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
abuse the family. We wrote hundreds of orders. I signed them, and then
we went to the hall and received the women. They were my women then.
I admitted them, and gave them the order and took in the next, and so
day after day till all was done. The orders were drawn immediately,
and when I left just before Christmas all the poor had wood for two
months and rent paid until the first of April. They looked so poor,
but were so happy at such an unexpected fortune and I was so glad
to have been able to do it. It was Boston that did this good little
thing--I have written the committee about it, a long letter. I thought
they would be glad to know it while the fires were still burning.
Then I came back, and I wanted to go to Strassburg and give something
to my old working-women there. They would not be so poor as the women
of Montbéliard, for much had been done for them, but I wanted to see
and remember them, and so I said I would go. I invited Miss Zimmermann
to go with me, as she helped me to organize the Strassburg work last
year. I said I would not give anything in charity to these women; I
had not permitted them to beg--they had always worked for me and been
paid. I would give them a Christmas fête and invite them like other
people. So we bought two splendid pine trees fresh from the Black
Forest, and I knew all my women, so I had only to count the heads
and buy purses. I purchased three hundred good strong morocco purses
with steel clasps, prettily lined, and pretty little things for the
children, and to ornament the trees many dozens of little wax candles
and holders to light the trees. I had stopped at Strassburg on my way
back from Montbéliard and hired the best hall in town for Saturday
night the 30th December. On Wednesday night we went to Strassburg, had
our invitations printed and sent to the women by post; then I ordered
at a good bakery twenty cakes, I cannot tell you how large and high.
Each cake would cut from twenty to twenty-five slices, big slices;
and five hundred rolls, and I took a caterer I knew there to arrange
chocolate and coffee. The hall had a fine kitchen and dining-rooms,
and I asked the banks to change my money into the last issue of French
silver, never used, and they did. The best ladies of the city came to
help us, and the trees were set, the purses filled, the hall arranged,
the tables spread and set so white and clean, and, oh, the trees
were so pretty, on a long platform across all one end of the hall in
front of two enormous mirrors and all the floors spread with moss,
all scattered full of fine-cut white paper and isinglass, which made
perfect snow and ice, and brightened with handfuls of little scarlet
berries; and the hall was so brilliant with chandeliers and mirrors
that one could read the finest print in its most distant corner. I
tell you all this so particularly because I think it was the prettiest
thing I ever saw. Don’t say it was that that made my eyes sore; it
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