boys. No longer yours or mine,—forever ours! We are the knitting women; weaving strong A web of prayer; our eyes with tears are dim. But, wife or mother, we ahall search for him Across the seas, morning and even-song. Lord God,—we pray—look down on what we dot Bless this our work, help,us to play our part The God of Battles—father, still Thou art The God of waiting—waiting women, too! Red Cross Workers Solve uq One Minute the Mystery of the Stony Hearted Mrs. Britt. \ . By MAXIMILIAN FOSTER Of the Vigilantes. His picture was In the locket *he|Farlow back on her chair; with the wore. Kvery half hour she would atopi other nhc thrust at her the h»»f fin- ,her work to look at IL Some times, her) Ishetl baudaKe. Her tone aa grim aa face wistful, she would show it to the other work era, voicing the anguiah that • /> x 25 TONS OF ETHER— THAT’S ONE ITEM 0*1 jr the quickest set ion Imaginable, Which Included the shipment ef tre- ■MSdouft qiutntttlee of hoepital »up- pliea from Red Ctom atom in France, as well as large purchases in Italy, l*tW the euicrKeacy work of the Aaqflran Red Crees poestble daring th* recent dlstme in Italy brought shoot by the rout of the Italian army. He each mission for human help has over soao the Ilk* of this heroic work If the American Red Croos In Italy. for the wtnter a needs It was (pond that TOO tons of hoopltal supplies were rogotrsi. and these were ordered la America for immediate delivery to Italy. Souse of the things ordered were on- gl&l Instruments, mb- amei ware, gatma, ah ead drag* Just what ooo*o Is dtfhruit tor It has JumiKtl fr.«a JC..VI a fiounri la France to |&0 a pound, quinine Hi very badly needed iu Italy, and this Red Cross shipment lias been nothing short of a Im»oo. Other items which give a better Idea la terms of the things which mean most to the wounded are 13 tons of chloroform ami 25 tons of ether. These Items are beyond the {tower of the layman to visualise, but be can eouse nearer to picturing 2,000 hales of absorbent cotton, the quantity asked for. - — Orders for all these goods for Italy were placed last whiter In America, and the American Red Cross has seen to It that shipments of each item are la process of delivery right along to re lieve the terrible misfortune of the In Italy. Over 1,000 Repatriated French Arrive at Evian DaHy. The n amber of “reps tries” riving at Brian dally varies from 1.000 to 1JOO Two trains a day coast tats this ttttle town landed with these unfertunateo. most of them chll dm Slider fourteen years of ago. Tht task that the American Red Qroos ha* aadertnM* Is the cart si these Uttk .T.Aids ■ ttiliify Thffi A diamond Is not the hardest thing in the world. A diamond will cut gluaH and bore through caw hardened, tempered chrome steel, hut glass and steel—the diamond itself too—are soft compared to some things. The hardest thing in the world is a hard woman. Mrs. Britt was such a woman. 1 have seen hard women In my time, hut never one (vho was harder. She smiled seldom, and when she smiled It was like the glitter of Ice. She spoke infrequently, and when she spoke her s|»eech was the tinkle of hall on slate roofing. She did not look as If she had ever wept In her life,' - Kvery morning Mrs. Britt ap|M>an>d at the ft**d Cross auxiliary in upper Broadway. She was the Best to arrive in the morning, the last to leave at night. No one knew much about her. though. She was net the sort that make eonfhlencea. But that'she was a worker—a hard worker—no one would dispute. Klficlenry, as you'd suppose, was a trait of Mrs. Britt’s. Ara Efficient Women Hard? Efficitncy—dreadful word that! How often hard women are efiicient! How often efficient woman are hardl She was both. Mrs. Britt. The moment she rame in u-t the door she had her hat and jacket olT. The next instant she was at her place, her mouth set, grim, austere and hard—hard at work. I'rr.b- uhly she did her work only from a sense of duty. Hard women always profess that trait. Ihity, duty! But. then, few women are uw hard as Mrs,d)rit(. In contrast to her was Mrs. Farlow. She was soft and womanly and gentle —the exact opposite. .She was not very efficient, of course, though she tried. Day after day Mr*. Farlow sat *t the work table, her mouth quiver ing. smiling wletfully, the tears starting in her eyes. The bandages that vame from her were often soiled and rum pled, poorly sewn, too, by her poor Ut ile trembling fingers. It was a won der she could even see to sew a; pit Again and again what