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The Clinton News Record, 1915-07-08, Page 7F you, want sugar that is abso- lutel p�t: 'k And as clean as when it left the re1nery, you can .depend oh getting it in• OriSiuftl 2-1b. and 5-1b, Sealed Cartons. 10, 20, 50 and 100.11b. Cloth Bags. "Canada's favorite Sugair for three Generations" CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., LIMITED, MONTREAL. 123 CHAPTER XXXVIL—(Cont'd). In short, our hero was in a most sullen and intractable mood. His heart was sorely wounded for he' had loved Leonora with all' the strength and passion of a noblenature. His sorrow for a time completely master- ed him. He said to himself that he could not bear to go back now. ' He. must wait a little longer, Then came De Vere with his strange story. NOW indeed all was ended, thought the hopeless lover. She was going away, and he would never even see her again, this bright- eyed,' soft -voiced girl who had 'stolen into his heart almost unawares, who had been so cruel to him, who had so lightly scorned him, and yet whom he loved with all the strong passion of his young manhood. Once or twice De Vere reiterated his advice that he shoeld go home and marry Lady Adele, but Lancaster only laughed miserably in his face. "What, with my heart and soul full of another woman? he said, bit- terly. "No, I can not do that much injustice to beautiful Lady Adele. -I respect her too much." Go where he would, do 'what he might,: the face he loved was ever befor his fancy. As the time drew near for her departure to America a strange longing took possession of him. He yearned to see the Iiving face of the girl once more, before the Wild waves of the blue Atlantic divid- ed them forever as widely as if the were in her grave and he in his. He had no longer, any bitterness or an- ger toward her in his heart since ho had learned of that sweet sorrow hidden hi her young breast—a' sorrow akin to his own. "I should like to see the man who was . so cold and hard that he could not love her," he said to himself. "He must be a stock or a stone indeed. Poor little' Leonora! I will go down to Lancaster and bid her good-bye and god-speedon her homeward way. There can be no harm in that. I. must see her once more, or I shall go mad with longing for her sweet, fair face and her soft voice. So in the first heat of sweltering July he went down to Lancaster Park, intent on sating his restless pain with one last look at the beloved face. CHAPTER XXXIX. - He thought himself very fortunate that when he crossed the grounds. of Lancaster and entered the house, ne one saw him. It was just what he wished. HIe went straight to the housekeep- er's room, and he found Mrs. West sitting alone in the little sitting -room, going over her account -book with a pen and ink. She rose in some per- turbation at the unexpected sight of the master of Lancaster Park. "I did not know you were in the house, my lord," she said. "I have just entered it," he replied. "Do not let me disturb you, Mrs. West. I came to see your niece." "Leonora?" she said, with some surprise. "Oh, dear! I ani very sorry, but she is not here;" and she wondered at the sudden paleness that overspread his face. "Not here?" he stammered. "Is she gone, them? I thought—I under- stood that you would ge with her to America." "Oh, yes, so I shall," she answered :'but she is not gone there yet. I.dicd not mean that. She will be here this evening." "Where is she now?" he asked, eagerly, ,and Mrs. West rdplied: 'She has* '' gone over to the Abbey ruins to make a sketch this morning." "Thank you," he said, and hurried out of the room with such precipit- ency that the good soul stared after `im in amazement 'and consternation. "Dear mei what has that poor child done now?" she thought, nervously. "It is a pity she ever came to Lan- caster Park. She has but a sorry time of it here. I almost wish` she had accepted Lieutenant. De Vere. It would have been such a grand match for her, and she, is too bright and pretty to remain in my station of life. I' wonder what Lord Lancaster can want with her. Is he going to scold her for anything she has done?" : Butwhile she propounded these un- easy questions.te herself, our hero was striding ticross the park and,lanes and fields toward the Abbey "funis, every other thoiiglit" swallowed up in the intense longing to see Leonora again. " His heart beat heavily as he came in sightof her, at lad, sitting. among the•green 'graves, as he had ween lien before, but not sketching usily now, for her drawing ;patertaleolay beside her on the' drawing and her head was bowed on hergrass, her saceleeve. hidden from sighton her black , "Poor child!" he thought, cornitas- sionately; "she has a sorrow to grieve over as well as I;" and he stepped softly, almost fearing to intrude upon the sacredness of her grief, yet loath to turn 'hack again, :for something drew him irresistibly to her side. The soft echo of his footstep in the grass startled her. She looked up quickly with a low cry. He saw