WOMAN'S WORLD.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 169, 23 December 1914, Page 6

WOMAN'S WORLD.

A DREAM CAME TRUE. j Still another item from an American paper by mail which I give for its ijuaintuess—of course, 1 can t give hlbig type ol tlie headlines; r -ilrs Kate M'Nally, ltitio, Ilowart St., ( tad a dream early yesterday morniiu, , and the dream came true. In her sleep, jj Mrs H'Xally saw a burglar ransacking the house, going fiom room to rot>'i\ Finally, in her mind s eye, slus saw hint enter to,, kitchen closet and runutage through the different cans and boxes ] with a lighted candle in, duo hand. She j saw the candle set lire to paper on tho shelves, and then—Bang! 1 "Tho slamming of a door brought linr back to consciousness. She jumped from , her -bed, rushed to tlie window, and saw a mmi's form disappearing down tile: ( ■street. While debating wi*ih herself) . what was the best to do, the odour of ] smoke reached her nostrils. Into the kitchen she rushed, and found, just as she had dreamed, t.hc closet afire. _ •' •'With a bucket of water, she extin- 1 guished tlie fire, and then summoned th« .police. Tlie burglar, however, had failed to find anything of value." AX AMERICAN "PRINCE." Here is an item from an American paper that will interest readers of a notorious book. " 'Prince' Paul de Ciairmont, an actor and a hero of Elinor Ulyn's novel "Three ■ Weeks," was found dead in a bed iu a West Side rooming house in New Yoik on October 31. A eoronor's physician said he had committed suicide , and that a half-eaten sandwich containing poison was found on a nearby table. •flie physician learned that a welldressed woman, who said she was De Clairmont's wife, appeared at the room-ing-house a short while before the body was found, fr'ho went to the actor'a. rcom, and when she tame down, throw a small tin into an ash barrel in the | street, and entering a large autoino- j bile, in which there were two o;her womon, drove away. The eoronor's phy- ( sician found the tin can. Inside, lie said, I 'lie found the remains of a deadly poi- i son. j 'Do Ciairmont arrived in New York ■ from Europe a few years ago and announced that he was a prince. Since that time he has appealed on the stage, lie J was aires;ed about a year ago, ehaig-j ed with the larceny of jewellery from a j woman, but was acquitted. i "Persons who claimed to have known , him iu London said he was the son of i an English shop-keeper. ! ' Two weeks ago he took the cheapest | I loom in the boarding-house iu which I he killed himself, paying two weeks' rent | in advance. His cloihing was shabby! and lie carried only a small haiuilbag.! A woman who represented herself to 1 be 'Mrs de Clairmont, his wife, called at the house last week, but failed to find him. She told the proprietor of hU escapade, however, and Allen was notified that, he would have to move to-day." DREADFUL SUFFERING. IWOMEN IN WAR. The following letter was published in l Life, New York: — A.} an American, woman, who has spent nine happy summers with many others of her compatriots in this beautiful j corner of I'ranee. I feel sure that we all / owe it a debt, in this hour of adversity. ] Day after day, I see hundreds of refu- : 1 1 gee's pour in from Belgium and France, starving, ragged, despairing, from sceue-J of carnage and murder, bereft of homes, relatives and resources. They are largely •peasants, but many from Louvain and ] Charleroi arc cultivated, finely-bred, aged men and women anil children of all ages. They are thrown like bits of wreckage j by the storm raging over Europe, up j to this isolated corner ol ,-ittany. where even the ric.v h. • , v . m-aree,' I and when; in a fen . coal and ! wood will be scarce aUo. This disaster is far worse iU*u that of Messina, for there is no other laud to fly to, no olier people to aid. We Americans and English having laid aside fine raiment and social pleasures, are at work at the once smart Hotel Royal, now a hospital for the wounded, which arrive daily by hundreds, two deep on straw. But the Croix Rouge has them in care. The refugees are adrift, lLke leaves in a storm, shorn of everything which makes life possible. T'hej sleep on straw, in garages, cafes and villas, whose chatelaines succored them. Listen to tales which I have heard, and of sights my eyes have seen, and which Monsieur Crolard, Mayor of Dinard, will vouch for, and let your hearts leap to aid them:— Last night, in the garage of the Grand Hotel, slept seven little girls, all under seven, whose ragged daintiness iproved former love and luxury. They have lost all—-parents and home—and do not even know the names of their villages. Their feet are bleeding from tramping fields; their tear-stained faces pinched from (starvation. Four others, more fortunate, came 70 miles in a Belgian bread cart, pulled by a dog. I have talked with a young mother, whose baby we buried last night. A German musket, battered in its chest, when the mother tried to push aside the barrel that shot her husband. A child of seven has one hand gone, cut from its mother's cla-o because he detained her flight from a home the Germans were in liaste to burn. An old man is living and here, became he was so clever as to lie down as though dead when Germans, who had locked 40 in such a room told them "to dance for their lives,'' while they shot at t'hein through the shutters from tlie street. This story is corrobor. atcd by four witnesses. A baker of Moils was bidden to bake by the Germans. He complied until flour was exhausted, and was shot, before his wife, because they claimed he refused to tell where more Hour was 'Hidden. Then his wife was bidden to divulge, and to punish her "obstinacy" her 'husband, before her eyes, was thrust into the furnace. She is quite demented, and sits gazing silently at unknown horrors. These people, to earn food, are being placed on farms to work in fields, and many will work as peasants who were professors anil gentlewomen of refinement. There is not enough fine work to go around. All are innocent victims of a righteous war. and for many nights slept in the fields, dug fgr carrots with bare hands, drunk from muddied pools with the flames of burning homes on the sky behind them and despair ahead. Their clothing is in tatters, their shoes in pieces. With our best efforts, we. cannot clothe these hundreds, who increase daily. Troops at the front send for food. Our horses and motors have all been requisitioned by the army, and this formerly bright little town of luxury and gaiety is now just a shelter for the hunted who a,re at bay against misfortune. What will become of them? AN APPEAL TO AMERICAN WOMEN. I I beg you, in happy, safe America, to I deny yourselves a cigar, a theatre seat, and an extra hat, and help us to help | them; Ten cents will buy a child ten; rolls of bread. .Fifty cents, will cover i Htk feet jrtiich will jitter agtin Se