she rvnied in had to be thrown sway. Rut no one reprlmmwled her. No-ons even let fall a hint that she was mors of fi-hurden than a help The hearts of all those women ached with woman ly pity for the poor, stricken mother. Once In awhile, though.' In her comer at th* back of the room Mrs. Britt would turn around and throw a glance at her. The gtanc* was as hard as rocks harder, la fact MrO*Farlow had a son In the Rain bow.dlvtelo*. The eon was the oldest of her four children, and until ha .went owfr th* little mother had been the happiest woman ta the World. Now any ddf ha might ho ordcrad off to Franco. X with every waking breath she drew twanged hollowly in her mother’s heart. One afternoon Mrs. Farlow'a oldest daughter came hurrying in. Her face was white. She had Just learned that the Rainbow divieioo had been ordered overseas. Mrs. Fariow rose, her face tragic. One glance she gave about her, then she collapsed, sinking to the-floor. In her fall she overturned a huge pile of antiseptic cause Just torn Into square* for Triangular* No. 13. The room Instantly waa in confu sion. Instantly every one sprang to the mother’s aid—that is. every one i Mm. Furlo.v hut Mrs. Britt. She rose qmd resemd i Mr*. Britt smiled another adamant, the hnndages nnder foot. Then, her fnce hard us Halls, grimly Mrs. Britt went hack to her work. When .Mr*. Farlow, still stricken, was Ifd sway to her car outside th* dmh flgi.re In the corner was plugging nway median dci at the weeping ’woman was almost contemptuous. A hart! Woman, Mrs. Britt; a henrt- less ni!<\ too. It was agreed auxiliary of Mrs. Farlow. It wan un .Ain* DTUU 1 del-stood that in her grief and appr* no banduges-nothing Th*,-* henslon she was III in hod Then one! why he died. Th^f* why I’m here afternoon, pallid and quivering, she • aine In at the door. She smiled fully when ihe others gathered nhtMt her. “Let me work," she &piH<:d.><| plaintively. “Work may help me tie* to think." Her Bandage* Worthieea. She took a bandage and tried to sew. She made poor work of it. how ever. Then her head sank on her breast and the bandagf slipped from her hand*. "I can’t—d>h, J can’t 1" she wept. . Once more she waa led away. The same thing happened three or four days later. A week later the mother wandered In again. By now the first of the troops were In the trenches, and her pale, transparent ■*<*. none ef which bad to be thrown a 11 a »- * • - 49*. _ a ea%« • a« . * . . face was like a wraith'* She took a bandage; she tried to sew, and for a third time Mr* Farlow gave In. \ “Oh. my boy. my boy r she walled. * The next Instant a face waa throat Into her* The face was Mr* Britt'* and the hard, bony visage waa quiver ing with III concealed anger and con tempt / x “ffli oownl Stop Itr said 'Mrs. Britt With mm hood throot Mr* x' away. Timidly ah* held out a hand to the drab, dingy figure in the roian 1—Tv* done better today," ah* aoM timidly. Mr* Britt looked op at her. Out of the corner of one glassy eye anmi thing welled, then fell, running slowly Aowa h T He waa only twenty. Bo waa *11 hod," Bold lb* Britt ✓ ra-rCV* * —— ‘j% \ y [' ^ x ;v ' FORD CAR BRINGS A SHOWER BATH EVERY AFIERNOON *■ Bahia Grew Whiter a Doctor and line Sene Daiy Baths Fna Boar la Bair. •Good morning We have come to give the children their bath,” this, of course, said In good French. Then from off the motor car slides a porta ble shower bath, carried Into the bouse by doctor and nurse. For the next half hoar' that little cottage boosts of a bathroom In active service, for when th* water la heated the blessing of a wart* clean shower pumped by the doctor falls on the bead of Toting-France, while the nurse scrubs religiously and the darkening water bears witness of a whiter, clean er child. And as you might wtdl imagine, the kiddies like it. except tin? last r< id dash that the doctor slyly englne< n* by quickly transferring the sopp v pipe into a bucket of cold water—Ur hygienic effect. And what a blessing it is to these meek, tortured people, who for moriUis have been without ull of life's com forts and roost of life's necessities, to be ministered to in this fashion It is perhaps understandable to them that “ies Arnei-lcnlns" ont of sheer pity might offer them t^nt mea ger-thing that civilization calls "chtir. ity.