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Eie s near o ce o OnCt ie "It is not that danger that I am think ing of." the young preacher returned uqickly and agitatedly. "I can take care of myself.in that way, with God‘s help. ‘Dke man, whoever he may be,. that wants my life will find it hard to kill one who stands on the threshold of such joy and cuch honor as marriage mwith you will ‘bring to me. I am on my guard now; he will not firy poison again, and if he atâ€" tacks me in any other way I shall fight hard. It is from your_side that the blow which I am dreading w fall if it should fall at all. Of.course, I may be mistaken. L bray Heaven that it may he so. If, perâ€" haips, it is becauso of my ily Jmess that sudden alarm and fear nao. <uiltee Rouaug s d ic elts c en e n hi 0 love, why nct? A soft sweet smile illumined the girl‘s face then as che turned it more fully back to the lamplight and to him. "Surely, Br.am, you are not afraid that anything could part us now?" she said in eumor‘ise, and _ with tender reproach, "Surely you are not afraid of that?â€" Why, we have faced already all the opposition that could possibly rige up against us. How can we fear anything newâ€"that is, provided Qod keeps you eafe? On that side, of course, we have something to fear. B:u"g i'? that lies our only danger." _ anuioes ceatedinn. on a 62 5. C "Clhir‘etine, you must choose the day be:â€" foro I let you ¢o," Brian Hardy repeated fevershly, while his detaining hand held beek the gir‘ he loved from the open decnmnvay towards which she had boen has: tening. His hold was very gentle, but at the same time finm, with an iron firmness. He went on »peaking, quickly and pasâ€" sicaately. "Christine, I have a presentiâ€" ment that this errand of your mother‘s whatever it may conmcern, means sorrow to vou and me. L/do not know why (I thisk so. I only krow that the thought has carted into my mind, and that | am afraid. 1t will make me happier, a thou: sand times hanpier, if I Euow once and fer all on what day we two can say to each other those words which will make it impcâ€"sible for any human power to part 10. ‘Let us thinkâ€"tk3 is New Year‘s Eive:; chail itâ€"our marrageâ€"be on tho 221d »:;E1 January? Say yes, Christine. Oh, Mn mene s e Chriciine Dare looked_ in amazemont from Mis. Wirslon to Bian. Then â€" ghe moyed towards the doorway of the tent. "I had botter go alone," she said. "Cbn‘stine!"‘ Brian Hardy had rushed to her os if he would hold her back. "Chrisâ€" tine, belore_ you go, choose the day that whall be cur wedding day," he panted. He ‘wan not ctrong yet, and sudden emotion had made him feel his weakness. "It must be coonâ€""a three weeke‘ timo. Tell _ me whait day it shall be. I have a sudden xcccâ€""imeris that if I do not ask you now fsh:ll never be able to ask you again!" his bre c pale chec and her â€" the winto He began to walk anxiously up and down the trodden earth floor. "Mr. Wimâ€" polo Sturgecs was talking to me about mysel{ and my future this morning," he said ajiter another interval of silence, broken only by the sound of the heavyâ€" hearted ginl‘s doep sobbing. ‘‘He said that as today was New Year‘s Eve he felt he had a right to tell me what was in his heart concerping me. I told him that he moizht cay to me anything that he pleasâ€" od; how should he not do so when he is my guandlan and the man to whom I owe everythingâ€"evon â€" my very life, for I stould surely have died of starvation f he bad not rescued mme and fed and eduâ€" coted me. And, he caidâ€"listen, Christine! â€"le cald that it ssaned to him that I was woil_ng mmy ex‘sterce, and that for my Gua sike, os well on for yours, I ought to nut an end to this life of wandering and preaching. and helping those who eoanel belp themsolves. He said that the time hss now ccme for me to set up in pract.ce ts a doâ€"to;. for the purpose ro% merely of earning a bare livelihood, Bbut oi bulding up my cwn personal forâ€" tuore. . o further said that as his interâ€" t."Ta me was great, he was willing to soond a lazge sum of money in buying for me a practce in â€"a West ‘End district, where my success would be centain." _ Ey this time Christine had lifted