tears upon her face, and her rosy lips were quivering like It child's. "Leonora!" he cried, and knelt down, impulsively by her side. She was so taken by surprise for a moment that she forgot to draw away the hands he caught daringly in his. She looked up at him, and said, with a catch in her breath: "I thought you were in London." "So I was until to -day; but I came down to bid you good-bye," he an- swered, feasting his hungry eyes unrestrainedly on the pale beauty of her lifted face. "Theo you knew that,I was going away?" she- asked. "Yes; I saw De Vero in town, He told me," he answered; and a pretty blush crept into her cheeks, and her lashes . fell. "And so " he went on, half smiling, "you refused my friend, in spite of all my advice to the con- trary?" Sho pulled her hands suddenly away. "Yes I refused him. Was it worth my while," with a stinging scorn in her voice, "to sell my body and soul for paltry gold?" "Nos you were right not to give the hand while your heart was an- other's," lin said, bending down to look into her face that suddenly grew burning crimson as she cried out, sharply: "Why do you say that? How dare you? Has Lieutenant De Vere told you—" "Yes, he has told me that you would not marry him because you loved an- other. He is a thrice happy man, who ever he may be, Leonora. How much I envy him -I neod not say," he said, earnestly, carried away by the pas- sion that filled him. She looked at him with her gray - blue eyes full of wonder. "You! Lady eedela's intended hus- band!" she said, bitterly. "I am not her intended husband," he answered. "Do you think I am less noble than you, Leonora? that I could wrong any one bygiving my handwithout my heart? No, I do not love Lady Adele, and I can never be her husband. Do you know what. I was doing up in London, child?" "How should. I know?" she answer- ed. "Well, I was trying to exchange into a regiment that is en route for India. I am going to throw over the twenty thousand a year and run away from England and my pain." "You are?" she said, drawing a long breath and gazing at him with dilated, wondering eyes. "But, why, Lord Lancaster?" "Can you ask me why?" he asked, bitterly. "Yes, because I can not understand at all why your are going to India. What pain is it you are running away from?" He started and looked at her keen- ly. Was it possible that she did not guess? Had she misunderstood him all along? His heart beat with a sudden hope. "I am fleeing from that misery that the poet has put into immortal .dog- gerel " he said. "Have you never heard of it, Leonora? The pain which is 'Of all the pains the greatest pain To love and not be loved again? She looked , at him with a new, strange light in her soft eyes that made his heart boat tumultuously. "Yes, I have heard of it," she said; "but I did not know that you were a victim to its pangs. Who is it that you love, Lord Lancaster?" "Is it possible you do not know?" he asked; and the he saw that her eyes were shining with hope, and her whole graceful form trembling. He took the small hands againinto his, and she did not offer to take them away. "I will make a compact with you, Leonora," he said. If I tell you whom I love, will you then tell meto whom you have given your heart?" "Yes, I will tell you" she replied, with a soft, sweet laugh. "Listen then," he said. "'I have 'been in love with you, Leonora, ever since that first day I saw you in New, York." . "Anel I with you," she answered, glowing with happy blushes. "My darling! he cried, and caught her in his arms and pressed her to his beating heart. "Then why have ;you been so cruel to me all the time?" "Beeaube I thought you were going Ito marry Lady Adele,and I was so jealous and unhappy tat I mi'siinder- stood you all the while," Leonora eon- +fessed,; with shy frankness. • CHAPTER XL. "Lady Lancaster will be very an- gry with us, Will she not?" asked Leonora, lifting her head' from ':his breast, where it had been resting a few silent, happy moments, "I have no doubt she will," he re- plied, with supreme indifference to his aunt's wrath. "She will not give you any of her money, I suppose?" pursued the girl. "No, not a penny, S am sure. But we can do without it can we not love?" he asked, fondly, "Butwill you never regret .`that you chose me instead of Lady Adela and your aunt's fortune? Can you bear poverty for my sake?" "I shell never regret anything, and for the rest I shall never knew that 1 am,poor. Having you, my darling, I. shalllways deem myself rich," he answered, fondly caressing her, "And you Will never be ashamed of me?" anxiously. ' "Never, my darling." ' "Nor of poor Aunt West who is only the housekeeper at Lancaster Park?" Then indeed lie winced,,hut only for a moment, and he answered, bravely.: "She belongs to you Leonora, and sheds, besides a good and worthy woman. I shall not be ashamed of her, but she„must not serve at the Park any more; she shall be raised to a position befitting the aunt of the future Lady Lancaster.,” "She will leave the Park to -mor- row. We