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5t l 0 e _ "Heâ€"what?" asked a . voice that was hardly human. »"Ran away from his wife," was the brief reply. ‘"And his daughter is on a visit to her mother‘s old friend, Lady Fielden." "And her motherâ€"is she living or dead?" asked madame. She lay down to rest, but she could not sleep. Karl‘s daughter! She must see her again. How cruelly she had repulsed her! When the gentle hands had touched her, why need she have shaken them off? Yetâ€"strange contradictionâ€"she hated her! "Her name is Allanmore," she reâ€" plied. ‘"She is the only child, I have heard of Sir Karl Allanmore, who ran away from his wife and his home many years ago." 1 It was growing dusk when she took the road which led towards Fielden Manor. / It had been one of her fayâ€" ‘write spots; she knew the grounds quite as well as she knew those of Beaulieu. She would like in the dusk to steal up to the windows and get just one sight of Gertrude in her evenâ€" ing dress, and then she would spend an hour or two in the keeper‘s cotâ€" tage. She felt that the key of the mystery would be found there. So, in the falling evening light she stole round among the tall trees where once she had been proud to show her face. In her dark dress, and with her light footsteps, she passed on, making no sound. She knew the road too well to make any mistake, and fortune favored her. The night was so densely dark that it was almost impossible to see even one‘s own hand. The moon was hidden behind a mass of clouds. Madame hid herself beâ€" hind the thick leaves and sprays of the creepers which clustered around the bay window of the dining room. The blinds were but partially drawn, and she could see into the room. In the dark shadows, with the thick, overhanging leaves, she was sure of not being discovered herself. She decided on going home and «resting and then, when the shades of evening fell, she would make her way to Fielden Manor. _ She remembered the keeper‘s cottage she could call there under pretext of having lost her way, and talk to theâ€"keeper‘s wifeâ€" skhe could in that manner perhaps learn something of what was going Mme. St. Ange did not hear what else passed; it seemed to her that her mind was all chaos. That some one spoke of Lady Fielden she knew; then the beautiful girl was gone, and she sat there with her grapes before her. "That is a visitor of Lady Fielden‘s â€"Lady Fielden of Fielden Manor," she said. "But who is sheâ€"what is her name?" cried Mme, St. Ange. The voice was so earnest that the woman felt compelled to answer. "I am afraid you are ill," said a sweet, kindly voice; and the eyes like Kal.rl’s were bent upon her compasâ€" sionately. _ "Thank you, I am quite well," maâ€" dame answered, coldly; and the young girl drew back with a chilled and disappointed air. She raised her miserable eyes to the woman who had just served her. ed. The woman replied coldly. She had been displeased by the stranger‘s reâ€" pulse of Gertrude‘s well meant kindâ€" ness. _ The low voice was like Sir Karl‘s, The soft, blue eyes glanced carelessly but kindly at the bent figure in the black dress. If each could have but known! If some good spirit could have told Gertrude that this was the woman for whom she had sought, the woman with whom reseted the knowâ€" ledge of her father‘s fate, what grief and trouble miight have been spared her. Mme, St. Ange watched each moveâ€" ment of the graceful girl. She listenâ€" ed to each word she spoke; she could have cried out, . "Karl, Karl!" She was nearer losing her senses and reaâ€" son just then than she had ever been. Karks eyes, Karl‘s voice! Her head drooped on her breast; she could not hold it up. ed every d-é‘za.fi, and clinched her fingers as she looked on the silver and silver plate, of which Lord Fielden had been very proud. SheA ~omemberâ€" ‘"‘Her ladyship is living abroad â€" I believe with her other daughter." "And Scarsdale?" Scarsdale is shut up; only the serâ€" vants are living there and a great loss it is to us at Deeping. Sir Karl was the best customer that ever came into this town. The grapes are three shillings. â€" Thank you. Good afterâ€" noon." It was a pretty home scene that the miserable watcher gazed upon. The room was large and lofty with a few priceless pictures, and a magnifiâ€" cent oaken sideboard with gold and ;Viér'riart little pony carriage stopped at the door, and a beautiful girl in a blue dress descended from it. The next minute Mme. St. Ange was standing in the sunlit street, scarâ€" ed and bewildered, and really more at a loss than ever, Mme. St.