he? "Christine! Christine!" he appealed to her. ‘"Dearest, look at me! Do you want to break my heart? It is half broken Alâ€" ready with the thought that I have let you work too hard and too continuallyâ€" that I have let you see sightsâ€"you should not see, and hear words whose infamous memory must poison your whole life. I have let you wear yourself out and ruin your cplendid health; your thinness, your palencis are a terrible reproach to meâ€" a more terrible reproach than any words could be. Your face has altered so during these past few months that it is hardly like the came face as that which won my worship years ago, and whoce beauty was so radiant, so glowing, when first you came and joined hands with me as, my helper.. And it is I who have been the causo of this change! Oh, my darling, my darling. can you*ever forgive mie? Shall I ever be able to forgive myself?" â€" ) "Did not Mre. Winston tell you? I hayve ibeen nunsing a dying child. It died. an hour ago. The poor little thing was only six years old. Its illness was caused.â€"by & brutal kick from its drunken father: That is murder, surely, as truly as_if he had token up a knife and staibbed. the boy." She dreow a deep breath.. "Oh, Brian, what cruelty and misery there are in this world! I never know this beforé â€"I never dreamt of it , beforeâ€"fout. now thet I am in the midet of itâ€"now ‘that I seeâ€"â€"" She had sumk on to one of the hard, wocden chaire, and now she leaned her tired head down upon the deal table, and brcke inrto a paesion of bitter tears and wild, choking sobs. Brian Hardy bent over her in alarm, trying to raise her head and cee and kiss hor tearâ€"wet, hidâ€" den face. "Oh, my heart‘s dcsire, how ill youlock! Hew pale and worn and suffering! Where ‘have you been toâ€"day? What were you idoing that you could nct come here eat" lier to welcome me?" 3 Minutes passed in which noâ€" further mwoend was spoken. The two whoâ€" loved only‘looked into each other‘is face. It was the man who brcke that throk/bing 51â€" leace at last. B CHAPTER V.â€"(Continued) The Dbarkest Hour:; CHAPTER VI of my bodily wgakmess and fear have come to Or, The Hope That Still Lived. ‘‘No, dear child, I have not forgotten," Lady Dare replied quickly. "I meant what I said then. I meant it so keenly that I have since been trying to persuado wour father to regard Brian Hardy as a man wonthy of you. But since then things ‘"Mother!" she exclaimed reproachfully. There had been a touch of indignation mingled with the reproach. "I thought you knew that it is too late now to try to turn my heant from Brian Hardy. Have you fongotten what you said when â€"we stcod by his bedside in that miserable. terrible hour when it seemed more likely Ithat he would die than live? Have you fongotten how you said to me then t.!;rat if he lived you would never try to turn him from me egain?" Christine locsed her clasp of her moâ€" ther‘s trembling figure and drew back, straightening herself to uprightness. The shadow upen her young and lovely face had deepened and danrkened. ‘"Mother, something terrible has hap pened. I knew it as soon as I saw your face. Is my father ill? Or has the bad news something to do with Ronald? Have you found him?" Lady Dare made an effort to stifle her sobs. ‘"‘No. It has nothing to do with Ronâ€" ald," she answered quickly. She lifted her wet blue cyes, and it seemed to Christine that for the first time in her Tife she sAwW finching fear in them and a strange, ctartling shame. And the griefibroken voice went orâ€"‘What I have come here to say to you concerns yourself, Christine. I have come to tell you that circumstances have arisen which must compel vyou to give up all idea of marrying Mr. Hardy, and instead to renew that promise to Lord Southpont which you gave him once belfore, and which you broke when this young preacher most unfortunately came actoss your path." Un an instant, Christine‘s arms were again clasped arourd her, and the daughâ€" ter‘s white, tired face was bent close to the equally white and more pitifully hagâ€" gurd face of the delicate, semiâ€"invalid moâ€" ther, whose once charming prettiness had almost depanted from her during the last ifew