“ But to he clothed, fed, sheltered and cheered us they have been by our Red Cross is more than they can un derstand. For they have s^n a groat miracle prow out of the darkest pit of human ex|>erien<-e. They have seen a bright light out of which has step|*ed the ministering angel who has taught them to smile again. They are no longer sick. They are no longer *-old nor hun gry, and now, wonder of wonders, this same pno«l. friend has contrivial in some niagNjN^ny—within the nutmd of the guti*—To give them—baths. her face, she spoke, and again the sound of it waa like hail pottering on slate. "Voti're not thinking of your son,’’ she said. “You’re Just thinking of yourself!’’ There wua a murmur of remon strance. Mm. Britt heard It. and abe flashed a look about her. But when she spoke again It wAr to Mr* Farlow •tie spoke. Think of Year Bon. “Tou're not the only mother In this war." she said. “If yon thought a lit tie tooro about them and a little le^ about 3'oursnif you’d be doing some thing You'd be helping yoor son, for one thing!” Why. what do too mean?" gasped icy smile. _ / “Your son wouldn’t die for want of care. Any one of those bandages I've seen you min might save his life. Any one of them might sove the life of some other mother’s son!“ Mr * Farlow shrank as If she had hilly methodically as ever. The been struck. She'd never thought of It one glance she throw over lier shoul-, that way before. BED, BATH AND BOARD IN JUNCTION CANTEEN Brings Heaves a Little Nearer to an American Sanune. / A mother who is a Red Cross work er to her home town gave to her chap ter the following letter she hod re ceived from her suo in France: “If you could have seen me yester day, when 1 left trenches which the rales have turned Into open sewer* even you would never have known m« 4 waa mod from head to foot, so‘cov ered witk crawling things that the poorest tramp In the world would have run from me, and I fairly ached iei The sitence. the grim reserve, which had cloaked Mr* Britt seemed for a moment to quit her. “I hive no Won." .she said, la i- flinty voice biting out the For flays nothing wua seen at the ' J lia<? ou ^ be died at . .. . ; Giiantnmijno. was In the Spanish wnr." sympped Mrs Britt, “and there now. It’s to keep other women--moth- “** - from beeorning the sort of woman 5 xe “ A harsh, brittle laugh escaped !>•; v ’’Oh. I know what you think of me. I've heard what yon snki. Well," said Mr* Britt, "luy son wouldn’t bare died like that maybe If I hadn't »at around sniffling and snuffling, uever doing a thing.” Then, her Ups drawn Into « smile, she glanced about her nro. more and stalked hack t* her place m the corner That night Mr* Farlow rose from her place at the bandage table and sought the table at the bock. For the first time that day Mr* Farlow hod managed to create half a dosen band “You see, my first furlough bad be gun, and I (ought a train for Paris. W* were packed Into a freight ear Travel Is so cotigcMtfl! we spent most of our time stopping. At last, wbei: night came, we were dumped out at a railway Junction with the inforoialiou that the train for Paris would he along the next day. •x*- ^ X. Canteen Like New York Hotel. “I tell you 1 vh* discouraged. Thet ruddeuly across the trucks from oui s;uilon I saw an Aim-rican Bed Oross cautecu. and ail my troubles were at an end. “Lots of |>eople must June the name Lion of these t-anteens that I used t« have—Just little shacks where you were bu'ided out a cup of sloppy cof fee. We are ull wrong. These Red Cross places beat a New York^boM for vuijegy ^pf bervhe, even if they d«»n’t hhve ihe gilt furniture and Up takers. Here is what happened to roc “FTrst I hdd a hath, a real one. with plenty oF soap and water. While 1 wo* getting clean my ctotltc* every stitch, were cleaned and- sterilixeiL Then I had a meal of real Amerlcar cooking, actually sitting down at a ta ble to eat IL After that I went Into the canteen hurber shop and bad a atiav* ar.d haircut Then, being a gentlemaa of leisure, I strolled Into the canteen movie theater and saw some good American Blow. However, 1 soon turn 'd in fqf to night into a clean, dry l«- , i that felt IlkeVaveu—or lM>ma. “Ami now tbla mom mg, after a Baa . breakfast, 1 am sitting In the canteen v riling this letter to you and .waiting comfortably for my train. Yon Just can t ■■tM'Ihly-Imagine what these Bed €r<ne< women are doing for ns aoldlers sad for the I canrh and English, too. Each canteen takas cate of thousands every day. “They make us feel Mke human be ings once again and give us the new* to go on with this game of licking th* Kalaer. and alien we win yon con give a good share of the victory th* 'kad ■ ri “