\ Ange, watching ecagerly, with eyes full of pain, fell back with a low, startled cry when she saw the girl‘s face, and clung to the chair, as though to prevent herself from falling. It was Sir Karl‘s face under another guise; there were Sir Karl‘s clear, blue eyes, with no shadow of guilt or guile in their depths. There were his‘ clustering waves of hair, there was his mouth, at once so gTaâ€" cious and so proud. For a few moâ€" ments it was as though the sight had stricken her dumb. Then the girl was by her side, and a sweet, silvery voice was saying: "I should like some of those nice grapes, Mrs, Grey, for a sick woman whom I am going to see." She walked back to Deeping. In the High Street she saw a fruit shop where some fine grapes and peaches were for sale.: She was thirsty and faint from fatigue, and she thought that nothing would be more delicious and refreshing ‘than a bunch of purâ€" ple grapes. She went in to purchase them, and sat down. There was some little delay in serving her, and, while she was thinking that this would be a good opportunity to ask a few duestions without attracting attention, ble, and laughed at her own fancy for calling herself a red rose. ds ‘"Who is that young lady?" she askâ€" PAGE SIX (Continued from last week) CHAPTER XXXII A GOLDEN HEART "A woman‘s face!" he said. "Are you quite sure, Gertrude? It must have been the shadows that startled wou." 3 "Let me think," she said, "where have I seen that face before?" They looked at her in astonishment. ‘"Now I remember," she said, "and I can verify my words. I called in at Grey‘s, the fruiterer‘s, to purchase some grapes, and that woman was in the shop, she answered ocldly â€"alâ€" most rudely, poor creature! I noâ€" ticed her eyes then, how dark and wild they were, and what a weird contrast they presented to her white hair." Lord Fielden was listening intently: "Did she speak to you, Gertrude?" he asked. Gertrude raised her hands with a pretty, graceful gesture to her temâ€" ples. "It was no shadow," she said.\ "It was a woman‘s face with wild dark eyes and white hair; she was lookâ€" ing in through this pane of glass." Lady Fielden came to her. "I think," she said, "you must have been mistaken; no woman could get in here without the servants‘ knowledge, and they would not adâ€" mit a stranger." She drew the lace hangings back. "I have no doubt," she said, "that it was one of the pale passion flowers that blew against the glass. Gertrude smiled. "You know, ~ Lady â€"Fielden," she said, "that I do not suffer from nerâ€" vousness. I was startled for a moâ€" ment, but by no means nervous, and I am perfectly convinced that it was a woman‘s face I saw. I noticed the dark, wild eyes and white hair there could be no mistake. You will wonâ€" der more, perhaps, when I tell you that I am sure those eyes are familiar to me, that Lhave seen them before." ‘"My deay’éhild, T a;l; cic;ri;iin(;e”dritr is fancy," said Lady Fielden, smilingâ€" "quite convinced." ‘"Noâ€"only a few words. 1 think she said, ‘I am quite well.‘ " "Did you notice her voliceâ€"any peâ€" culiarity in it?" he asked. . ‘"No; I cannot say that I did. But you see, Harry, it was no fancy. Was it, Lady Fielden?" a * EUuUnViunVnVudVe,! UnUTIUJIUTUSUSUTIUIUSUIU "No, my dear, I begin to think not. Harry, you had better take a couple of men out with you and search the grounds. I feel uneasy.‘" "I will go first myself," he said; and he did. â€"But he found no one. Close to the window, however, there was a broken spray of passion flower and some rose leaves, as though some one had pulled aside the branches in order to look in. ~That was the only suspicious circumstance. Then the butler and two footmen accompanied Lord Fielâ€" den through the grounds. ‘Mme. St. Ange, from her hiding place amongst the ferns, saw the reflection of the light that the,v carried, b&tâ€"t{ey failed to discover her. & "Harry," she exclaimed, a face at the windowâ€"a face!" 