months. He went out clumsily, falling over tho numerous things that in this cramped litâ€" tle place were unavoidably in the way of a man‘s strides.. Lady Dare made no deâ€" mur to his going. It was evident that the talk she wished to have with her daugh: ter was of a highly important charactor. Left alone with Christine, she sank down on the plain wooden bench that ran along ibelow the windows on one side of the somewhat curiously furnished little inâ€" temior, and burst into a storm of wild, deâ€" spairing sobu. "You needn‘t say ‘us,‘‘‘ objected the Earl of Yoxford‘s gon and heir, in a voice which struck her as rather brighter than she had expected his voice would be. "I‘ve come only to see youâ€"and, of counse, to accompany your mother. And now I think I‘ll go out and walk up and down over the snow a bit until you and your mother have got your business over. It‘ll be whâ€" ominably cold outside, of courseâ€"what awful places thece hideous northern eubâ€" urbs cf London are!lâ€"but your mother thinks she‘ll get on better with you alone than with me making a third." ‘Lord Southport! How do you do? Mrs. Winston did not tell me that you were here," she said, forcing herself to smile in _spite of the sharp anxiety which hetr mother‘s aspect had aroused in her. "It is very kind of you to pay up this New Year‘s Eve visit." At this moment her eye caught the figâ€" ure of a man seated at the farther end of the interior of the caravan, at a epot where the feeble yellow rays of the comâ€" mon oil lamp suspended from the centre of the roof did not fall upon him. Loosâ€" ing her clasp of her mother, she went toâ€" wards him. Lady Dare, usually so coft and gentle in her movements, was stumbling awkâ€" wardly, blindly, and desperately to and fro in the interior of the caravan. A single glance at her face to‘d Christine that comething of a very grave nature must have bappened. Too often during the past six months ehe had seen her moâ€" ther‘s delicate face shadowed with trouble and with anxiety; but she had never be: fore seen it clouded as it was, clouded now. And the sight of it sent through her beins the chill of a new vague fear. neale en revell n e dn on e oc e eacee t mnd n leante e "Mother!‘ she cried in a tone which be trayed her alarm, "Mother, what is it?" He sank down on to a chair bâ€" the table and, burying his head in his hands, offerâ€" ed silently to Heaven a deep, uprising flood . of . thankegiving; thanksgiving for his "ife first, and thenâ€"more deep and humble and passionate stillâ€"thanksgiving for her "I mwonder if it is a sin to love her like this?" he asked himself aloud in the siâ€" lence of the tent. Then he loosed his clasp of her, and let her go through the moonlight and acrcss the snow to where her mother waited for her. .He watched her cross the nnowâ€" covered grass. How upright her young figâ€" ure was in spite of its fatigue, and how gracefully sh> moved! % Over the tired haggardness of her oweet, young face there had shone cudden! a light of joy and of hope so wonderfu{ 0 sciftly radiant, that the man whom she had bloesed with the promise of the richâ€" est gift that a woman can give could alâ€" most have knelt before her in the flood of his paesionate devotion. "God bles you. now and a‘ways, and God teach me how to be worthy of you, and how to make you happy, amd how to love you always as you should be loved," he said unsteadily. "Yes. I will give you my promise to marry you on the twentysecond; this is, unless my mother should have some grave reason for objecting to our wedding takâ€" ing place on that day." "If I love you, Briah?" She put up het ‘thin armsâ€"anms still rounded, and beautiâ€" ful, but tco slender now adfter the months of hard toil and harder anxiety which had weakened herâ€"and, clasping her hands about his reck, drew his face down closer still to her own. Of her own free will then she kigsed him. "Can you doubt any more now that L love you, Brian?" she asked him in a soft, trembling whis: She waited a moment before eaying any more. And yet her lips moved. Was she praying inwardly for guidance in answer ing his pleading? At the end of a moment she spoke again very roftly. Mrs. Winkten