are going to London for a week, then we sail for New York," said Leonora, "Is my bride going to leave me so soon?" he whispered, fondly. "Yes; but she will come back when you come to, New York for her," an- swered Leonora, ,with a blush and a smile. "That will be in a very short while, then. But why go at all, darling? Couldn't we be married right away?" "Without my trousseau? No, sir, thank you. Besides, my aunt and I have some business to attend to in New York, and I want her to see my native Iand and appreciate it." "When may I come after you, then, my darling? In September 7" "Oh, dear, no!" "October?" "No, indeed—that is, I will ask Aunt West," remurely. "I shall not wait a day longer than October, miss, Do you hear that?" , . i he says, Iaughing, but in earnest,for he says to himself, thoughtfully, The darling has no one but Mrs. West to take care of her, and the sooner she ieer."s married and settled, the better for l You begin to play the tyrant soon," laughs the happy betrothed. "In -revenge for the way you have pli treesated me alt this while," he re - And then he adds, with a •sterner light in his handsome blue eyes: "I am going to take you home now, Leonora, and presentyou to Lady Lancaster as my promised wife. Are you willing, my darling?" "I have no objection," she answer- ed, for Leonora, being but human, thought she would rather enjoy this triumph over her enemy. So they went back to the house, and Lancaster led his love to the li- brary, where one of the servants had told him Lady Lancaster was sitting with Mrs. West, going over,the house- keeping books of the latter. They opened the door and entered. My lady stared at the pair in horror for a moment, then she rose majestic- ally to her feet and struck her gold - headed cane upon the floor with a re- sounding thump. "So you are come home at• lastl" she cried. "But what does this mean? Why have you brought this imper- tinent minx into my presence?" "Perhaps you will speak more re- spectfully of Mies West when I tell you that she is my promised wife, and the future Lady of Lancaster," her nephew answered, sternly. "The Lady of Lancaster! Whatl do you mean that you have sacrificed all your future prospects for this low -born and penniless girl ?" cried my lady, growing purple in the face and actually foaming at lips with fury. "I have sacrificed nothing and I have secured my future happiness by my betrothal," Lord Lancaster an- swered, proudly, The old lady stared at him speech- less with rage for a few seconds, then she struck her cane violently -upon the floor again, and burst out with concentrated wrath: "Then hear me, you blind, besotted fool! You think you have played me a fine trick, but I'll have my revenge, be sure of thatl Not a dollar of my money shall ever go to you! I will leave it all to the next of kin. And you, Clive Lancaster, may go on earn- ing your beggarly pittance in the army, and your wife may take in sol - diets washing, w s and your children g, Y starve or beg, but I will never throw you -a crust to keep you from starving nor a rag to keep .you from freezing!" An indignant retort 'rose to the young man's lips, but before he could speak Leonora's sweet, clear voice rang out upon the silence: "I hope,LadyLancaster, that nei- ther myself,. my husband, nor my children -may. be reduced. to the dire necessity you anticipate. I shall per- suade Captain Lancaster to leave the army and live at Lancaster Park. IIe can well afford to do so without your money, for I am as rich as you are." ' :Oh, Leonora!" cried her aunt, dis- mayed. "Yes, clear aunt," cried the glee dauntlessly, "1 am not the poor, de- pendent girl you and every one else thought me. My father made his for- tune in California. He was very )wealthy, and he left me his whole fortune, with the excerption of a leg- acy to yourself that will keep you in luxury all your life." "But whydid you let us think that you were poor, my dear?" exclaimed the good soul. Leonora laughed gayly, in spite of her enemy's angry, wondering face. "I did not exactly let you," ' she said. "You see, you all took it, for granted, and I did not contradict it, for," with a shy glance into her lov- ers face, I wanted to see if any one would love me for myself alone, and I am richly rewarded; for "'He does not loveInc for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fah•; He loves me for my own true worth, And that -is well—' " Lady lt,ancaster, could have killed. her for her brilliant triumph, but she Was powerldss to ".do anything het carry out her angry threats% so she 'tetired ftofn the scene and went to her dower house, where she actually adopted a'scoin of the house of Lan- caster and made him the heir to her wealth; but this lad was too young to' Marry the earl's daughter, so the dowagei•,never had that honor in the fail+34 But her spleen and venom passed harmlessly and unheeded over the heads of L,'ord Lancaster and his fair Leonora, for, m the far-famed lan- guage of the story -book; "they were married and live happily ever