'éile had huite recovered from her fright now, and walked at once to the window. Had this love of theirs anything to" do with) the advertisements? _ They seemed very happy. She watched them, fascinated; she could not withâ€" draw her eyes. The handsome young lord was attentive to his motherâ€"no want of hers seemed to escape himâ€"â€" but his heart was at bonny Gertrude‘s feet. Gertrude, glancing toward the winâ€" dow, by the purest accident, caught the gleam of the dark, miserable eyes and the white hair, on which the light shone. She started with a ery â€"â€"a cry of fear quite unusual with her, for she was naturally brave. ‘"Harry," she exclaimed, "there is a face at the windowâ€"a woman‘s Harry was grave and thoughtful that evening. Lady Fielden said that there was no cause for any anxiety; evidently it was a woman who had some idea of begging from them, and who was curious to see the inmates. "Good night, Gertrude," he said, "forget all about the woman peeping through the window, and sleep well." "I do not think I shall ever forâ€" get her," was the answer, "but I am not in the least nervous, if that is what you mean, Harry." She soon read Lord Fielden‘s seâ€" eret; there could .be no mistake about it. Harry could not help showâ€" ing it in every line of his face, in every gesture, in every tone of his voice; it was plain and palpable to eyeryoue, and madame‘s dark, sad brown eyas were not deceived. Oh, for the days and the love that were past! Love is better than hidden well water, that amber lying in cold seas, than sathered berries under snow. He watched her as she went up the broad staircase. She stopped half way and looking down at him kissed her hand to him. He thought how like that fairest creature, Juliet, she lookâ€" ed. glass, the fruit and flowers, gleaming in the full light from the chandelier. What a comfortable luxurious room it was! She saw the footmen all on the alert,â€" the butler solemnly occuâ€" pied his post,, and then those whom she wanted to see entered and took their places. Lady Fielden, looking very stately and beautiful even in her old age, was attired in a warmâ€"lookâ€" ing dress of maroon velvet; a cap and fichu of delicate lace complete a most recherche .costume. Lord â€" Fielden looked more handsome than ever in his evening dress,and Gertrude, bright and beautiful in a robe of white lace and rich, ruby silk, a spray of white jasmine in her golden hair, and in the bodice of her dress. As her eyes rested on the group, the miserable watcher at the window drew back, unable to restrain the burning tears and bitter sobs that would come in spite of her. Was it possible that she. had once been young, beautiful, happy and beloved, as that iair young girl? j How little they dreamed of what would pass before they would meet again! Gertrude went to her room, and soon forgot her troubles in sweet, sound slumber; while Harry, with the new idea growing in his brain, felt more and more sure that there was ‘"something‘"‘ in it, and determined to go out once more and see if he could discover anything before he retired to rest. Lord Fielden was in no way dauntâ€" ed by the darkness of the night. If the moon or the stars had been shinâ€" ing, the woman, let her be whom she CHAPTER XXXIIL imanmommananainnornaninoninoninir nrnninur It was as much as he could do to hold the strange woman, but he kept her hands tightly grasped in his. How long a time passed in tre terâ€" rible struggle he could not tell. He found presently that she was pantâ€" ing for breath, and that her strength was failing her, and that in a short time she must be still from sheer exâ€" haustion. So it happened. After a few more efforts to free herself, she gave up struggling, and stood panting and trembling. Then came a longâ€" drawn sigh, a low, piteous sigh, "I am no one whom you know. I have been looking for work. I am a poor woman, and I have been to all the big houses to try to get some sewing. I. came here toâ€"day; but there was nothing for me to do. I was tired and hungry and I fell asleep among the ferns in the park. I am only trying to find my way out of the park. I have done no harm. Let me go, for Heaven‘s sake." ‘"No," he Said, "I will not hurt you. I could bind you fast this moment if I liked; but I will not. If it pleases you, though, we will stand here until morningâ€"until daylight. dawnsâ€"so that I may see, if you will not tell me, who you are." _ ‘"For Heaven‘s sake, let me goâ€" let me go!" she murmured. _ ‘"Tell me who you are and what you want," he said, "and you shall go the next moment." The woman‘s story might be true He relaxed his hold. ‘‘You, shall not go," cried Lord Fielden, "until you have told me who you are! You need nmot struggle; you are a strong woman, but I am a strong man. Such efforts to escape areâ€" useless. Tell me who you are and what is your business here, and then I will let you go." She struggled with such violence to free herself from his grasp that the black cloak she wore was torn, her bonnet fell off, and with it something white and soft. She knew it was the wig which had so effectually disguised her, and with the knowledge came an access of despair; it made her so strong that this time she almost tore herself from her captor‘s grasp. "Tell