Evening Star Newspaper, October 20, 1894, Page 9

PHE EVENING sTAR peek PUBLISHED DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY. AT THE STAR BUILDINGS. V101 Penusylvania Avenue, Cor. 11th Street, by The Evening Star Newspaper Company, 8 H. KAUPFMANN, Prest. New York Oifios, 49 Potter Builiing. The Evening Star ts served to subscribecs in the A unt, a7 10 cents es at the counter bere in the United “4d SO conte per es or Canada th antag® qnintupt> postaze $1.00 per yeurs Sheet Star. vite, $2. ‘ : Washiagton, D. C., D tavat be paid in advarce, mn theo. rect, Che Kpening Starrs WASHINGTON, D. ©., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1894-TWENTY PAGES. =20. Another Of. MOSES’ Weekly Sales. never Ss ies, fers in housef We inte es as promote pubiicit ou £6.50 ands $7.05 China Cases. ‘aguae Gas ale he $21.00 Bock Cases. Oak Bookcase, with 4 ad- shelves and top—a new brass rod ins. ry Bookcase, $4.80 39-75 with arved top, ik. brass curtain rod, psrtnpem tenia $9.75 Folding Beds. Solid Oak 1 Be $1.35 Desk, Wardrobe, Bed in o1 bevel Fren top; good woven-wire spring Chairs. Library Arm Char, in with oak Tables Very Hand: finixh, finish, ‘Table, polish finished s MOSES LARGEST EXCLUSIVELY RETAIL FUR! DRAPERY AND WALL P. ih every announcement. | Th become monotonous. ways new; always have the attrac- = Our weekly sales, with their urnishings, are gaining They’re nd to make them stiil i through the big offers we'll these will cause talk Parlor Suites. S-plece Mahoxany-tinish-frame Parlor Suite, rug seats ‘and plush backs, y upholstered and $55.00 suite for... ante, mahoguny-finish carved on the wood, in Brocatelle, spring Suite worth $30.00, Our $27.50 $21.75 ‘CARPELS. Smyrna Carpets & Rugs aero eee St SL7S : $2.50 1 bale of 30x60-Inch Smyrna Rugs, worth $. ioe sua ee cs OS O myrna Carpets, 6 feet by $13. 75 : $23.75 » Worth $20.00, for.. yrna Carpets, 7 feet 6 "$31.75 ror 1 aROCs 10 feet 6 inches, worth 5 Smyrna Carpe feet, worth $44.50, for. 600 Smyrna Mats, inches, worth $1.00, for Russia Rugs. For durability they're equal to the best Smyrnas and are the best low-priced Rugs on the market. SMYRNA RUSSIA PRICE. PRICE. Half and less ‘Smyrnas, Royal Japanese Wiltons Are the handsomest cheap Carpets ever shown. We practically controt sale, but that doesn’t cept to better than balf the price of 7T5c. The DRAPERIES. We want you to see our Turkish corner, where our fall arrivals in B: and ds, Kelines other Oriental Hangings are displaye r with many hh reproduct Moorish and Persian Tapest ot Hall, Library and Din- ing Pillows, Couch Covers aud “fitment” furnishings. DROP Lace Curtains Hand Laundered, YALE AND SONS, HAPPY THOUGH ILL se et Among the Suffering Little Ones at NITURE, Cae UPHOLSTERY, Children’s Hospital, HOW THEY ARE CARED FOR ith and F Streets. the Peath Anniversary. al Union Mission will observe of its organization York Avenue he mission was or- | ple way ten year: | The tenth Cent iversary Pr ganize in an bi me OP yivania enue by a few How the % » for the rent of the hall was to be obtained greatly perplexed the selves tog ott ew who had banded them- er in the work; but the mis nh work was a success from the start. The work of the mission began to be the talk of the town. It was discussed in the | churches, and men of means made volun- | tary offerings from their purses to help | along the good cause. As time progressed the dimensions of the mission hall became inadequate for the increasing attendance, especially on Sunday nights, and a larger hall was procured on the opposite side of the avenue, the room now occupied by the Salvation Army. There the work progressed with vigor and succes: The mission has had from its inception the sympathy and confidence of the public and the support of the churches. It out- grew its old home at 900 Pennsylvania ave- nue, and now, as it enters upon its tenth anniversary, occupies a building of its own, which for the purposes intended 1s one of, | if not the best, in the country. It was the former Seaton House and later the city post office buil Its location, on Loulsiana tral. The building is six . towering above all the other buildings in the same block, and has an | mposing exterior appearance. Its value is | estimated at the round sum of $100,000. The | entire building has been sufficiently repaired to be availabie for use; an important indus- trial department has been fully organized; @ creditable dining room ts in full operation and sustains a large number of men and women daily; the lodging apartments have furnished shelter to more than 12,000 home- lezs men during the year; the women’s de- m @ blessing to a small diess women; the laundry, run by the women, promises to be an important