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& f P §3 A few minutes before taking tart from oven rub top of paste with butâ€" ter or with raw egg. Butter Balls.â€"Select young fresh wreen peas, and, after podding them, put to boil in the usual way. Sift into a bowl a cup of flour, a pinch of salt and a pinch of baking powder; rub into this one tablespoonful of butter, mix with cold water as for dumplings, break the dough into bits and rub into tiny balls between wellâ€" floured hands. Flour the balls again lightly, and when the peas are tender and still boiling drop the butter balls among them. Boil a few minutes, cover and serve. Savory Rolyâ€"Poly Pudding.â€"Make a plain suet crust with threeâ€"quarters of a pound of flour and a quarter of a pound of suet, finely minced; roll it out rather thin and cover it, first with a layer of finely sliced or minced raw potato, on this put a layer of finely chopped meat of any kind, with a very small quantity of minced onion and a seasoning of salt and pepper. Wet the edge all round, roll up, tie in a scalded and floured cloth, and boil for two hours. Yorkshire Tart.â€"Line bottom of deep baking dish with pastry, and spread on it one layer of preserved peaches or peach jam, mixed with a little preserved ginger cut into small pieces. Weigh two eggs, take their weight in sugar, in butter and in flour, cream butter and sugar, add the eggs, whipped light, and put in flour, mixed with oneâ€"half teaspoon baking powâ€" der. Pour this mixture over preâ€" serves in dish, and bake good browy. P 40 ip a burning chimney. R Salt and lukewarm water is an exâ€" cellent lotion for styes. Salt in water or other fluid retards the boiling. Salt mixed with soda is a remedy for bee stings. Salt and water, warm, will stop chilblains from itching. Salt thrown on a fire will extinguish irors M The Virtue of the Natural Leaf is perfectly preserved in the sealed ‘SA ALA p" Salt Salt Sait About the Household Selected Recipes. Author Refers to It as the Second } Wonder of England. \ _ Stonehenge, the most remarkable \prehistoric monument of England, is included in the Amesbury Abbey ‘estate in Wiltshire, which is to be | sold at auction this fall. The first | British author to make)mmistakable \ mention of Stonchenge" is Henry of Huntingdon, who wrote in the twelfth | century. He refers to it as the seeâ€" ond wonder of England, ard calls it Stanenfges, or "hanging stones." |\ Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote of it ‘ about the same time, and so did the | Welsh historian, Giraldus Cambrensis. \The outer circle of thirty upright F stones, which formerly stood fourteen | feet above the ground, has a diameter of about one hundred feet, and within it, in a horseshoe curve, there originâ€" ally were five, or, as some think, |seven huge trilithonsâ€"a trilithon is ‘two stone uprights carrying a lintelâ€" that from northeast to southwest rose progressively in height until they reached twentyâ€"five feet above the ground. About oneâ€"half of the upâ€" rights have fallen. While raising one of them in 1901, the workmen found \numerous flint axe heads and large |\ stone hammers at a depth of from |two to three and oneâ€"half feet underâ€" groundâ€"a discovery that goes to prove the great ‘antiquity of the monument. Sir Norman Lockyer, who studied the orientation of Stoneâ€" henge, on the assumption that it has been set up as a solar temple, conâ€" cluded that the date of its foundation was 1680 B.C. Salt, thrown on the fire once a day, prevents the accumulation of soot in the flues. Saltâ€"a teaspoonful to a pint of warm water-â€"n,fibed into weak ankles strengthens them. Salt added/to potatoes when nearâ€" ly done ensures flouriness and preâ€" vents them going to pieces. Salt sprinkled over carpets before sweeping preserves the colors and keeps away moths. Salt rubbed on to an inkstain on a deal table, after the spot is damped, removes the mark: Salt thrown on faller soot prevents the carpet marking, and enables the soot to be swept up cleanly. Salt and water removes the lime in new curtains, and makes washing easier. « Saltâ€"a tiny pinchâ€"added to the whites of eggs makes ,hem froth more quickly. Salt sniffec into the nose in the early morning, and the mouth then washed out with warm water, cures catarrh. Salt and water cleans all crockery more easily and better than plain waâ€" ter. Salt stops neuralgia if sniffed