l misfortunes which, in this
war, seem to be reserved for the young and gallant. She writes of it
in that manner both poignant and matter-of-fact that is so
characteristic of the French mother these days:

"I have just gone through a great deal of anguish on account of my
oldest son, who, as I told you, left the cavalry to enter the
chasseurs a pied at his request.

"The poor boy was fighting in the splendid (illegible) affair, and he
was buried twice, then caught by the stifling gases, his mask having
been torn off. He insisted upon remaining at his post, in spite of the
fact that he was spitting blood. Fortunately a lieutenant passed by
and saw him. He gave orders to have him carried away. As soon as he
reached the ambulance he fainted and could only be brought to himself
with the greatest difficulty. His lungs are better, thank God, but his
heart is very weak, and even his limbs are affected by the poison.
Many weeks will be required to cure him. I don't know yet where he
will be sent to be attended to, but of course I shall accompany
him.... The duc is always in the Somme, where the bombardment is
something dreadful. He sleeps in a hut infested with rats. Really it
is a beautiful thing to see so much courage and patience among men of
all ages in this country."

In the same letter she writes: "I am just about to finish my new Front
hospital according to the desiderata expressed by our President of the
Hygiene Commission. I hope it will be accepted as a type of the
surgical movable ambulances."

Before it was generally known that Roumania was "coming in" she had
doctors and nurses for several months in France in the summer of 1916
studying all the latest devices developed by the French throughout
this most demanding of all wars. The officials sent with them adopted
several of the Duchesse d'Uzes' inventions for the movable field
hospital.

She has never sent me the many specific details of her work that she
promised me, or this article would be longer. But, no wonder! What
time have those women to sit down and write? I often wonder they gave
me as much time as they did when I was on the spot.

THE DUCHESSE DE ROHAN

Before the war society used to dance once a week in the red and gold
salon of the historic "hotel" of the Rohans' in the Faubourg St.
Germain, just behind the Hotel des Invalides. Here the duchess
entertained when she took up her residence there as a bride; and, as
her love of "the world" nev