Why I Wear a White Ribbon.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 9823, 24 July 1900, Page 5

Why I Wear a White Ribbon.

"All the golden glory of a southern sun was darkness to a tender mother's heart, for baby had disappeared. Two hours of most thorough "searching had failed to find him ia house or grounds, and hope had given place to agony and fear. " We were hurrying through the crowded street, bent on errands for the King, when our progress was suddenly stopped by such a tiny speck of manhood. Baby feet, little first pants, halo of golden hair —this was the vision that flung itself upon us to arrest our attention, and then, with great tears making mud furrows down the rounded cheeks, and many sobs choking the little voice, he said, ' I'm all—all losted, please. My mamma wears that little white fing,' pointing a chubby finger at our white ribbon, ' Will- will 'oo find me to her ?' "We gathered the little mite in our arm*, and in the name of our snow white bond of union, promised to " find him to her," but in spite of multiplied questions and undivided attention, two full hours passed before we were able to put the lambkin in his mother's arms, and then— joy ! " He had been taught fear of the but had learned confidence in the ribbon because mamma wore it. " Dear hearts, perhaps some mother's gi own-up boy may be lost to-night, and the sight of that little blood washed life-

line may bring him safely into port. ' For God and homes' keep your white ribbons in sight." —By Dr. Carolyn Geisel, U.S.A.