me," he said, "was it you who looked in atâ€"the dining room window at the Manor and terrified a young lady ?" â€" ‘"Who are you?" he exclaimed; but there was no answer. It was too dark to see. He only knew that he clutched a tall figure that seemed frozen to death with fear. There was silence for a minute, and then‘ the woman struggled violently© to free herself, all without a word. She was silent, He repeated the question. ‘‘Yes," she said, "it was. I did not mean to frighten any one. I was cold and hungry. The bright lights attracted me, and I looked in. I meant no harmâ€"I did no harm. Let me gol" That one word "attracted" proved fatal. She had spoken in a low, murâ€" muring, hoarse voice, almost imposâ€" sible to distinguish; bul in that word he haa recognized the neverâ€"to beâ€" mistaken roll of the Freuch."r" which the people of no other nation can imitate. He grasped her more closely? "You are a Frenchwoman!" ine cried. ‘"You have perhaps come from that wicked woman herself!" The footsteps grew more distinct ngw that the grove was past, and presentely they sounded quite close to him. He put out his hands, and they grasped a woman‘s garments. The woman stopped with a faint, low cry, Lord Fielden‘s suspicions increasâ€" ed.. The woman had evidently gained access to the park in some secret manner; therefore her purpose could not have been legitimate, or honest. It was idle to suppose that robbery had been the motive; consequently Harry was more convinced than ever that the stranger was some person who had read the advertisement about Lola de Ferras, and wanted to disâ€" cover the reason for it, As the woman had not passed through the gates, it seemed probable that_ she might still be in the park. If he could but find her! He knew the grounds well himself, but he could not decide at what point to begin a search. Oh! surely there was a sound at last â€"that of slow, creeping, â€" stealthy foolsteps on the other side of the breeches. The footsteps on the other beeches. The fotsteps came nearer. He must see who it was without alarming her, and so he began to noiselessly retrace his footsteps, only pausing now and then.to see if the other stealthy footstep$ faltered. He reacked the end of the grove and stood waiting. He was brave and fearless as a lion, but there was a queer sensation at his heart as the stranger drew nearer and nearer. She struggled afresh with the strength of a man, uttering low, pitâ€" eous cries; but in his strong grasp she was helpless as a child. might, would never have ventured through the park. The darkness had favored her; it would also favor him in finding her. He thought that the best thing to do first was to go down to the lodge and see if any person had been noticed there. The people at the lodge had seen no one; they were quite certain that no strange woman had passed through the gatesâ€"in fact, no person could pass through them without their knowledge; nor did they believe that it was likely any person could get inâ€" to the park by the other entrances. ‘"You cannot escape," he said. ‘"‘Your struggles are more vain than those of a bird in the fowler‘s net." Just then a few rays of light broke through the clouds; they parted in majestic grandeur, rolling away in heavy masses of black and white vaâ€" por, leaving the moon sailing peaceâ€" fully in the sky. ‘"Thank Heaven!" he cried. ‘"Now I can see you!" ‘"Let me go," she wailed piteously, â€"‘"let me go!" She mad a wild dash at him. It was her last hope. It was as though an ocean wave had flung itself against a rockâ€"useless, vain, â€"indeed injuriâ€" ous to herself. The last shred of disâ€" guise fell from her, and she stood reâ€" Resolutely she turned and bent her head, lest the moonlight should. fall upon her face. "I will kill myself if you try to look at me!" she cried. ‘*YÂ¥ou canot. Have you not the sense, woman, to know when you are conquered ?" JDUo THE TIMES & GUIDE, WESTON, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1917 weweti@ atrart/a vealed in the moonlightâ€"which she cursed in her heartâ€"a tall, stately woman, with a mass of black hair and dark, wild eyes, contrasting vividâ€" ly with her white face; the false hair had been tramped under foot in the struggle. The moon now shone out more fully and clearly, so clearly that Lord Fielden â€"could see every line of the stranger‘s face and figure. "Then I will stay myself," said Lord Fiedlen. "You have a room upâ€" stairs, Mrs. Turnbull; the lady will prefer it to this, and you can take her some tea there. I shall sit up here. Madam," he continued, turning to where