after- ward," TIIE END. ISA MOST WONDERFUL MAN GREAT TRIBUTE TO THE BRI- TISII SOLDIER. A Great Scottish Preacher and His Impreasione of Thomas Atkins. To fill a church on Sunday that is usually, empty is a great enough tri- bute to the preacher's power; but to fill the General Assembly of the Church, of .Scotland on a Saturday forenoon, when It is invariably empty, is a tri- bute greater still. And that was Dr, Wallace Williamson's' triumph, for it had gone abroad that he was to tell of his experiences at the front, from which he had just returned the'day the Assembly opened. Dr. McClymont, convener of the Army and Navy Chaplain's Commit- tee—himself the hardest working of chaplains -gave in his report, show- ing that seventy-one Presbyterian chaplains were on ... service at the front, of whom thirty-six were minis- ters of the Church of Scotland. There had been an extraordinary de- sire on the part of our ministers to serve in one capacity oranotherf, because the war hadmade such a tre- mendous appeal to the national con- science and the national honor, and they had had many testimonies to the efficiency and acceptability of their Scottish chaplains: The "Happy Warrior." Here are some of the most telling sentences in Dr. Williamson's oration: • "IIe had met Sir John French in days of peace; he,liad"stood beside him at the opening of a little church hall when they were singing together from the Scottish paraphrases; he met the little quiet man some months later in the middle of a political cri- sis, when he said he had had the worst twenty-four hours of his life. (Callander and the Curragh). Since then many twenty-four hours had passed, and the man he saw that day of his interview was the same quiet man,' but transfigured, bright, clean, confident, the perfect picture of the `happy warrior.' IIe stood for the core and the brain of the British army, and the core and the brain wore sound. Remember Belgium. "He had addressed a thousand men ready to go .straight to battle—men of their Scottish regiments. 'May the blessing of God be with you as it was with your fathers. I bless you in the name of the Lord.' And as they marched off there was a lull for a moment, and it quiet man in khaki standing by said, with a clear ring in his voice, 'Remember Belgium.' It was themosteloquent speech he had ever heard," Brave and Uncomplaining. "The British soldier was the most wonderful man on earth at this mo- ment. In • peace he was the most cheerful of souls, in suffering uncom- plaining, in death brave and simple and calm. "At Ypres four shells had been dropped on the party—three ordinary ones, said an officer, for the soldiers, and a high explosive one for the Scots Moderator. "His impressions /night be summed up in this—the most intense admira- tion dmiration for the bravery of their soldiers, the most intense admiration for the devotion of the nurses and doctors and chaplains, and great thankfulness for the quiet confidence of their lead- ers. Give John French men and mu- nitions, and John French will give you victory and peace. (Loud cheers). Through War to Peace. e used togive to a great He v nt gathering' of soldiers which he had attended the message to remember that there was only one way -to peace. It was through the blood-stained path of war, They were the peacemakers, and the Master had said, 'Blessed are the peacemakers.' He shed his blood for the peace of: the world. These soldiers were also giving their•, lives, and they had a humble right to claim their share in that promise." 'Ile Didn't Pay. Tailor—"When will you pay me that bill ?" Smithkins—"Upon my soul, you re- mind me of my little nephew." Tailor—"I do'? Why?„ Smithkins—"Because you ask quos tions that, for the life of me, I can't answer!" • He Sgccumbed. "A .couple,” said Nies. Simpkins, "got married a few days agoafter a courtship which had lasted fifty years." "I suppose," replied Mr. Simpkins, "the poor old man had become too feeble to hold out' any longer." • IKid Talk. Bessie—"We's dot a new baby up at. our house," • Dollie—"We don't neod. one. We dot a piano." . r , Over half. the'newupapers publish- ed in the world are printed , in the, English language, There are 1,3669 Austrians and Hun- garians, 1,027 Germans, Mid 692 Turks; in the French Army., ;FRENCH WOMAN` AVIATOR WAS CHASED BY A.. T'AUBE AIRSHIP' iieleno Dutrlen is probably the only woman aviator wlio has participat- ed in the present war. Her aeroplane was chased In pita -air by a German Taube. This woman took part in the aerial defence of Paris, but site is now in the tufted • States. About the Household i Dainty Dishes. Banana Pie.—Mix one egg and the yolk of another. Add one cupful of sugar, two tablespoonfuls flour, a lit- tle butter, a scant cupful milk and a banana mashed fine. Bake ,in one erust and use white of egg for frost- ing on top. Waldorf Salad.