ally of the industrial department. A steam heating apparatus for the auditorium has } been put in at a cost of over $400, and a fire escape at a cost $4", a furnace at a cost of $117 and other repairs and improve- greatly augmented and an expansion for Sears eee It Will Do You Good to Visit Them nich the mission was hardly pre] has * . occurred. ‘The men's and women's bands | With Pauline Pry. ave continued to do luable semgpice: from ten to twelve branches have b@en ain- > — tained in different parts of the city. Sub- | urban evangelistic ees have been held; |. GOOD CHEER AND GOOD ORDER childs ve “been nd i etenneninlilipneainmmtien: as been done as ren est diers’ Home, and every part of the work has been carried forward succes: y. the report for the past Number of religious services h number of persons in atte requests for prayer noted, numiber of converts reported, ; number of persons visited by missionaries and oth- ers, $; number of lodgings furpished, .481; number of meals furnished, 8,405; number of persons clothed, 354; number for whom employment was secured, 34; number for whom transportation was’ secured, 5; number sent to hospit: number of bul- letins distributed, ”; meals sold in March and April Acting Secretary Wike recently requested an opinion from the Attorney General as to whether section 12 of the act of June 18, 3878, authorizes the Secretary of the Treas- ury to bestow life saving medals for signal exertions made in saving persons from drowning in small inland streams, ponds, pools, &c. The Attorney General has replied that in his opinion the section referred to does not confer such authority.“Its terms are vague and general,” he says, “but must be construed in connection with other sections of the same act and with other acts relat- ing to the same subject magter. So con- strued, the waters contemplated by the section are, in my judgment, either the high seas or what may be described as waters of the United States, 1. e, waters belonging to the United States as owner or over which it has jurisdiction by virtue of its authority to regulate interstate and for- eign commerce. e Colembian Coins, There is a heavy demand on the Treasury Department at present tor Columbian half dollars, now that they can be obtained from the government at par in exchange for gold. The supply will soon be exhausted if the present rate of demand is kept up. The ments, the cost of which can be hardly estimated even, Lecause the work was done by unemployed men for lodgings and meals. All this is a most wonderful record. Mean- while, the spiritual work of the mission has been kept up fully to the standard, and the numbers reached are Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. I T A MORNING at the Children’s Hos- pital this week. You know where it is— the corner of W and 13th street. You have driven by. Fine build- ing, superb location, glorious air, glorious sunshine. Plenty of ground; great deal of money in it. Ah! to be sure; “poor chil- dren—poor little things! Too bad! Thank God, somebody is good to them. Nice of you to think of God this way— “Soldiers’ Home, James.” Yes, we know the drive beyond the Chil- dren's Hospital to Soldiers’ Home is de- lightful, and you are tired. Little supper after the theater last night, champagne and all that. But just for the nonce, suppose instead of driving by the hospital you stop your carriage at the door and go in. You are sufficiently bored by life in general as it comes to you to enjoy a new sensation. Already you begin to feel uncommonly righteous as you step from your carriage. Your soul peacocks with unusual brightness before your mind's eye, and while you wait at the door it fairly dazzles you with a beautiful intention to do a great deal of good among the children, now you have begun. You believe you will pat some poor little sufferer on the head and tell him that if he’s good he'll go to heaven when he dies, and you don’t know but you'll press the hand of the matron or doctor, or who- ever is in charge when you come away and encourage ‘him with your opinion that he’ “doing the Master's rk.” et! THAT POSTAL now! asking our wagons to call Monday. facilities, the machinery, the experience and the will to give you better ser- vee then any other laun- dry in Washington, study your interests. We soon found that Potomac water wasn’t clean enough to wash your clothes. mow use only filtered ar- tesian well water. dients that money can buy are none too good for your washing. never be satisfied till you patronize us—neither will Steam Laundry, F. H. WALKER & CO. \ea| Main Branch, 514 10th St. Plant, 43 G St. N. W. | *Phone, 1092. We have the We We The best washing ingre=- We’ E Perhaps you'd better give an