had gone out again into the night, and Brian took the woman he loved into his arms, and, holding her close against his heart, drew back her tired head until it rested upon his shoulâ€" der. His downâ€"bent eyes, as well as his low, eager voice entreated her. He thought how the weight of the thick coils of her sunny, rippling hair must make her head droop yet more heavily when loes of sleep and the close air of rooms where poâ€" verty and sicknees sat had tried her onte splendid strength until she came home exâ€" hansted as toâ€"night. _ ~Christine, Christine, if indeed you love me, tell me now! I cannot wait till tc" motrciw. Something within me seems to warn me that I must not walt until toâ€" morrow..â€"Tell me now. Oh, my love, my love, why â€"will you not? Are you afra‘d iof being too happy?" se per. CUSCp DRRUIC POVIOTOWINC MRV ITSNT ©‘Why, I shall come back to you here in ten»aminutes, bringing my mother with me,>Ghristine roturned, r.sing up as best whe could against the deadly fatigne which overpciwered her, so that she might lsugh a liittle silvery laugh of soothing re: assurance. "You must not give way to ‘these thoughts, Brian. They will make you l again. And as for the daysâ€"I shall be T})}e toâ€"think about it better to morâ€" PCw "Say that our marriage shall be on the 22nd of January. Promise me this, Chrie: tine, if indsed you love me." f me like this without carseâ€"or ccemngly without cauce. But even if it be so, I still ack sou to tell me the day for our wed ‘dingz before you leave me now." «*"‘Why, I shall come back to you here in CHAPTER VII ) There is always quite a large class in every nation, who want to see trouble, but these howlers for revenge are generally the last to enlist when the trouble comes. They glory in trouble and contention, but they want somebody else to make it and to suffer the consequences. They are of the mole variety of heroes, ever ready to throw bricks when concealed from danger by the people surrounding them. Happily that class is not very strong in this country. In this country among a certain class, there is a suspicion that unâ€" fortunately amounts almost to a hope that this protest holds a proâ€" mise of war between the two counâ€" tries. The despatches also indicate that the protest is arousing keen interâ€" est across the waters, as the matter is being widely discussed in the public press. As indicating the deep interest involved, a special meeting of the British Cabinet has been called to consider the protest, and this morning‘s papers declare the Cabinet near to disruption in the debate on the subject. Perhaps no single incident of the great war has awakened more inâ€" terest in the two great Englishâ€" speaking nations than the protest filed by the United States against the treatment of American shipping by the British fleet. "You must do that. You will have to do that," the mother insisted in a dr voilce. ‘"Christine, I did not say that { wanted you only to help me. I told you that I wanted you to save me. That is a very different thing. Christine, I am in a very dangerous position.‘If the danger threatened myself alone, I ehould not care so much. I might manage then to get out cf it somehciy alone, if even ‘t were by taking poison, or by contriving to meet with some suspreious fatal acoiâ€" dent.. But it threaters you and Ronald also; it threatens you even more than it does myself. And at the. came time I know that by the mere fact of your g.ivin% up Brian Hardy and promising yourseli again to Lord Southpornt, the peril will diqa:prpear. Is it any wonder, then, that I have come to you like this toâ€"night to hbeg from you not only for my cwn rescue from disgrace, but also for ‘yours and your brother‘s?" y Monest on e nene leinite s wish it, I will give up this mission which I have undertaken, and will come back to live at home with you and my father. Or I will go and search for Ronald, poor, disgraced Ronald, in the worst clums of London, or in any part cf theearth where it is likely that he has hidden himself. I will do anything, I will suffer anything, to help you; anything but give up Brian Handy. I cannot do that." HCe im nientemn ns e Leaees c