The Red Cross Girls with the Russian Army

t's Hut

n tragic little Belgium. There, in an American hospital in Brussels, devoted to the c

ppeal to her. The house was a lonely one, supposed to be haunted, yet in spite of this Eugenia moved in. There the mone

country from the fighting line in Belgium. After securing the papers he desired from the enemy, by Eugenia's aid, he was enabled to return once more to King Albert and the Allied armies. Thus Eugenia was left alone to bear the brunt of the German displeasure after the

the companionship of Dick Thornton during the

in spite of this had come to Brussels to help

no longer existed. Because of her change of attit

d Dick unexpectedly meet aboard a fog-bound ship. And in the darkness the light finally shines whe

" Eugenia Peabody again meets Captain Henri Castaigne, the young French officer whom

decide to continue their nursing of the wounded

were standing in the stone courtyard of a great

like the three sides of a square, with the yard as the center.

the familiar service uniforms. One of them had on a heavy coat and cap

irst words reve

l girl, with heavy, flaxen hair and quiet, steel-gray eyes. She was gazing anxiously about her, for Russia was a new and s

red and Nona Davis had remained at their posts to care for the homeless Belgian

o Nona, Barbara Meade frowned. She was poised o

. We must not forget that we are now in a country and among a people whom we don't understand in the least. Besides, I p

ungest and smallest of the girls,

ouble row guarded a single wide gate. Every now and then a common soldier passed on his way to the performance of some spe

her friends' objections N

that I feel compelled to do what was asked of me. But don't worry abou

nd time, the young southern girl had kissed each of them and turned away. Later

ch traveled road. Several miles further along a wide river crossed the land,

d re-entered the small curved doorway of the Russian fort. The left wing was being used as a hospita

allen and one by one the ancient Russian fortifications once deemed invincible had given way before the German g

filled with provisions being brought into the fort. Occasionally a covered car rattled past loaded with munitions of war, or a heavy piece of artillery drawn on low trucks. But one would like to have seen a f

her did she feel any nervousness because of the newness of her surroundings, for the country in th

peed and careless grace that covere

country she had yet seen. She both admired and feared the Russian people, with their curious combination of poetry and stupidity, of dullness and passion. Before returning to her own land she meant to try and unde

s a curious and puzzling one, f

e addressed to Miss Nona Davis. Oddly enough, although the note was written in perfect English, it was not signed. In sp

lse. Nona had no acquaintances in Russia save the people she had met in connection with her work, and there w

ut evil. But in spite of their objections, here at the first possible opportunity Nona was obeying the behest. Probably she could not have explained why, for she was to

er own affairs. Yet after a little her attention wandered from the immediate future and she

often lonely and homes

ayer of thankfulness. After her hiding of the Belgian officer and his family from the German authorities, she would never have been allowed to leave Belgium unpunishe

them who had come from the United States to do Red Cross work among the Allies, Eugenia should be the first

ch "Farmhouse with the Blue Front Door," where the four girls had spent t

continued Eugenia's work of caring for the homeless Belgian children. Then they

igne had taken scarcely more

regiment and three days after Eugenia had become a member of th

Madame Castaigne's friend and companion. Dick Thornton boarded in the vil

arbara and his sister Mildred to return with him. Of course, Nona had been

ed Cross work in Europe was finished, wh

fear of Judge Thornton's disapproval, but felt reasonably convinced that Mrs. Thornton would be both disappointed and aggrieved. Certainly she had never hes

ars had given him a new point of view toward life. No longer was he willing to be known only as his father's son and to continue be

into Russia. It had seemed to her that they must make their Red Cr

ions, for she had come to a place in the r

th time. Yes, here were the three pine trees, green shadows against the a

e was approaching a hut of the poorest character. It was bu

the poorest people in the world. This hut was not so poverty-stricken as m

Yet Nona was vaguely frightened. She stopped for a moment to reflect. Should she go in

ouse and she had been sent for to give aid

note she had received had been written upon extremely fine paper and in a handwriting which re

er Red Cross uniform was her protection, and the

tly but firmly o

a woman of about thirty-five, dressed in the costume of a Rus

is better fortune than I dreamed, to find you

to co