Lola stood with a white, deâ€" fiant look on her face, "I shall be on the alert. I can KHear the stealthiest of footsteps, the slightest creak of a board or upraising of a window. Reâ€" member, if you make any desperate attempt to escape, I will give you in custody for a crime you would not like to hear me name." ‘‘Will you excuse me, my lord?" said the keeper, after a steady look at the flashing eyes. "I am afraid to undertake the charge of this lady, I am not used to such a task. Foxes, pheasants, and partridges, and such like I understand, but not ladies. I should not be able to detain her, my lord, if she made up her mind to go." In a moment it flashed across him who she was. This was no poor, common woman looking for work. She was rather like a queen of traâ€" gedy. The keeper looked bewildered when he, opened the door. There stood Lord Fielden, and by his side held fast by him, was a lady, with a face very beautiful and proud, yet white and weird, with great black eyes that seemed to blaze with liquid fire, and a mass of black hair. She had entichr bonnet nor shawl; her dress was of plainest black; yet, in some vague way, the man felt that she was a lady. ‘"Walk in, madam," said Lord Fielâ€" den. ‘"Mrs, Turnbull will find you all needful accommodation. You will like tea, or coffee, or some refreshâ€" ment, perhaps?" He closed the door behind him as he spoke, and then turned with a stern face to the keeperâ€" and his wife. "I have brought this lady here," he said; "and here she is to remain in close custody until toâ€"morrow mornâ€" ing. Let her have every care, every attentionâ€"all that she requires; but she must not be left alone, so that she can escape." Lola looked at him defiantly. "You may do all that, yet you canâ€" not make me speak," she replied. "I tell you frankly that, if I can get a chance to kill myself, I will do it; if I can find the least opportunity to escape, I shall take it." "Merci, monsieur," she said, with a mocking smileâ€"‘"merci, you_ will have to prove every charge you bring against me." She went up the narrow staircase more with the air of an injured queen than of a prisoner. It was a plain, pretty room into which she was shown. For a few moments she stood like some caged tigress in the middle of it, and then hastily closed the door. They zeached the keeper‘s cottage at last; and she stood it silence while the door was unfastened.. Lord Fielâ€" den kept a keen watch upon her, knowing well that she would make her escape if it were possible, and that he was resolved she should not do. "I know you," ne said® "You are the woman for whom I have been searching morning, noon and night, for whom I have sought all _over Europeâ€"you are Lola de Ferras!" "Are you open to a bribe?" she askâ€" ed, turning to the keeper‘s wife. "I will make you a rich woman for life if you will do one of two things. Eithâ€" er bring to me poison that I may deâ€" stroy myself, or give me the chance of escape through the window there. I swear to you that I will make you rich for life." A low cry came from her lips, and, Lord Fielden releasing his hold, she fell upon the ground,/ shuddering, trembling. ; "You are Lola de Ferras," he reâ€" peated, "the woman who alone knows the secret of Sir Karl Alianmore‘s fate. You must come with me." Her strongth was gone. The menâ€" tion of) her name . scemed.. to have pavalyzed her. He raised her, ard she made no resistance. He trampled the false wig under his feet. "Then I shall die there!" she reâ€" plicd, with a triumphant laugh. "There are many clever inventions in this world, but I have not yet heard of one which can make a woman speak whon she chooses to be silent." "You can lock me up, shut me in prisonâ€"you can do anything and evâ€" erything you will; but I am queen of the position, and I shall remain so." As he took her hands for the seâ€" cond time, his eyes fell upon her wedâ€" ding ring, and it startled him.. Was she ma.;;ried, and to whom? ‘"Whither are you taking me?‘ she asked. "I will not go zio the Manor. House. Where are we goâ€" ing?" ; ‘"To the keeper‘s cottage," he reâ€" plied. "I shall detain you there unâ€" til you solve the mystery of Sir Karl‘s absence for us." ‘"Nor have I," he agreed gravely. "I shall leave it to your sense of honor to speak. I am quite aware that I cannot compel you.