into the nostril on the affected side. Saltâ€"a lump ofâ€"placed in the sink will keep the drain wholesome. _ Salt and water rubbed into the scalp is good for falling hair after illness. Salt and water will prevent the red borders in towels, etc., from running if the towels are steeped in it for twentyâ€"four hours. Salit, warmed, and rubbed on a soilâ€" ed light coat, will clean it. Salt added to the rinsing water prevents clothes from freezing. _ Salt placed under bakingâ€"tins in an oven prevents their burning. _ Salt will quickly clean a discolored bath or enamelled utensils. Salt placed first in the fryingâ€"pan prevents grease from spluttering. | Salt and warm water is an emetic in cases of poisoning. Salt mixed in cold water will reâ€" move bloodstains from linen. Salt sprinkled on a range will sorb all grease splutterings. Weighing 7% lb. a cod lays nearly 7,000,000 eggs. STONEHENGE AT AUCTION. HOW SANDSTONES DIFFER. abâ€" Ernestine found a letter on her plate a few mornings afterwards which rather ‘puzzled her. It was from a firm of sclicitors in Lincoln‘s Innâ€"the Eastchester family solicitâ€" orsâ€"requesting her to call that mornâ€" ing to see them on important business. There was not a hint as to the nature of it, merely a formal line or two and a signature. Ernestine, who had written insulting letters to all her reâ€" latives during the last few days, smilâ€" ed as she laid it down. Perhaps the family had called upon Mr. Cuthbert to undertake their defence and bring her round to a reasonable view of things. The idea was amusing enough, but her first impulse was not to go. Nothing but the combination of an idle morning and a certain measâ€" ure of curiosity, induced her to keep the appointment. rine s "To your. father, certainly, poor,| dear old boy! You must excuse me,| Miss Wendermott. Your father and| I were at Eton together, and I think| I may say that we were always: something more than lawyer and‘ clientâ€"a good deal more, a good deal | more! He was a fine fellow. Bless me, to think that you are his daughâ€"‘ "It‘s very nice to hear you speak of | him so, Mr. Cuthbert," she said. "My| father may have been very foolishâ€"I| suppose he was really worse than foolâ€" | ishâ€"but I think that he was most; abominably and shamefully treated,‘ and so long as I live I shall never forâ€" give those who were responsible for‘ it. I don‘t mean you, Mr. Cuthbert, of course. I mean my grandfather and my uncle." Mr. Cuthbert shook his head slowly. o mm | She was evidently expected, for she was shown at once into the private ofâ€" fice of the senior partner. The clerk who ushered her in pronounced her name indistinctly, and the elderly man who rose from his chair at her enâ€" trance looked at her inquiringly. _ __ "I am Miss Wendermott." she said, coming forward. "I had a . ter from you this morning; you wished to see me, I believe." m y Mr. Cuthbert dropped at once his eyeglass and his inquiring gaze, and held out his hand. "My dear Miss Wendermott," he said, "you must pardon the failing eyesight of an old man. To be sure you are, to be sure. Sit down, Miss Wendermott, if you please. Dear me, what a likeness!" ter "The Earl," he said, "was a very proud manâ€"a very proud man." "You mean to my father?" she asked quietly. _ (th "You may call it pride," she exâ€" claimed. "I call it rank and brutal selfishness! They had no right to force such a sacrifice upon him. He would have been content, I am sure, to have lived quietly in Englandâ€"to have kept out of their way, to have conformed to their wishes in any reasonable manner. But to rob him of home and friends and family and nameâ€"well, may God call them to acâ€" count for it, and judge them as they judged him!" . ( ns * C â€" "I was against it," he said sadly, "always." â€"~_ M st Se ol "So Mr. Davenant told me," she said. "I can‘t quite forgive you, Mr. Cuthbert, for letting me grow up and be so shamefully imposed upon, but of course I don‘t blame you as I do the others. I am only thankful that I have made myself independent of my relations. 1 think, after the letâ€" ters which I wrote to them last night they will be quite content to let me remain where they put my fatherâ€"â€" outside their lives." & "I had heard," Mr. Cuthbert said hesitatingly, "that you were following some occupation. Something literary, is it not?" is it not?" "I am a journalist," Ernestine anâ€" swered promptly, "and I‘m proud to say that I am earning my ownnliving.’