—Peel and slice two largo apples. Cut into dice. Use the same amount of celery and add • a handful of walnut meats chopped fine. Pour over a rich mayonnaise dress- ing and serve in a large punch bowl garnished with lettuce leaves. Potato Soup Pare four raw pota- toes and cut in cubes. Add water to fill the pan or chafing dish. Cook un- til the potatoes are soft. Put in a few slices of onion, season with salt and pepper. Strain before serving. Creamed Ham.—Chep fine one cupful of ham and mix in four table- spoonfuls of grated cheese. ' Melt one and a half tablespoonfuls butter and blend with equal amount of flour. Put in a pan and stir slowly a cup- ful' and a half sweet mills. Season with a little salt and pepper. Lay in the ham and stir until- the cheese is melted. Cream Sponge.—Dissolve one and a half tablespoonfuls of granulated gelatin in two tablespoonfuls cold water. Beat in two cupfuls cream until stiff. Fold in one-half cupful powdered sugar. Add the . gelatin and beat a few minutes. until well mixed. Flavorwitha teaspoonful of vanilla. Turn into a mold and set in ice box until cold. Celery in Butter Sauce. —Wash three bunches of celery and cut in good size pieces. Boil in salted wa- ter until tender and drain. Beat the yollcs of four eggs and add one-half cupful of the cooled water in which the celery was cooked. Season with two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, one-half teaspoon salt and a dash of cayenne. Cook in a double boiler un- til thiels and add one-half cupful of butter—using a little at 'a time. Ar- range the celery on a hot dish and cover with the sauce. Butterless, Eggless, Milkless Cake. This is excellent in spite of its economy. It is made by boiling to- gether for five minutes one cupful each of sugar and water, two cupfuls of raisins, one-third cupful of lard, one-third teaspoonful each of powder- ed cloves and nutmeg,' one teaspoon- ful of powdered cinnamon and a pinch of salt. This must boil five minutes after it begins to bubble. Let cool and add one tablespoonful of soda dissolved in a little warm water and two cupfuls of flour sifted with one-half teaspoonful of baking pow- der. Barco in shallow tin, as the finished sheet of cake should not be more than one and one-half inches thick. Bake three-quarters of an hour in very slow oven, Drinks for Hot Weather. The first warm days are apt to bring with them a loss of appetite and; an .increase of thirst. So cool drinks served" with luncheon, or in places of afternoon tea, are very ac- ceptable. However,, it is often difficult to think of a variety of soft drinks, and o old one is apt to tall i ack n the o standbys -cold tea and lemonade. Here are a few suggestions to help out the housekeeper. Grape juice is an excellent founda- tion for a variety of delicious drinks and has the advantage of being healthful. It is much more econo- mical to put up your own grape juice each year, but if u y have not done this a case of small bottles' does not come high. Grape juice and limes make one of the most deliciously cooling of sum- mer drinks. Pour into a tall glass three or four fingers of grape juice, add the juice of ,two limes and a slice of peel; fill the glass with water to taste—I sparkling water is prefer able—and serve ice cold. Grape juice and lemonade makes a good combination, and ice cold grape juice and vichy makes a very refresh- ing chink. A ginger ale and cold tea punch is a novel drink that is very good. Sweeten half. a .pitcher of ,'cold tea, add the juice of a lemon and several sprigs of mint. Keep on ice, and at the last minute pour in a bottle of ginger ale. This should not stand before serving, as the ginger ale will lose its sparkle. A rather strong and not too sweet ginger ale should be used for this punch. Iced cafe ou Iait is the best drink to serve if the luncheon is very light, and a little extra nourishment is wanted. To make is properly — and it seldom is made properly—it should be carefully blended, mixing the cof- fee and milk well together and sweetening to taste. It is better, if possible, to use a sugar syrup to sweeten it. Stand on the ice until ready to serve, and then add a little thick cream to each glass and enough cracked ice to fill the glass. For the sweeter varieties of soft drinks, milk shakes and fruit syrups may be used. To make a milk shake fill a glass two-thirds full of milk; sweeten it to taste with any fruit or with a lit- tle of some strained preserve if you have not the syrup, Fill the glass with cracked ice and shake together until well mixed. Fruit syrups can be made from strawberries, raspberries, cherries or currants. Cook a quart of fruit with a pint of ,water until well softened, then strain and press out the juice through a heavy cloth. When cold, sweeten and dilute to taste, and serve in tall glasses filled with cracked ice. IMPRESSIONS OF A 3 WOMAN ON WAR Mary Roberts Rinehart, the fore- most writer of mystery stories of the day, and after Mrs. Freeman (nee Wilkins) and Edith Wharton the most brilliantcontributor to American literature that the softer sex has made in a generation, admits that she holds a strong brief for the English. She does not pretend to write as a neutral, but as a woman who feels the kinship between Americans anti British, and who prays for the down- fall of Germany. She was accorded •the rare privilege some weeks ago of a chat with Sir John French and a tour through the British lines in Flan- ders, far enough back from the front to make the trip safe, and yet close. enough to enable her to give readers a graphic account of what the fight- ing is like. Both at the front and in England she was impressed by the restrained, earnest, determined and unassuming attitude of the British people. As far as the army is con- cerned, -she says: !