ly seen to be fully appreciated. The officers,
being unable to procure the necessary articles of clothing, food and
medicine for themselves, their men and their sick, the Red Cross had the
privilege of lending a hand to these brave men who so uncomplainingly
suffered danger, hardship, exposure, sickness and death for their
country's sake, and who so gratefully appreciated the least office done
for them. As one man said to me: "The Red Cross has been a fairy
godmother to us men."

  [G] Now Baroness von Schelle of Belgium.

 [Illustration: BRINGING IN THE WOUNDED.]

 [Illustration: CLEARING FOR A CROSS ROAD.]

Could the story of these sufferers be individually told there would not
be wanting subject matter of much interest; in many cases the thrilling,
tender, or romantic element stands forth.

Perhaps one of the most romantic instances is that of a young American.
A fine specimen of manhood as he stood before me and quietly told me his
story, led on by my interest and questioning: tall, erect, well-knit and
seasoned to meet emergencies; a refined, open, strong face, a well
poised head; one felt the real courage in the man. Over three years ago,
led by high hopes inspired by the cause of suffering Cuba, as set forth
in our land of free press agency, and fanned to a holy flame by the pen
of a ready writer, he set out with the zeal of a crusader to plant the
ensign of true liberty. A handful of comrades they were with hopes high,
burning to do a righteous deed.

Landed upon Cuban soil at evening, this little body of men was embraced
by the natives; on the morrow these new-found friends had looted even
the luggage of their would-be helpers. The life of frontier warfare
began; in combat the Americans were always given the exposed positions
of danger, and were accordingly picked off one by one.

Over a year ago, the friend of this young hero was dangerously wounded
in the hip. A Cuban operation was performed; finally a piece of bone has
worked itself out from the injured hip. The condition of the injured man
becoming s