-' He looked at her with a fine and wonderful curiosity. In his way he was quite as much one of the old school as the Earl of Eastchester, and the idea of a ladyâ€"a Wendermott, too â€"calling herself a journalist and proud of making a few hundreds a year was amazing enough to him. He scarcely knew how to answer her. "Yes, yes," he said, "you have some of your father‘s spirit, some of his pluck too. And that reminds meâ€" we wrote to you to call." lAYes'l) "Mr. Davenant has told you that your father was engaged in some enâ€" terprise with this wonderful Mr. Scarâ€" lett Trent, when he died." "Yes! He told me that!" "Well, I have had a visit just reâ€" cently from that gentleman. It seems that your father when he was dying spoke of his daughter in England, and Mrs. Trent is very anxious now to find you out, and speaks of a large sum of money which he wishes to inâ€" vest in your name." h yeia _ "He has been a long time thinking about it," Ernestine remarked. _ "He explained that," Mr. Cuthbert: continued, "in this way. Your father gave him our address when he was dying, but the envelope on which it was written got mislaid, and he only} came across it a day or two ago. He came to see me at once, and he seems prepared to act very handsomely. He pressed very hard indeed for your| name and address, but I did not feel at liberty to disclose them before seeâ€"| ing you." C e ./ ’ "You were quite right, Mr. Cuthâ€" bert," she answered. "I suppose this is the reason why Mr. Davenant has just told me the whole miserable story." L k e o "He did not speak of it in that way," Mr. Cuthbert answered, "but in a sense that is, of course, what it amounts to. At the same time I should like to say that under the peâ€" culiar cireumstances of the case I should consider you altogether justiâ€" fied in accepting it." _ _ i "I will tell you what I should call it, Mr. Cuthbert," she said, "I will tell you what I believe it is! It is bloodâ€" mroney." : .. ~~ > ugk a _ Mr. Cuthbert droiped his eyeglass, and rose from his chair, startled. _ "Bloodâ€"money! My. dear young lady! Bloodâ€"money!" _ _ _ _ _ _ Ernestine drew herself up. Once more in her finely flashing eyes and resolute air the lawyer was reminded of his old friend. _ _ _ _ _ "Yes! You have heard the whole THE GOLDEN KEY Cr "The Adventures of Ledgard.‘ By the Author of ‘"What He Cost Her." CHAPTER XIX. ONTARIO ARCHIVE TORONTO | story, I suppose! What did it sound like to you? A valuable concession | granted to two men, one old, the other young! one strong, the other feeble! yet the concession read, if one should die the survivor should take the whole. Who put that in, do you supâ€" pose? Not my father! you may be sure of that. And one of them does die, and Scarlett Trent is left to take everything. Do you think that reasâ€" onable? I don‘t. Now, you say, after all this time he is fired with & sudden ‘ desire to behave handsomely to the daughter of his dead partner. Fiddleâ€" sticks! I know Scarlett Trent, alâ€" though he little knows who I am, and he isn‘t that sort of man at all. He‘d better have kept away from you altogether, for I fancy he‘s put his neck in the noose now! I do not want his money, but there is someâ€" thing I do want from Mr. Scarlett Trent, and that is the whole knowlâ€" edge of my father‘s death." _ Mr. Cuthbert sat down heavily in this chair. "But, my dear young lady," he said, "you do not suspect Mr. Trent ofâ€"er â€"making away with your father!" _ "And why not? According to his own showing they were alone toâ€" gether when he died. What was to prevent it? I want to know _more about it, and I am going to, if I have to travel to the Gold Coast myself. I will tell you frankly, Mr. Cuthbert, I suspect Mr. Scarlett Trent. No, don‘t interrupt me. It may seem absurd to you now that he is Mr. Scarlett Trent, millionaire, with the odor of civilizaâ€" tion clinging to him, and the respectâ€" ability of wealth. But I, too, ga\'e seen him, and I have heard him talk. He has helped me to see the other manâ€"halfâ€"savage, splendidly masterâ€" ful, forging his way through to sueâ€" cess by sheer pluck and unswerving obstinacy. Listen, I admire your Mr. Trent! He is a man, and when he speaks to you you know that he was born with a destiny. But there is the other side. Do you think that he would let a man‘s life stand in his way? Not he! He‘d commit a murâ€" der, or would have done in those days, as readily as you or I would sweep away a fly. And it is because he is that sort of man that I want to know more about my father‘s death." . "Why not? Why shirk them? My father‘s death was a serious thing, wasn‘t it? I want an account of it fro’m the only man who can render it.