famines. This project was approved later on, and thanks to it the lives of millions of people have been saved. But the Geneva committee rejected it at the time. And in the year 1875 Dunant once more vanished from sight. No one knew where he had gone or how he lived. All that is known of him is that he disappeared for fifteen years, and it is believed that he lived under an assumed name. Then one day some of the children of the village of Heiden, among the villages of the Alps, told the village schoolmaster that they had seen a very old man with a black cap on his head and a long white beard, who used to watch them at play and speak to them with all tenderness. The young teacher, whose name was William Sonderegger, set about searching out the man's secret, and invited

him to his house — and how great was his astonishment when it became clear to him that his guest was none other than Henri Dunant!

Not long afterwards an interna-tional congress of the Red Cross Society was held in Rome. William Sonderegger sent a message to the congress, to be read to the delegates: "The founder of the Red Cross is not dead, and he is in dire want." Dunant's name began once more to run through Europe, and gifts came pouring in upon the village of Heiden from all parts of the world. The Swiss Chamber of Deputies voted the man a grant, and coins were struck in his name. The Dowager Empress of Russia decreed him a pension for life; Prussia conferred upon him the Order of the Crown, Portugal the Order of Christ, and

France the Cross of the Legion of Honor. In 1910, being then seventy-three years of age, Dunant received the Nobel Peace Prize. He revived once more, but money no longer had any value in his eyes. After paying the debts he owed to those of his creditors whose whereabouts were known, he gave what remained to the charitable societies. He went on living on five francs a day in his clean, sunny room in the paupers' hospital at Heiden, and died in 1910 at the age of eighty-two. His funeral was held without ceremony, as he had directed, and he was buried in the city of Zurich, where his Swiss countrymen keep watch over his grave and visit it at fitting seasons, to honor the memory of their great fellow citizen — that man of goodness in whom all the world has a share.