A Noble Woman

t France, succeeded in a few hours by the entry of Great Britain into the fray, Miss Cavell's intuition of trouble became an

board school, which had been rapidly converted into another hospital. Some of the nurses of the Training Institute were of German nationality, and these sorrowfully made a hasty departure for the Dutch frontier, carrying only hand luggage, whic

agony that awaited her. How utterly Miss Cavell herself failed to realize the impending doom of the heroi

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ferred not only provided for our wounded soldiers from France and Belgium, but also

ège was attacked with a fury and violence that fortresses hitherto considered practically impregnable could not withstand. Only ei

the evening (August 20) came word that the enemy were at the gates. At midnight bugles were blowing, summoning the civic guard to lay do

e article continued: 'Many more troops came through. From our road we could see the long procession, and when the halt was called at midday some were too weary to eat, and slept on the pavement in the street. We were divided between

until the month of April was another and last communication received. It was dated March 29, 1915, but was not delivered in London until seventeen days later, when it came to hand in a dilapidated condition and without

spapers were first censored, then suppressed, and are now printed under German auspices;

e so gay and communicative in the summer. No one speaks to his neighbour in the tram, fo

are laid waste. I can only feel the deep and tender pity of the friend within the gates, and observe with

her work; and in due course numbers of English and French soldiers came under her ministering care. And be it noted that to be wounded was a sure passport to the great heart of the English nurse. Even the injured invaders were t

rtaking that they would also act as guards of the wounded. Miss Cavell said, 'We are prepared to do all we can to help them to recover from their wounds, but to be their jailers, never!' A German general smote the table with his clenched fist when the nurse gave her emphatic repl

vell; and from all who passed through her hands she won the most profound esteem, which in itself was a c

not view its treaty signature as a 'scrap of paper,' whose 'contemptible little army' had played a dramatic part in hurling back the Germans when Paris was literally in their mailed grasp; and

the inhabitants. Brussels was plastered with proclamations calculated to make life scarcely worth living. One

ssaries, who promptly set about weaving a web for her undoing. It did not take long for clever German spies to ascertain that the English nurse had supplied Br

lle, a French abbé, Mademoiselle Thulier, M. Philippe Bancq, a Belgian architect, and others. It may be stated that the Princess is partly of English extraction, and her arrest caused the death of her English grandmother as a result of shock and subsequent illness. The Comtesse

h frontier. Admittedly Miss Cavell did wrong in setting the German military law at defiance, but it was the policy of German 'frightfulness' that was her justification. The enemy army violated their own treaty obligations, and had plundered, burnt, slaughtered, and ravished a helpless people in a manner that had not been conceiva

wonderful that her God-given befriending of refugees should have escaped detection so long; but at length the German Administration in Belgi