order as soon as the doctor comes down, Ah! This is pathetic—a contributiot arked ‘For Sweet Charity’s Sai and over is written by a mother's hand, “The cherished treasure—four pennies tar- nished by tiny loving hands that will play with them no more.”” Somehow this follows you. When you walk away it reaches after box, In the Reception Room. you and brings you back. You read it over ~almost it embarras: you, and positively there's a lump in your throat. Your sturdy small boy at home—with: what fond pride he was displaying his: twb new “five centses” to nis nurselastvevening! He was going to buy a billy. goat and some nails and a screw driver and—“‘little hands that will play with them no more.” You didn’t mean te @ayit—that’s a fact, but it’s done. The $ibilliyou were going to buy flowers with has.dropped into the con- tribution box, and now, though you have got the better of your momentary weak- ness, you can’t get your money back. Half resentful tay think your emotions should have been sa upon to get the better of your purse, yousturn to greet Dr. Hagner, the resid Physician. But di- rectly he talks to it about the hos- pital and the chil im it, you are as deeply interes-ed in the eharity he serves as you occasionally sre dnterested in the Gospel, expounded by.-an @nteresting divine. You are delighted to,Jookjover the hospital with him, you say, and You survey the broad'veeandas, where the children may play, and the various apart- ments of the administration building, with its doctors’ and nurses’ quarters. "There are fifteen nurses, the doctor is telling you, who are of a select class, attracted to the hospital and s*imulated to their work by the opportunity have..in it to become graduates. with a from Columbia Hospital. & jeatness. order, the immac- IN THE CHILDR EN’S HOSPITAL. a week. There is a cupboard, with pretty, glistening china behind its glass doors, and there are pans, skillets, kettles—whutever do you call all those cooking utensils?—a re- rigerator, tables, a range, a gas stove. eally, it’s all so clean and inviting, if you saw a chafing dish you would almost feel like yourself taking hold and cooking a Welsh rarebit for some dear Ittle sick child. But the doctor is leading the way to the operating room. This—well, this, despite the beautiful order prevailing here as else- where, the flood of cheerful light. and the reassuring tones of Dr. Hagner’s gentle voice, this makes you want to go home. Those curious, cruel instruments, that white operating table, just about as long as your boy’s white bed—you think if the doctor doesn’t mind you'll get out into the hall again. The Free Dispensary. The doctor is telling you that in connec~ tion with the hospital is conducted a free dispensary for children, where last year were treated 3,030 cases. You cannot fancy the sum of human misery contained In ever 3,000 sick children. But it’s a great deal, of course, and the hospital is surely doing a noble work. But you dare say it gets very little thanks for it—poor people cre just so ungrateful. You gave a poor sick woman some jelly and things yourself one time. Naturally when you were leaving you told her to let you know if she wanted any more. And she did. You can’t give them enough to satisfy them. You have— no deubt. The doctor has precisely the same experience—some people come back with the same disease, constantly wanting n.re of the same free treatment. Dr. Hagner laughs, and while somehow he doesn’t put the case as you do, he ad- mits that occasionally he does lose patience in the out-of-doors of the hospital. “It seems to be impossible,” he say " these pecple with the necessit: carrying out the doctor’s direc- esterday a woman brought a here—a baby with inflamima- tion of the bowels. I cautioned her paruc- vlarly to give it no food, but a certain quantity of milk I prescribed. Later in the evening I jumped on an ambulance go- ing down into the alley where she lives, and I found her in front of her house, the baby in her arms sucking a piece of raw bacon. “This"’—the doctor now is leading into an- other room-—“this is the white surgical ward.” You peep into a small dining room and exclaim, “how cunning,” beholding the low table set with small dishes and two low benches extending each side of the table. Across from the dining room you take a glimpse of the linen room. The clothing the children wear in the hospital is all supplied by charity, the doctor tells you. Among the Little Sufferers. Ahead of you is a long, large room, bright and airy, furnished with two rows of small white beds, a low chair at the foot of each bed. Before you are fairly in the room an, unattractive child—exceedingly common child, you would not hesitate to say seeing