New Britain Herald Newspaper, December 20, 1917, Page 14

RALD, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1917. I called her My Little Blue Eyes. I never knew her right name. I never will know. I want to forget her; but her golden curls, her pinkish, precious, pretty little face, and her big Blue Eyes—how they haunt me, how they haunt me! I saw her for the first fime by the lake. Her rugged, rosy cheeks peeking out from a mass of golden hair attracted me. She was in distress; her little sail-boat became un- ruly and was leaving shore—leaving My Little Blue Eyes in tears. I met her again—and again. We became fast friends. I grew to love the little cherub and I liked to believe that she loved me. She used to bide the time of my usual Sunday walk, so that we could sail the little boat together, feed the Surely Liitle Bright Eyes must have loved me— and I loved her. [IRTRPNE . S SRS 1 One day I made up my mind to know more about my little friend—My Little Blue Eyes, so I approached the woman thinking she was the child’s mother. The woman corrected me. 3t 1 IS “] am the child’s aunt,” she explained. “Her Mother is gone—she died from the shock of her hus- band’s death who was killed in the battle of the Marne.” itumedawny Ifelta tear on my cheek. My Little Blue Eyes came running up to me and asked me if T was hurt. I wld her I was, -and the little dear was sorry. Surely My Little Blue Eyes must have loved me. For the last four Sundays I have not seen My Little Blue Eyes. I thought at first she was not true to me—that some little sailor boy had'come along and stolen my love. Yesterday at our former meeting place I saw the woman who used to come with her. E MURDER OF “MY LITTLE BLUE EYES She was dressed in black. She stood gazing at the water with head bowed down. I trembled. The ground seemed to quiver and I with it. I went up to her and hoping against hope stam- mered, “My Little Blue Eyes—My Little Blue Eyes— why haven’t you brought her?” “She has gone away,” quietly answered the woman. “Away?” I asked. “Yes,” replied the woman slowly; “she has gone to her mother—they sent her.” “They—who do you mean?” “I sent her to Harwich with a friend, for a few days at the seashore. An air raid—bombs drop — hundreds of fvllult‘lilrm killed in the streebs—they sent her to her other.” My Little Blue Eyes, my precious Little Blue Eyes— murdered at such an age! And thousands and thousands of the children and mothers and fathers who have suffered the same fate. And millions and millions of others who are suffering a worse fate. \\ Children who are wise in the ways of death. And dead men and men who are better dead. Soldiers lying hours and hours, days and nights, wounded, mangled, tortured—fighting, struggling, starv- ing—suffering untold miseries. Multitudes of human beings “seeing Hell” every day; living amongst disease—barely existing on_ “crumbs”— waiting, hoping, praying, dying. And then comes the Guardian Angel—The Red Cross! Oh, God! At last! Here — there — everywhere ,those brave soldiers of Humanity give their aid—their soul—their lives! With food—with medicine—with shelter—with ten- der loving care for men and women who are fighting and’ for men and women and children who are waiting for their dear one who will return no more. —SEMAJ SRONNOC Folkstone, Oct. 16th. Do You Understand Now Why You Should Become a Member of the Red Cross? Do you understand, now, what it means if you do not become a member of the Red Cross. Do you understand, now why you can’t refuse to become a member of the Red Cross? Don’t you see, now, why you MUST become a member of the Red Cross. The cost is but $1.00 a year! Friends, when you are approached today and asked to join the Red Cross— just hand over your dollar with a smile and feel sorry that it doesn’t cost more! Sllollld you not be asked, don’t hesitate, mail your dollar to the New Britain Red C bring it; d it—but th i ety n ross or bring it; or send i ut the one mighty Ten million new Red Cross members are wanted —and needed! New Britain’s share is 25,000 members. Now, friends, all together! ---J. W. CONNORS This copy was prepared and donated for the benefit of the Red Cross Campaign by the Connors, Halloran Co., Inc.