DISTRESSED FRANCE: MME. WADDINGTON'S APPEAL.
[To sax EDITOS cress "nrscrrros.•'] Sea,—I would like through your columns to ask for some help for our poor villages in the North of France. I should real ly say for the people of the villages, as in many cases nothing remains of the village but a heap of black, charred wood and ashes. There are hundreds of people without food, money, clothes, or shelter. Those whose houses have been only com- pletely pillaged, neither burnt nor bombarded, are among the fortunate ones. They have at least the four walls standing, and can sleep on straw. It is pitiful to see the procession of refugees, with their pale, pinched faces, and to feel that children are cold and hungry. People have been most generous in England, but no one who has not seen it can begin to understand the havoc and desolation left by the Germans wherever they have passed. I have such a kindly recollection of the generous way in which English people responded to any appeal for help the ten years I lived in London during my husband's Embassy that it encourages me to add my name to the hundreds who are asking for relief at thin time. Any con- tributions will be acceptable, money, clothes, or stuff. Money should be sent to Madame Waddington, o/c, MM. Morgan, Hades, It Cie., Si Boulevard Haus:mann, Paris. Cases or packages to the American Clearing House, 5 rue Francois I", Paris, with "pour l'ouvroir de Madame Wad- dington" in one corner of the ease.—I am. Sir, Sce.,
KART KING WADDINGTON,
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