valn se e ie oc coeel You have suffered zo much, and now L who should comfort you, can only strike you the cruellest blow of all. Brt you must accept the blow, Christine. A child owes a duty to a mother, andâ€"andâ€"‘ ‘‘Yos," Christine put in quickly, as the faint voice hesitated. She knelt beside her miother, clasping tight in both her own hands the softer white hand that had been stratched out to her in beseeching. "A child does owe a duty to her mother, and I owe a tenfold duty to you, because I have left you to bear alone the troubles which seem lately to have come upon us all thick ard fastâ€"so thick and fast that it has almost seemed to me as if the curse of God‘s anger had stricken us. Mother, I will do anything to help you. If you By Chas. M. Bice, Denver, Colo. io n o s e oo e oo ae s e ons ty too plainly for Lady Dare‘s desperation of mind and soul that whe should have paid no. hecd whatever to her odd surrounilâ€" ings. . Voery consvicuously did she hergelf contrast with those eurroundings in her rich driving cloak of heavy black velvet bordered with ermine, beneath which glimpses could be caught of the jetâ€"emâ€" broidered herm of a black satin gown. In comparison with this nichness of clothing, the plain black cloth frock of the girl standing before her appeared a hundredâ€" fold plainer even than usual. Had it not been for the mamelees distinetion which staimped Christine‘s beauty with the un metakable ctamp of refnement and good breeding, a stranger casually lcoking. in might have found it hard to believe that these two women were mother and daughâ€" tex. "Christine, only you canâ€"save me." The despenate, appealing voice came again. Amd one of the mother‘s small white hands stole out and caught one of the hands of the daughter. Christine‘s hands were shapely stillâ€"perhaps they would never lose that shapeliness which ‘had been their rift at birthâ€"but the hard work which they had lately done had roughened them to m degres which brought fresh tears into Lady Dare‘s eyes as she noticed the change for the first time. ; 200 S°C 5o EDoU, soâ€"bmave, so â€"good a, fol l‘gwerkcaf the dnpty that seems to you right ‘"‘Oh, my poor girl! my poor girl!‘ ho cried in a voice that shook with pity. ;‘You are so good, so â€"brave, so good 4 folâ€" : euln hn oo mie ons sns en en ne esoc s The girl looked at her mother in start led consternation. Thrcugh all the years cof her childhood and early girlhood sho had looked upon her semiâ€"invalid mother as one of the brightest, most serene, and sunnyâ€"ratured _ of human creatures. Whereas, nowâ€"â€"~ "Ohristine, only you can save me." The agitaited voice once more broke the cold stillness of that strange gipsyâ€"like parâ€" lor i.r_ltgri‘oerm' a caravan. It spoke only She shuddered at thousht of the changé which only a few months had wrought. What could be this mystery which of Iato had been about her mother like a hover: ing cloud of blackest, most threatening gloom? bave happened which at lastâ€"toâ€"nightâ€" forced me to break my word. I have been driven into a desperaite and terrible posiâ€" tion, from which only you can save me. . The girl looked at her mother in staft In the V Phe picture shows what is leftf of the once 1 AMERICA‘S PROTEST TO GREAT BRITAIN. (To be continued.) â€" America knows that the indepenâ€" dence of the new world is due to the very conditions that made England The period that has elapsed since the treaty of Ghent was signed 100 years ago on Christmas eve, has not been without acute crises in the reâ€" lations of England and the United States. Had England pursued a policy of callous greed, she might easily have made the preservation of the Union impossible in 1861â€"65 by intervention on behalf of the Confederacy ; and again in 1898 she might have formed a coalition with Spain. That these things were not done shows the strength of the bond between the two nations. Many have been the explanations of the vast volumes of American sympathy with England in the present great struggle, but the undying truth is that this sympathy isâ€"rooted in the organic life of the two great Engâ€" lishâ€"speaking nations, and by itself affords a unique and surpassing