‘ _ "When you disclose yourself to Mr. Trent I should say that he would willingly give youâ€"â€"" j _ "You are talking of serious things, Miss Wendermott," Mr. Cuthbert said gravely. > . ~â€"~.=. 2l cala0ufs _ She interrupted him, coming over and standing before him, leaning against his table, and looking him in the face. "You don‘t understand. I am not going to disclose myself! You will reply to Mr. Trent that the daughter of his old partner is not in need of charity, however â€" magnificently tenâ€" dered. You understand?" "I understand, Miss Wendermott." "As to her name or whereabouts you are not at liberty to disclose them. You can let him think, if you will, that she is tarred with the same brush as those infamous and oâ€" critical relatives of hers who se er father out to die." "It may be a wildâ€"goose chase," she said. "It may not. At any rate nothing will alter my purpose. Jusâ€" tice sleeps sometimes for very many years, but I have an idea that Mr. Scarlett Trent may yet have to face a day of settlement." _ CS She walked through the crowded streets homewards, her nerves tingâ€" ling and her pulses throbbing with excitement. She was conscious of having somehow ridded herself of a load of uncertainty and anxiety. She was committed now at any rate to a definite course. There had. been moâ€" ents of indecisionâ€"moments in which she had been inclined to revert to her first impressions of the man, which, before she had heard Davenâ€" ant‘s story, had been favorable enough. That was all over now. That pitifully tragic figureâ€"the man who died with a tardy fortune in his hands, an outcast in a ‘far off countryâ€"had stirred in her heart a passionate symâ€" pathyâ€"reason even gave way before it. She declared war against Mr. Scarlett Trent. ( Ernestine walked from Lincoln‘s Inn to the office of the Hour, where she stayed until nearly four. Then, having finished her day‘s work, she made her way homewards. Davenant was waiting for her in her rooms. She greeted him with some surprise. "You told me that I might come to tea," he reminded her. "If you‘re exâ€" pecting any one else, or I‘m in the way, don‘t mind saying so, please!" She shook her head. "I‘m certainly not expecting any one," she said. "To tell you the truth my visitingâ€"list is a very small one; scarcely any one knows where I live, Sit down, and I will ring for tea." He looked at her curiously. "What a color you have, Ernestine!" he reâ€" marked. "Have you been walking fast?" 4€000 ® She laughed softly, and took off her hat, straightening the wavy brown hair, which had escaped bounds a little, in front of the mirror. She looked at herself long and thoughtâ€" fully at the delicately cut but strong features, the clear, grey eyes and finely arched eyebrows, the curving, humorous mouth and dainty chin. Davenant regarded her in amazeâ€" ment. N _ "Why, Ernestine," he exclaimed, "are you taking stock of your good looks ?" Aprae n _ "Precisely what I am doing," she answered laughing. "At that moment I was wondering whether I possessed any." M recas Ne en "If you will allow me," he said, "to take the place of the mirror, I think that I could give you any assurances you required." She shook her head. "You might be more flattering," ;hle said, but you would be less faithâ€" ‘ul." _ He remained standing upon the hearthrug. Ernestine returned to the mirror. 0h TA & â€"-‘;fiay I ask," he asked, "for whose sake is this sudden anxiety about your appearance 1 * She turned away and sat in a low chair, her hands clasped behind her head, her eyes fixed on vacancy. _ au, NHCL CUZCD IINCIM WMNT TENAAITUY® "I have been wondering," she said, CHAPTER XX. 9# II "whether if I set myseif to it as to & task I couid make a man for a moâ€" ment forget himselfâ€"did I say forâ€" get?â€"I mean betray!" "If 1 were that man," he re_marked "You! But then you are only a boy, you have nothing to conceal, and you are partial to me, aren‘t you? No, the man whom I want to influence is a very different sort of person. It is Scarlett Trent." 