it removed from these sur- roundings, has pressed close to your side, and with perfect trust in your friendliness, wants to know all about the animal you are wearing about your neck. Really, you know, you can’t bear strange children of the lower class t« © 80 very near you— and the doctor is looking for you to s e hands with it. Frightful struggle, and to save your soul, or its, yow can’t tell this one that if he’s good he'll go to heaven when he dies. This common, small invalid, which Dr. Hagner receives on terms of perfect equal- ity, has hindered your progress at the room. You are still at the door wits it, when a wheel chair ro‘ls quietly in front of you, and there you behold what seoms to you the very smallest face and body vou ever saw. “Hip disease; a cripple for Nfe; seven years old,” the doctcr is explaining, but you can’t hear him distinctly, for see- ing this small, small person on the chair. ‘The hands that rest with such odd repose on the arms of the chair are smaller than those of your four-year-old boy. They are shadowy as is her whole body, and her face—such a thin shadow you can see through it the marvelous light that gives it form. The light is uncovered, calm and clear in her unquestioning blue eyes, which not more than the downward curve of her Patience. faintly defined lip betray a baby’s life il- luminated by full knowledge of the “di- vine worship of sorrow.” if, i i ais, F a ; TT oS Q 4 i i | Eg if : though colored with the uncanny hue of scrofula. On the adjoining bed stretches another boy between five and six vears old. He has a great abscess in his side. Suffering has rot cleared, but thickened his small face. He does nct look at you, but through and beyond you into the darkness of the pain and sorrow that are all he knows of life. Vhai is the matter with the child?” you esk, half impatiently about another not ve thaa two years old, who, perched in a An Operation. baby carriage, is screaming for no apparent reason. He has a fine head and pretty face, bright with the glow of health. “He's club-footed,” the doctor says, and starts to draw the covering from his feet. But the child fights and shrieks, as Byron might, protecting his club foot from curi- ous eyes—shrieks, too, at the approach of the doctor, as if, baby though he is, he ¢reads the kind, well-meaning touch that next week will place his club feet under the strgeon’s knife. The convalescent children are moving with you from bed to bed, and you feel almost ashamed of your strong, ungener- ous body, when you notice that the boy who has been hopping about on a crutch, his cne lez dangling limp, and you had thought useless, has hooked this limp leg into the chair of that marvelously small crippled girl, and is pulling her along with the pro- cession as he hops behind. “What's that under there?” you are curi- ous to discover, as you notice a pair of small echoes and two remarkably thin, some- what twisted legs in white stockings poking out from under a bed. “Ah, Naomi, I've caught you,” says Dr. Hagner, fishing unsuccessfully for the rest of Naomi under the bed. Forgetting your- self more and more, even you get down and The Pet of the Hospi fish, too—the children about all interested and laughing. “I don’t want to come out,” Naomi lisps, in a funny sort of baby bari- tone voice, that doesn't at all suggest the wax doll with “real” hair—the same fluffy yellow hair of your own first wax doll in the real hair that Naomi certainly resem- bles. “This 1s the pride of the hospital,” says Dr. Hagner, when he finally has her in bis arms. “Her hip has been operated upon so that she is greatly improved since coming here, but she will aiways be a cripple.” ‘Then, after much persuasion, Neomi ts put down on the floor, and in her funny bari- tone voice sings “Daisy.” An hour ago you wouldn't have believed you could laugh so unaffectedly. “I wanth a doll baby,” s: you say good-bye. Somebod: that he wants a fire engin you answer back that you wouldn’t be surprised if somebody sent them these things and some others, you are almost certain you could name the woman who will do it. Aercss the hall you pass into the white medical vard. You start back half in ter- ror from the dogr of a separate room which Dr. Hagner enters, telling you, meanwhile, that here is a small boy with typhold fever; that the foot of the bed is raised to prevent, if possible, A peep sma'l boy perched on a ehair, his head pil- lowed on his arms folded on a shelf, eyes closed, sound asleep. “Sam, Sam,” says the doctor, awakening him, “what are you do- ing in hee?’