caressed by a mother. A dollar will buy a shall for a widow. Hire, give, 1 bet> ol your generous hearts. America lias led the world in charity for less worthy causes. Compassion knows no nationality. Pity blesses the givers and the poor. You mothers, when you luck your children safely in bed at nigh;, remember these little beings, reared ill no less care and luxury, who are adrift rin the. world which has used them ill. The aged, too, like older children, having lived, have, earned rest before death, yet they too are cas! out from homes, knowing nothing where their dear 0111* are, their sons at the front lighting the enemy, winch has destroyed them, for honor's sake. All Europe is one great slaughterhouse. Paris can no longer send us money from our bank icjoim'.s, and could you see this tragic profession !i!e out from beneath St. Ma'io'-s ; I'V.'iith. ci lil.u gi'.t':-. all one's wealth is i.et enough to ' cal their broken lijurts und bodies. In the name of pit.' and hiitiuni sympathy, 1 implore your aid. fur Aim ric.i i- ii'» only place which we can turn t:> now. Dry these tear-;. IVmfc.'t theso children assuage this tragic old National prejudice which is forgotten here, I have seen Herman prisoners nt Dinau better housed than those for wliom I plead, for France has proved her civilisation in chivalresijne kindness to a fallen enemy. These victims have harmed no living creature, yet have seen their loved ones shot down like dogs, their daughters insulted and maimed past help. One couple here carried a consumptive daughter 30 kilometres in a handcart, but at Fstest the Germans overtook them and detained the daughter. Will you give? Of course you will give, quickly, before tin; tide of suffering swamps our powers to compete with it. Please send any subscription to Banque Boutin, Dinard, Ille-et-Vilaine, Franco. i—Xina Larrey Duryea. Dinard, Ule-et-Vilaixe, September i. '