4 o smiling, _ He frowned heavily. "A boor," he said. "What have you to do with him? The less the better I should say." _ "And from my point of view, the more the better," she answered. "I have come to believe that but for him my father would be alive toâ€"day.". "I do not understand! If you beâ€" lieve that, surely you do not wish to see the manâ€"to have him come near you. ~â€"_"I warlt him punished!" $ He shook his head. There is no proof. There never could be any proof!" _ "There are many ways, she said softly, "in which a man can be made to suffer." _"And you would set yourself to do this?" "Why not? Is not anything better than letting him go scottâ€"free? Would you have me sit still and watch him blossom into a millionaire peer, a man of society, drinking _ deep draughts of all the joys of life, with never a thought for the man he left to rot in an African jungle? Oh, any way of punishing him is better than that. I have declared war against Scearlett Trent." last?" "Until he is in my power," she anâ€" swered slowly. "Until he has fallen back again to the ruck. Until he has tasted a little of the misery from which at least he might have saved my father!" _ C #i2 Refugees in London to Print Their Thanks to Britain. Among the thousands of refugees who have received help and hospitalâ€" ity from the British Empire are many of Belgium‘s most distinguished auâ€" thors and artists, and their gratitude is finding spontaneous expression in a volume of international interest which is now in preparation. This is enâ€" titled "A Book of Belgium‘s Gratiâ€" tude" and is under the patronage of King Albert. Among the important subjects to be dealt with are the neutrality of Belgium and the British guarantee, the Belgian relief fund and the orgaâ€" nization of hospitality of this counâ€" try, the help given to the Belgian army and the work of repatriation, the support given by English art to Belgian art, the English bar as comâ€" pared with the Belgian bar, the triâ€" butes paid by English poets and wriâ€" ters to suffering Belgium, Belgian reâ€" fugees in London and other cities, at the universities of Oxford and Camâ€" bridge, in the country districts and in the factories. The book will be printed in French and English. AN INGENIOUS WATER COOLER. Butter and Other Things Kept Cool In Summer. Pierre Lord has discovered that an ordinary flowerpot can be utilized to keep butter, water, and other things cool during the hottest of summer days. An ordinary flowerpot will serve the purpose well, in fact any clay jar, or common unglazed earthenware pot, will answer. All that is necessary is to moisten a cloth with strong salt water and keep it over the top of the flowerpot. The ends should drop down into a soup dish or basin in which the flowerpot should stand. This draining dish must be kept full of water all the time. A dark, cool pantry is a good place in which to keep the clay pot or jar. Another way is to wrap a layer of burlap round a porous jar. The waâ€" ter is placed in the jar and exposed to a current of air on a dark window sill, with the windows open and the shutters closed. The water inside the porous receptacle percolates in a miâ€" croscopic moisture to the outer surâ€" face. The burlap wrapping maintains such a slow rate of evaporation that the pot is kept cold, and that cools the contents. Brigadier McKenzie, of the Salvaâ€" tion Army, who is one of the chapâ€" lains with the Australian forces at the Dardanelles, has frequently been under fire. He conducted the burial service at the interment of Colonel Onslow Thomson‘s remains. "It was very gratifying to find our colonel‘s body," he writes. "We buried it at nine o‘clock, after dark, as it lay in an exposed position. I had to kneel down and keep my head and body in a crouching position while reading the burial service. Hundreds of bullets swept over us while this was going on." PLAN "BOOK OF GRATITUDE." Gen. Kuropathkin Restored to Favor "How long," he asked, "will it Russian Army leader disgraced forl alleged incompetence in the Rusâ€" soâ€"Japanese War, now said to be in command of Grenadiex Corps. "I will answer for it that you Funeral Under Fire. (To be continued.) MEANING OF THE &»s0 wAR TO CHILDREN | «> Wonderful Opportunity for Parents to Teach Virtues of Honor, Duty and Sacrifice. "I would set lessons on the warâ€" downright lessons with good marks and bad marksâ€"in every nursery in the kingdom; and if a child of averâ€" age ability, at seven years of age, could