It was well stocked with all things necessary to make the men comfortable.

It had a kitchen, reading rooms, and upstairs a chapel.

Two or three shells, however, had made their way into it, and the holes were covered with canvas.

The Mayor's house was on the other side of the street, and he had a young girl there as a servant, who kept the keys of the club.

The chaplain who moved away told me that this girl, when the town was being heavily shelled one day, saved the lives of some men who were lying wounded in the house, by carrying them on her back over to a place of safety in a farmhouse.
It was a deed that merited recognition, because she had to pass down the road which was then under heavy shell fire.