‘" "I cannot," said the woman. P dGare not; we have always served my lord faithfully." "If he and you but knew what was best for the whole family, you would beg of me on your knees to go," she said. "YCou | will not want this agam / he said. ‘‘You will hare no. more need for disguise. Come witr me." But the woman shook her nead. She could never, come what may, betray her trust. The night passed in pleading and useless prayers. Once or twice the keeper‘s wife nodded, and awoke sudâ€" denly to find the dark, beautiful face bent over ner with murderous gaze. "I warn you," said Lola, "I am a desperate woman. I should set little value upon your life. If you wish well to yourself, do not expose me to tempâ€" tation." It was pitiful to see the way in which Lola do Ferras paced up and aown the room, at times wringing her hands and crying out that she was trapped and lost, at others that they should never make her speakâ€"never; no one could do that. This so effectually scared the keepâ€" er‘s wife that she checked all further inclination to slumber, and watched every movement of her companion. When morning came and the watch ended, when the dark head, tired and wearied, was laid to rest, Lord Fielden wrote a little note to his mother to (To be continued) CHAPTER XXXIV tic Within her are the millionaire firstâ€"class passengers and the officers, the second class passengers, the third class passengers and the crew, all livâ€" ing their different lives, all knowing and caring little for those in a differâ€" ent partâ€"of the ship from themselves. Suddenly the great ship strikes a rock and begins to founder. Then all differences of rank, wealth and poâ€" sition are forgotten; the common danâ€" ger has made brothers of them all. I am far from saying that our ship has struck upon a rock; but she is passing through troubled waters. A common danger threatens us all. It is a time of crisis, and the great politiâ€" cal leaders of the Dominion, realizâ€" ing that the very existence of the emâ€" pire, the Dominion, and of British ideals is at stake, have brought about the union of all political parties and formed a union government. The forâ€" mation of this government is the greatest thing that has ever taken place in the history of Canada. But the action of our leaders must be enâ€" dorsed by the people of this country in order to make it an effective reaâ€" lity. The country is plunged into the stormy waters of a general election. Is the subject out of place when con= sidered in a Christian pulpit? If its treatment be made the occasion for the furtherance of the objects of any individual party, if the authority of the pulpit be used or misused for the propagation of any political creed or degraded to the advancement of any individual candidate â€" a thousand times, Yes.â€"But if, on the other hand, personal opinion on individual topics be left behind, if party interests be forgotten, and party creeds remain untouchedâ€"if only the moral duty inâ€" volved be enforced and the influences exercised upon the subject by the reâ€" ligion be indicated, then surely the ambassador of Him Who taught the sanctity of human law and showed the bearing of religion upon all the afâ€" fairs of life may well seek to point his hearers to duty and to practice. Nay, I may even go bpyond this. My message is to menâ€"men living in CHRISTIAN CITIZENSHIP Continued from page nine 15 A. Laurierâ€"Bourassa Victory means deserting our boys in the trenches for over a year, throwing up our hands and quitting! Don‘t shout "Kamerad""‘ under the Referendum proposal. Come out and fight for Union Government. W A °e Vlake No Mistake It is because the Frenchâ€"Canadians have not done their duty that Conscription had to be resorted to. The Frenchâ€"Canadians have made it perfectly clear that they do not like the war and are against Canada participating in it further. Some of them even go to the length of saying that the soldiers should be brought back from the front. The Nationalists are demanding that the men who aave been enrolled under the Military Service Act be disbanded and sent pack to their homes. To secure the Nationalist support Laurierâ€"Liberal candidates in Quebec have signed the following pledge:â€" f . | aPt P en io en . crem. ( t S 2 t t g _T Cap B k 6 o 6D 6 t & 5 h Ks s S 9 i s 3 w i Y 2@ ( J t« Chst" C A | Cagt Bus? & e t &\ _ DJ Me Sup arg arp m @mâ€"m cog 4 B 4 A & P T4 To 1 ©â€" oa ir < & | a a 7/ B $ B AL m a 6 i agp C t n # hy Jj l fals « o h/ y C 3@;' i Dh 8 ho td ht \ s AZJ s C M_Jg . & 1 G i1 m R o inss ‘%Y imtxc® d Gp cR \ t Y db d (1) Canada will send n o m o re reinforcements to the front, : which practically means quittiag the war and placing the country in the same class as Russia. Liberals and Conservatives are United The People Must Unite to ARE THE ENGLISHâ€"SPEAKING PEOPLE PREPARED ~_TO STAND FOR THAT ? I, the undersigned, candidate in the Federal Elections, undertake by these presents; if I am elected, to demand the immediate suspension of the Military Service Act, 1917,; and of all its effects until Canadian electors have pronouncec by way of plebiscite; and should the majority of the electors condemn it, that it be considered as null from its crigin and that in consequence all conscripts be disbanded." 