not answer any of my questions, he should stand in the corner till he could," writes Mr. Stephen Paget in the Cornhill Magazine. "It is pitiful that a child should know more about William the Conqueror than about the King of the Belgians. To older children, from twelve to fifteen years of age, I would give, each term, an examination paper. Here are some questions for that purpose: HOW DO WE KNOW THAT WE ARE ON GOD‘S SIDE. "Imagine that you have $50 to spend on the relief of suffering causâ€" ed by the war. How would you proâ€" ceed? "What has been the effect of the war on you and on your home? "It has been suggested that chilâ€" dren should say, as a grace, Thank God and the British navy for my good dinner.‘ What significance, if any, do you find in this form of words? "Describe and comment on any reâ€" cent cartoon in Punch. "Write out any one true story which you know by heart of the heroic spirit of our soldiers and sailâ€" ors. "It cannot hurt a child to say God save the King. Neither can it hurt a child, I think, to say God punish England. We read of German school children learning to say that; and I am glad to think that it will harm neither them nor England. How can it hurt a small child to repeat this overâ€"advertised curse? _ After all, it is a form of prayer; and almost any form of prayer, among children, is better than none. "If I had to choose between teachâ€" ing a child to pray God to punish his country‘s enemies in this war, and teaching a child to think of this war without any reference to God, I would choose the former. Patriotism, at its worst, is better for children than atheism at its best. Besides, if these flaxenâ€"haired boys and girls do pray God to punish England they doubtless with equal fervor, pray Him to help Germany; and the Name coming twice on their lips, scores twice in their heads. It is nonsense to say that the children are too young to mention the war to their Maker. If they are old enough to call His attention to moâ€" ther and daddy and Nan and pussy, they are old enough to pray on wider lines. "To play at soldiers is to play at life; to play at war is to play at pain and death. I do not know that it can do them harm to play at pain and denth, but I do not see that it can do them any good; and, for this year it seems illâ€"suited for them. Let them dress up and march to their hearts‘ content, but let them draw the line there. "I am inclined to advise parents not to encourage small children to play at the war. They may with advantâ€" age play at soldiers; but I dislike to see an English child pretending that he is a German, and you can play at soldiers quite well without that. "We have got children with usâ€" these big, impatient, inquisitive chilâ€" dren hanging on to us, wanting to know what we think of the war. They drag us towards that central fact, and we must approach it handâ€"inâ€"hand with them. And I believe that the best way of approach, when we have them with us, is through the Divine Name; because it is already familiar to them, and it cannot be annulled by their most fantastical notions touchâ€" ing their Maker. As it is past their understanding, so it is past ours, therefore it brings them and us level. "The name of the war, in the hearts of us who are grown up, is attended and encircled by other great names. Among these are honor, duty, courâ€" age, â€" obedience, _ sacrifice, God. Through this great circle of names, one and all of them names of authorâ€" ity and of immemorial age, we must approach the central face of the war itself. If we were by ourselves we could find a hundred ways of approach but we are not by ourselves. "These older children, these clever boys and girls who think for themâ€" selves, need to be told not what they can understand, but what they cannot understand, nor we either. I want them to get above the belief that the issues of war can be decided by mirâ€" aculous interference, the belief in a tribal or national deity; I want them not to see anything absurd in the same prayers and the same ‘Te Deum‘ coming alike, from our enemies and from us; and I want them, through all this clearance, to attain perfect corfidence that God is on the side of Any Prayer Better Than None. Best Way of Approach. the allies. And the Can they ? "I say that they can. It may help them if we tell them what Abraham Lincoln said of the American warâ€" that he could not know for certain that God was on his side, but that he hoped he was on God‘s side. That is B A Wilp dguidie c c t se . snb n uind soctubineandtta tw anltznatt L Cw the sort of text which is able to stick in their heads. I would start from it, and I would begin right away with the violation of Belgium. 