please buy some!" Shy and with
a low voici whining sounds ar.*
stands Mdp the wheel chair of her hus
band. who was injured in the war and Is
lying with closed eyes on the dirty pillows.
Both legs of the unfortunate man were
blown off on the "Col di I<ana" by a bomb.
Over his forehead and the deformed nose
there Is a large red scar. Kvery passerby
throws a piece of dirty paper money into
'he old crumpled soldier's cap, which shows
very peculiar brown stains.
At the corner of two busy streets of the
First district a motorcar stops from the
American Mission, surrounded by a lot of
crying little street l>oys. The little boys
are trying to climb all over the motorcar
and laughing and enjoying themselves thor
oughly. Smiling, the American chauffeur
allows the poor little ones to have their
game.
It Is now the hour In which the well
dressed people make their promenade
through the elegant part of the first dis
trict. !<adles In soft, well made dresses,
wrapped tip to the tips of their noses, rustle
by with light steps. Gentlemen, wearing
monocles and colored foreign uniforms, fol
low them. A young Italian officer comes
along; his great, dark eyes shine. To his
right arm clings a girl, not a girl from
y inny Italy; no. a real, veritable Viennese
glrly.