3 ; I also undertake to vote against any Government which should refuse to adopt the above enunciated policy." . This Advertisement is inserted by The Unionist Party Pubhcity Committee " A 7e \% fAJ] 4 sa ) To Give Good Value Because We Bought Early We Are Ready HARLEY E. HENDERSON A good suit will cost you a little more, but you are getting the exâ€" tra value and moreâ€"in the style, fit, and workmanshipâ€"and the knowledge that you are well dressâ€" ed. s YÂ¥OU can always buy a cheap suit â€"cheap, but you are getting no more than you are paying for. ing good clothes. Queen St. There‘s sound economy in buyâ€" SUTUK BRVS. 5â€" IF LAURIER WINS : God‘s worldâ€"not to dead men whose hearts have ceased to beat at the call of patriotism and the needs of our brave soldiers at the front. / The mes\ sage which I deliver is to men from One Who is Himself Man, to do their duty in that state of life whereunto it has plsased God to call them, and to remember that they are members of one common family, members one of another, nound to live no man for himself. â€" What is the real issue in this elecâ€" tion? It is this, Shall we provide supâ€" port for the men at the front, or are we going to allow them to be slaughâ€" tered through lack of sufficient numâ€" bers and worn down through lack of relief? This is the question that each citizen who has a vote rqust answer for himself and herself in the sight of God on Monday, December 17th. Let me quote here from a letter sent by one of the Anglican chaplains at the front to a friend in Montreal, a copy of which I received yesterdayâ€" "We are much concerned over here because we are quite satisfied that the issue is more tremendous than the people at home think. If conscripâ€" tion is not carried it will be the gravâ€" est disaster that could happen in the lives of our fighting men. Everyâ€" thing really hangs upon that quesâ€" tion. "Our men have done magnificently â€"it is everywhere conceded that the Canadian Corps is the finest in the whole! army. ‘"In every engagement they ha,vei been splendidly successfulâ€"there aro | deeds of courage and heroism that | thrill one to the core, in fair I am‘ firmly persuaded that human bravery ; is higher than ever it was in all the | long history of the past. There is,‘ however, a war weariness setting in, | and can you wonder at it? Humaniâ€" | ty, after all, can only endure so much : â€"the constant marvel to one is tha,tl it has held so longâ€"and if we put too | much strain upon it something will / snap. There was never an hour when we required more cheering and enâ€" couragement. Our lads must be asâ€" sured that the country is behind them | â€"if by the decision of the Canadian electorate that fact is revealed, the future is assured. If, on the other (@EP Lo TMES 8 e:,'f, § iss es t y 34 Ho =<p ankey _ CRuotinrernec ib 2e ; ALLEN LLmMITER #. uo 4 o nsm t (2) The Frenchâ€"Canadians who have shirked their duty in this war will be the dominating force in the Governâ€" ment of the country. Brampton hand, there is any uncertainty about the approaching election, it will paraâ€" lyze our efforts and take the heart out of our brave lads." We cannot for very shame refuse to keep faith with our brave lads, those who sleep overseas and those who will return, to ask us how we upheld them. It is our solemn duty to support by our votes and influence the Union Government if we are to remain in the fight for freedom, jusâ€" tice and humanity. 4 For righs is rightâ€"since God is God, And right the day must win. To doubt would be disloyalty, To question would be sin! It would be an evil day for the country were our pulpits to become political platforms, but we clergy are shirking a grave responsibility if we fail at so great a juncture to call upâ€" on our fellow countrymen in the name of God, Whose ministers we are, to think and think again upon the seriâ€" ousness of their trust. / Great issues are hanging on the right use of the ballot, and one ought to cast it as carefully as he would if he knew he were to stand the next hour and give an account of it at the bar of God. For Infants and Children In Use For Over 30 Years Always bears the Signature of CASTORIA |â€"