1 would compel them to see that God, being on the side of decency and of honor is on the side of Belgium. | Durable wooden crosses, treated with creosote and legibly inscribed, are already in position on, or in preâ€" paration for, all known graves, and in addition all known graves are careâ€" ‘tully registered. Numbers of graves are well within range of hostile shell fire, which would as effectively deâ€" |stroy iron as wooden crosses. The former could not rapidly be replaced, whereas the latter could be reâ€"erectâ€" ‘edblimmediatdy approach were posâ€" â€" sible. "Belgium, I would say to the chil« dren, is crucifixa etiam pro nobis. She saved others, herself she could not save. I would hang the story of Belâ€" gium straight on to the story of the Passion. ; "If we begin here, with Ims fTC@F concept of the love in a man who lays down his life for his friends, we shall help the children to admire the love wherever they find it, and to reâ€" cognize it, whatever nationality be put over the man‘s grave. I do not say that we can help them to underâ€" stand the meaning, or the purpose, of pain and of death, or of the horrors of the warâ€"we should be the blind leadâ€" ing the blindâ€"but I do say that a child who starts with the Divine Name, and with the Passion, will find himself on the right lines, if the war brings death, or pain, or poverty, into the circle of his own home. It will not help him, then, to call the German Emperor a wicked man, or to hate Germany; he will feel the nhe:d of something more final than that. "We are a better lot of men and women than we were a year ago. This corner of the world, for many years, will be a grand place to live in, a good spiritual nursery for the children to play in, a wholesome school for them, where they may learn the graver virtues not as extras, but as regular lessons." Increased Production Urged by Lord. Milner‘s Committee. Following the report prepared by Lord Milner‘s Committee on the Home Production of Food a strong campaign is being waged for the further develâ€" opment of wheat cultivation in the British Isles. Lord Milner‘s commitâ€" tee was appointed on the assumption that the war may last beyond the harâ€" vest of 1916. Experts have established the fact that Great Britain produces in an enâ€" tire year sufficient wheat to feed its people for about ten weeks of the fiftyâ€"two. It is pointed out that price is the ruling feature in determining the wheat area, or in other words the extent of land devoted to cultivaâ€" tion. The main recommendation adâ€" vanced by the committee is that farâ€" mers should be assured that they would receive a minimum price for the crop during the next four years. The price suggested was 45 shillings a quarter for wheat, but the Governâ€" ment has already announced that it will refuse to incur such a liability, The committee concludes that the only method of effecting a substantial increase in the gross production of food in England and Vales for the harvest of 1916 and later consists in restoring to arable cultivation some of the poorer grass land laid down since the ‘70s. This increase of the arable area with proper farming would add to the wheat crop without diminishing the capacity to maintain existing live stock and the output of meat and milk. No Crosses or Memorials May be Sent to Battlefront. The British War Office announces that no crosses or memorials to mark the graves of those who have died over sea can be accepted for transit, be approached at night; therefore the weight of the cross to be erected is an important factor, These reasons make it nece: ary that during the war only the regulaâ€" tion wooden crosses should be erectâ€" ed over graves, Further, many graves are in close proximity to the enemy and can only You seem to be having a struggle over that letter," miss her, but I don‘t want her to feeling so sorry for me thy hustle home." "Sometimes I thinkâ€"" he began, "But not often, I suppose?" intep. rupted the rude girl,. . MORE WHEAT IN BRITAIN. FOR GRAVES OF HEROERs®. Problem begin here, with this great We on God‘s Side? 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