The Next of Kin: Those who Wait and Wonder
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France a month before the war broke out, and were visiting his family in a village on the Marne. Since the outbreak of war he had had no word from them, and h
house and motor
out his hands. "What difference?
the merry playmate of Alette and Yvonne. He stood on the veranda holding the dog in his arms. Str
w it would come, but we did not know when. If I can but find wife and ch
, then handed me the dog and
r France!
n I tried to comfort him by telling him that many little dogs were much worse off than he, for they had lost their people and their good homes as well, and he still had his comfortable home and his good meals. But it wa
d that the men who went first went for adventure. Perhaps they did, but it
of is that it will all be over before we get there." He was needlessly alarmed, poor lad! He was in time for everything; Festubert, Saint-éloi, Ypres; for the gas attacks before the days of
rousing music from the bands. The serious men were the French and Belgian reservists, who, silently, carrying their bundles, passed through our c
se was right-but they shut down the wrong thing; it should have been the bars, of course. They knew something should be shut down. We are not blaming
le of their debts, for there was a strong feeling that the cup of sorrow
burdened that they should be relieved of the trouble and sorrow which the liquor traffic inevitably brings. "Perhaps," they said to the government,
as one hundred millions. When the people began to rake and save to meet the patriotic needs, and to relieve the stress of unemployment, these great sums of money were t
bles to a sympathetic friend one
hen 'e's hidle 'e's something fierce: 'e knocks me a
out in front. She wore black cotton gloves such as undertakers supply for the pallbearers, and every finger was
at bereavement, for the personal liberty argumen
to drink, by the sacred rights for which his forefathers had bled and died he was at liberty to do so, and then go home and beat up his own wife and family if he w
being poured out in its defense, and never again will the old, selfish, miserable conception of liberty obtain favor. The Kaiser helped here, too, for he is such a
s at seven o'clock, and the beneficial effect was felt at once. Many a man got hom
unintentional humor. One lady, whose home was one of the most beautiful in the city, and who entertained lavishly, told us, in her address on "Economy," that at the very outbreak of the war she reduced her cook's wages from thirty to twenty dollars, and gave the difference to the Patriot
oy's present ever reached the Red Cross, I do not know. But ninety-five per cent of the giving was real, honest, hard, sacrificing giving. Elevator-boys, maids, stenographers gave a percentage of their earnings, and gave it joyously. They like to give, but they do not like to have it taken away from them by an employer, who thereby gets the credit of the gift. The Red Cross m
orking in, like the frost into the cellars when the thermometer shows forty degrees below zero. M
ked her for a monthly subscription to the Red Cross. "Every letter that goes out of the house
ot got to her yet-that's all! I cannot be hard on her in
age. It was the Lusitania that brought me to see the whole truth. Then I saw that we were waging war on the very Princes of Darkness, and I knew that morning when I read the papers, I knew that it would be better-a thousand times better-to be dead than to
seriousness come into his face, and knew what it meant. It was when the news from th
I want to go-I want to help the British
boy, had suddenly become a man and h
to him, not in the intoxication of victory