* “I wath bad,” wails Sam— Sam Pleker, who is receiving the full penal- ty of the law for disobedience—to sit still on a chair by himself. Within the ward the doctor indicates a boy of seven and twin girls of four. “These,” says he, “‘were brovght here with typhoid fever. The father nas died of the same disease. The mother had it and re- covered. Besides these three children, who are cured and must go home next week, the mother has two other smaller children. What she will do to take care of them all next winter I'm sure I don't know.” It Makes You Think. Neither do you, to be sure, and it’s very unpleasant to have to think about it. Real- ly, you had no idea but somebody was at- tending to all such matters. Yet a knowl- edge of the neglected, the unreached poor is piling upon you. Even while the doctor is talking your eyes wander from the three hans near you to a m q ff aE i . ‘sal “Good-bye,lady, God A’mighty bless you.” Then, ag you're wondering how on earth she got any idea of God A’mighty's blessing, she has gi her way back t¢ a windo ind stands grasping with hei small, cold hands, God's sunshine that sh¢ cannot @e. Hesitating, and half fearful, you go to the farther end of the room to a bed shut in by @ screen. A feeble cry escapes the lips Feeling the Sun-Light. you cannot see, for the face of the smal paralytic here is turned down, while twe nurses are preparing his head to be oper- ated upen in the afterncon. “It is his one hope, a faint one,” says Dr. Hagaer. The varied afilictions of children are tak- ing on a gray color to you now—there are so many, each grows hazy, and all com- bine somehow to chill the air, hide the sun until the budding time of life seems frees- ing. There's a dead weight in your bosom, The glory of your own sturdy boy at home Grows diminished by this spectacle of pain. The Wee Ones. “Let us go to the babies’ ward.” says the doctor. “Here are rone but babies under eighteen months.” A wailing strikes your car directly you ap- proach. Within the ward are ten babies, the oldest, eighteen nonths; the youngest, three weeks. “How do their mothers part from them?" you ask. You know how, your baby sick, every moment spent out of sight of it was all of death and eternal separation In the possibilities that might so arise. “I should think their mothers would 4 you ex- claim, bending over a crib in which a tiny baby is asleep, ohi so small and pale. Dr. Hagner tells you what makes you finally understand bow a mother can part from her baby to place it where it will have every care and comfort, when she has nute- ed it sick and starving at her empty breast, sucked dry by starvation; has felt ite col body against her own as cold. You have tried to get away from his voice, as he was talking thus, and have moved to another crib where a baby lica, death creeping over it by inches, The inches are few—its life, a short and shorter breath. The lids that rest on its half-open fixed eyes will not be more waxen when it sleeps in its coffin. _You want to get away from this, too, and turn to a baby, in another crib. Divining, perhs mother stirred so ceeply in y this crying baby reaches out its arms to you, and you turn away ‘ou would again have to cry if you didn’t, and you are not ready either with tears or an apology for crying. Dr. Hagner now takes you through the wards for colored children. Here he points out several children who have been de- serted by their parents. “You would scarcely believe,” sald he, “how constantly we have to keep on guard against parents who try to cast their children off on us, They adopt sny and every pretense of tll- ness to be rid of them.” You are moving from one colored un- fortunate to another. Disease draws no “color line,” you see. Here is practically the same circumstance of pain as among the white children, But you want to know why the blacks look so much happier, “It's because there ts so little variation in their color,” says Dr. Hagner, and you wish all human ills wore a biack skin= wretchedness would be easigs to look at, Dinner Time. The @nner bell rings us you reach the lower floor again, and you watch the odd Procession of invalid chairs, crutches, and Umping, halting small bodies file into the dining room. Pain civilizes and refines, you really believe. No unseemly haste; the stronger are deferring to @he weaker as they pass through the door. Seated at the table, they all cover their faces with their bands and pray, “Dear God, bless this food We eat.” Then you say good-bye, the round of the hospital is finished and you are eager now to get home, where you can snatch your own strong baby to your breast, hug him, and have a good cry, ying a little, mean- while, yourself, though saying nothing more than “My boy, my boy,” over and over again. You thank Dr. Hagner so much for his courtesy; you assure him you have never anywhere seen another char-