WOMEN AND THE WAR.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1617, 7 December 1912, Page 11

WOMEN AND THE WAR.

SCATTERED VIGNETTES. The girls' school in Cetinje is empty, and all day long the whirr of sewing machines tells of women; stitching bandages, preparing sheets and blankets and ariuslings to be ready for tho hundreds more that are to come. The little huts on the mountain sides will be .desolate, .and only the women and old men will be left,, as they are in Cetinje to-day. -And in some places not even the women, .for though the War Department here has improved the commissariat, tho women stil! follow the old custom of accompanying their men to the war, carrying provisions on their backs in.baskets. .. Sometimes they get under Ere. themselves. Such a one. was Stania Milashovitch, whose life is ebbing in, the, white hospital here. She .was struck down at the battle near Tarabosh: a woman among the row of wounded men.' The thought of that fills one with profound f>i'ty, and stirs the heart to sorrow. , For it is the business of men to give their lives for their country; and the sight of this woman among them filled one with indescribable emotion.—"Daily Express." The fighting aTound Gusinje was of a particularly fierce character, and in the end the place was taken at thq bayonet's point. . . . Women and young boys were among the victim's of the lighting. Many Albanian women fell with rifles in their hands, and boys who carried ammunition and water to the combatants met their, death in so doing.—"Central News Telegram."

Nor do the women lack courage. At Podgoritza a dozen or so wounded were lying outside the hospital waiting admission and attention. To them came a woman—soon to become a mother.

She peered anxiously into the face of each wounded man, and at last reached the end one with a sigh of relief. "Whom do you want?" she was asked.

"I am looking for my husband, but, thank God, he is not here."

Questioned further, she said that she had four children at home, "not one old enough to give the others a glass of .water." Her husband had gone to the front, her little shop was closed, and her two' oxen taken. No news had come of her husband, and she had left her little ones to look for liiin as the wounded were brought in. "Shall wo try to obtain news of him?" she was asked. "Perhaps after all he is on some special duty, and not in any danger."

The woman's eyes flashed. "I hope no man of mine is minding oxen," she said. ."He will come back to me when the Turks are beaten, or he will be dead."— "The Daily Herald."