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Updated: June 24, 2025
She looked appealingly at both of us and then drank. "Was your husband good to you?" asked Madame Guix. "Ah, yes, Madame." "Do you love him well enough to endure another sacrifice like a true wife and mother that you are?" "Yes." And then we told her that her baby bad gone gone to a brighter Country where war is unknown.
Some ammonia was held under his nose. This soon brought him around and after carefully sounding all his bones, Madame Guix decided that there were no fractures. And the bandaging began!
As I reached the door, someone touched me on the shoulder and an officer, pointing to the Red Cross armlet I was wearing, said: "Go to the hospital at once. We need your services. Wounded." "Very well, sir," I replied, and stepped inside. "Madame Guix! Madame Guix!" I called in the stairway from the shop.
The effect was altogether comic, and Madame Guix and I could not resist laughing much to the dismay of these poor souls who saw little amusement at being obliged to leave home scantily clad in night clothes. They passed on, without further comment, and the last man had hardly turned the corner when a scream coming from up the road drew us to our feet, and sent us running in that direction.
Madame Guix volunteered to teach them the rudiments of bandaging between two and five on the coming afternoons, and we would establish a roulement so that the little time that each disposed of might be properly and efficiently utilized. The drum beat and made the announcement, and at two the same afternoon we had the satisfaction of welcoming some twenty women.
Madame Guix grasped his wrist. "His pulse is good. Hold fast till I get my needle." The boy's lips parted and a familiar sound filled the room. "He's not fainted!" I gasped. "He's asleep! Snoring!" Poor little fellow, a bullet in the shoulder and one in the shin, and yet fatigue had overcome the pain!
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