`It has fought, as the English will always fight, with unequalled heroism, but without heroics." The British Soldier: Of the British soldier she says: , "After nine months of.warthc British army is as smart, in a military sense,' as tidy—if it will forgive me the word—as well ordered, as efficiently cared for, as the German army was in the beginning. ?artily this is due to its splendid equipment. Mostly it is due to that fetich of the British sol- dier—wherever he may be'—personal neatness. Behind the lines he is jaunty, cheerful, sma •t r beyond belief. .11e hates the trenches, not pecauso they are dangerous or monotoiaous, Ibut because it is difficult to take a bath -in them. He is four days in and four days out. On his days out he drills and marches to get back into condition after the forced lnertion of the trenches. And he :gets his hale trimmed. There is something about the appearance of the British soldier lin the field that got me by the throat. Perhaps, because they are, in a sense, ,my own people, speaking my tongue, looking at things from a view point I could under stand. The Flower of the Empire: "But it was more than that. 'These Men and boys are volunteers, the very flower of England. They march along the- roads, leans well up, thousands of thein. What a tragedy for the country that gives then up! Who will take their places'?—these splen- did Scots, with their picturesque cos- tumes, their bare muscular legs, their great shoulders; the cheery Irish, sw;aggecing a bit and with a twinkle in their blue eyes; these tall, young, English boys, showing race in every line; ,these clashing Canadians, se finis pressive that their every appearance tn a'.London street was certainto set the crows to cheering? . Every man in the British army to -day hat counted the cost, . Ile is there becaulio he elected' to be there. He is going to stay by until the thing is done of he is. , He says very little about. it, He is rather matter of fact indeed, and nonchalant as long as things are clone fairly, i3ut there le nothing calm about his attitude when his ops ponent hits below the belt,' It was a sense of fait play as well as human- ity that made England rise to the cal of Belgium, It is England's sense of fair play that makes her soldiers and sailors go white with fury at the drowning of women and children and non-combatants." At the Front. After considerable planning, M.S. Rinehart was able to get to the head- quarters of the British army hi France. She was aimed with the eeighest credentials, but she feared that at the last moment she might be politely turned back. Of the general staff the first she met was General I•Iuguet, who is called the liason, of link, between the British and French ermies. She found him most sours teous, Sir John French was not at home, but she was invited by Colonel Brinsley'Fitzgerald, his aide-de-camp,' to lunch. Afterward she was taken Wee various netts of the encamp- iiient, and later on was brought bath to meet the British Commander -in - Chief. She was tremendously im- pressed with the great British soldier, A Chat with French. She thus describes him: "A man of middle height, squarely and compact- ly built, he moves easily. He is very erect, and his tanned face and grey hair are in strong contrast. A square and determined jaw, very keen blue eyes, and a humorous mouth—that is my impression of Sir John French." Since he was not to bo interviewed Mrs. Rinehart is not permitted to tel{ of the matters they discussed, but he spoke openly of his admiration for the French general, Foch, of the courage of the Indian troops, and of the marvellous spirit all the British troops had shown under the adverse weather conditions prevailing. er It is a pity there are not more cor- respondents with the gifts and in- fluence possessed by Mrs. Rinehart permitted bo penetrate to the front, and bring back to British people everywhere the cheering news which only reaches them now through neu- tral publications. 34 "Tom out of work again? Why, I thought he had a steady job!" "Oh, the job was steady; Tom wasn't!" Russia has a higher birth-rate than any other country; New Zealand has I --ewer the lowest death -rate. Russian' peasant women have, on an average, from six to twelve chil- clren each, of whom about half sur- vive, MED. 61921 OARS[ 11Z11i5 • 5 gar Home Jam -Makers This hint. may Save your alma ! 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