celebration of the Century of peace just closed between these nations. It looks as though the real quesâ€" ‘tion at issue is, regarding the treatâ€" ment â€" of ‘conditional contraband goods. That this should be treated exactly as absolute contraband and seized and conveyed to British ports for disposition, works a very great hardship upon shippers. But even so, I have no doubt that Great Britain is willing to coâ€"operate with this country, and with every other country, in living strictly up to the laws of nations in their treatment of neutral shipping. The protest is only a business precedure between two friends, who have been foreâ€" most in preserving the peace of the world. That they should forget their friendship and undertake to settle their business differences by the sword is too ridiculous for considâ€" eration. $ It is quite inevitable that the fleet should wrongfully detain some shipping in its eagerness to find contraband goods and prevent them reaching the enemy, and to this end no doubt the war fleet has been inâ€" structed to detain and search vesâ€" sels suspected of having contraband articles aboard, or conditional conâ€" traband intended for the enemy. I have no doubt that this country will insist upon full reparation for any real damage done to American shipping, caused by any unwarrantâ€" ed interference of the British fleet; and I am equally certain that Briâ€" tish justice will gladly recompense for such damages, when duly esâ€" tablished. Though differing somewhat in character from those cited in the protest to Great Britain this week, they held a genuine threat of war, a true causus bellus, for the reason that it was then openly charged that Great Britain was purposely aiding the Confederacy in its efforts to deâ€" stroy the shipping of the North. There is no such claim or contention involved in the present protest. The old controversy was peacefully settled, and the two countries have ever since remained on the most friendly terms. There is nothing now existing that approaches the seriousness of the Alabama claims and the dispute that arose out of them. The treatment of neutral shipâ€" ping by belligerent nations is always a very delicate subject, and one reâ€" quiring the best minds, thoroughly trained in the field of international law and diplomacy, to adjust. It will be recalled that troubles arose over shipping between this country and Great Britain during our great Civil War, and which were not setâ€" tled till long after the war had ceased. On the contrary, America‘s proâ€" test to Great Britain was made in a spirit of friendship, and affords no basis for war talk, for it had been received in the same spirit. Sober, thoughtful, sensible men and women do not invite distress and suffering that would be sure to result were this country involved in the European struggle. They aro not influenced by false sentiments of soâ€"called "National honor,""‘ and the "rights of American seamen,"‘ to the extent of wishing to see this country rush into a controversy that means great loss of life and property until, at least, that it has been clearly established that the ‘national honor‘‘ has been insultâ€" ed, or our rights have been needâ€" lessly interfered with by other. | pretty village of Domremy, ~_of the War‘s Cyclone. ‘"Wouldn‘t you like,"‘ his mother asked a little boy, "wouldn‘t you like to give your toy boat to that poor orphan who hasn‘t any father?‘ The little boy looked at his toy boat and frowned. ‘"Could we not give him father instead ?‘‘ he asked. ~â€" _ ‘"YÂ¥es. Just now he is worryicg about who will bury the last man on earth." "If the name of the brave man is unknown to ths world, at least his regiment will retain forever the reâ€" membrance of his sacrifice, which is equal to any of the most famous inâ€" stances of personal heroism recorded in our glorious history." "There then flashed out from the ranks of the Zouaves a general disâ€" charge of rifles auu machine guns. The fire laid low the assailants of the Zouaves, and with them fell the heroic soldier whose devotion made it possiâ€" ble for his countrymen to checkmate the ruse of the enemy. Woe! Woe! "Growcher is a confirmed pessi mist, isn‘t he ? "The other day in Belgium, a Gerâ€" man column was advancing to attack a position in the forest of Brie, deâ€" fended by a detachment of Zouaves. Our men noticed that before them the Germans forced a ‘Zouave prisoner, and at the same time they heard cries of ‘Stop firing!