The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
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The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)
Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
American National Red Cross -- Biography; Barton, Clara, 1821-1912; Nurses -- United States -- Biography
That was one of the things that was oppressing Clara Barton in those
days. That was why she was troubled when the wife of a Senator came
to see her and ask whether there was such a thing as the Red Cross,
and what it was, and why it was opposing another organization of which
the Senator’s wife was a member. That was why she was worried when the
Chairman of the Committee on Foreign Relations grew strangely distant.
But she went to hear Mr. Blaine, and she met prominent people, some of
whom knew her.
Two days later she had confidential tidings that the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee had _unanimously_ approved the treaty, and that it
would doubtless be discussed in executive session of the Senate on the
following Tuesday.
But it hung on for another month, a month through which it was hard for
her to go, but through which she went bravely.
On Thursday, March 16, she felt as though hope was almost hopeless.
She “had no heart to speak” that day; “had more tears than words.” “It
has been a sad day.”
She wrote these words that evening, “weary and heart-sick”; but at this
point was interrupted by a note from Senator Lapham. The note will bear
printing:
U.S. SENATE CHAMBER
WASHINGTON, March 16, 1882
MISS BARTON:
I have the gratifying privilege of informing you of the ratification
by the Senate of the Geneva Convention; of the full assent of the
United States to the same, by the action of the Senate this afternoon.
I had the injunction of secrecy removed so that it could be published
at once. The whole is in print, and if I get time I will send you some
copies in the morning. I go home to-morrow to be gone a week.
LAUS DEO!
Very truly
E. S. LAPHAM
It ought to have brought her joy; but she wrote:
I had waited so long, and was so weak and broken, I could not even
feel glad. I laid down the letter, and wiped my tired eyes.
Before she got to bed she had another sad tale to hear, of dissensions
among those who should have been rejoicing with her, but were
displeased. And she went to bed ill.
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