‘ For an instant our riflemen and the men in charge of our machine guns hesitated.~ Then from the German ranks they heard the voice of the Zouave prisoner, who calâ€" led to them ‘shcoot comrades!‘ He Sacrificed His Life for Beloved France. A rare and stirring incident of perâ€" somal heroisim is that recorded in a semiofficial notice given out in Paris on the afternoon of November 23rd. "The other day in Belgium, a Gerâ€" Department of the Marne, France That the rounding out of the cenâ€" tury of peace between England and the United States finds the two countries nearer together in politiâ€" cal aspirations and common sympaâ€" thy is a tremendous fact, and porâ€" tends the glory and triumph of both nations. CHAS. M. BICE Denver, Colo., Dec. 31, 1914. 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($2.50) be paid to each member of the briâ€" gade who introduces a suitable reâ€" cruit during the next three months; The coal, cotton and engineering industries in the Manchester disâ€" tricts are now prospering so much that the city council have been asked to pass plans for extension of over a seore of local works to which additions are necessary owâ€" ing to improved trade. At Southampton Charles Bowden, cartage contractor of Eastleigh, was fined $260 or three months‘ imprisâ€" onment for having purchased frq! soldiers a number of army blan i ets, rugs and waterproof sheets, the proverty of the King. There is â€"greatâ€" â€"XHssatisfaction among the miners "of=County Dur® ham at‘the action of the coal ownâ€" ers in reducing the wages of men 3% per cent. at a time when many have enlisted and others are work ing short time. Owing to the large number of local coal miners who have joined the colors, there is a scarcity of laborers in some of the coal mines in the Manchester district, and many â€" Belgian â€" refugee colliery workers are being engaged. The Cemetery Committee of the Deptford Borough Council have reâ€" commended that:a portion of the ground on the local cemetery be reserved for the burial of sailors and soldiers who were residents of the borough. Serious damage was caused by fire at the, Manor House, Sedgley, Staffs, an ancient English resiâ€" dence. : The owner, Mr. G. E. Brown, and the servants removi all the valuable furniture to tlMW@ lawn. > Mr. George Cronheim, a German merchant and principal of a firm of lace manufacturers at Nottingham, was found dead a week ago at his residence at Nottingham with a bullet wound in his head. * Mr. F. Sanford Thomas, deputy coroner for the city of London, has been appointed to command a comâ€" pany in the 7th Battalion of the City of London Regiment, and has been gazetted a captain. Lieut. Louis Van Esten, of vtl! Belgian Artillery, whoâ€" died fro wounds. at Cambridge Hospital, Aldershot, was buried with full military honors at Aldershot. Mr. Thomas Kidney, a well known Leedssteeplejack, has just died at the age of 82. He was the oldest steeplejack in England and had a world‘s record in having felled 168 chimneys. ; The skipper of the. Fleetwood trawler Belmont, reports the findâ€" ing of an ivoryâ€"mounted set of bagâ€" pipes in his trawl when fishing 25 miles off Barra Head. 5e At Sheffield the sale of intoxicat ing liquor is prohibited after 9.30 p.m. on week nights, and 9 p.m. on Sundays in â€"all licensed premises. _ The authorities have decided to increase the establishment. of the Tth Battalion of the Devon . Regiâ€" ment, by the addition of 96 cyclists. FROM MERRY OL) ENSLAN Owing to the depletion of staff caused by the war, the General Post Offices at Rochester and Chatham are closing earlier now. : Oceurrences in the Land_ _ Thal 1‘-(‘1&[13 Crmnams In‘ctha tm« Thousands. of acres of land n Carlisle have been flooded as a reâ€" sult of the recent heavy rains. NEWS BY MAIL ABOUT JOH® BULL AND IIIS PEOPLE. "«@oreme ton the Com: mercial waema Coshen, Ind., U.S.A, \pld‘