Life — February 8, 1900 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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is MR. HE Forei . oy off the ra SCs and looked SF, 114 For England's Honor. or stepped y-plank about him in amazement. Women, everywhere won Big women young women, old coarse women, Feflned women. Women who, all their lives, had lived by the sweat of their own and delicate whose beautiful features were grimed with dirt, and whore soft, white bands were black and ealloused from toil, And all working, working, working; because in this 1d city of London there ‘O MEN Horo and t of little children from six to ton years old, giving their puny ald to tho seareely stronger efforts of their mothers, and tho Foreigner, being a tender- hearted man For atime he wandered aim- lossly about the streets: in somo quarters there was bustlo 1 excitement; in others the cound solitudeof the grave, Cub!" shrieked a woman in mourning, and entering a vehiclo ho gave an address on the outskirts of the city. After a long, dull drive they neared the house, women, women ; brows, women » were bands wopt. It was a small, MCTHAT'S A VINE LAY-OUT YOU'VE GOT THERE, OLD CHAP, WuaT’s UP?” “LIPR RAVING—JUST RESCURD A KITTEN FROM DROWNING." 16 TO 1. ORIENTAL AND —— semi-detached villa with a little, terraced grass-plot in front, and a rusty iron fence, A boy of nine was chasing a little fellow of four Around a sickly rosebush in tho centro of the yard, and as the cab drove up be caught him. The younger lad dropped obediently on his hands and knees, and the elder gravely straddled him, and paddled the most appropriate part of his anatomy with a grape- box lid. Just then the larger boy noticed the visitor, and he climbed off his victim, “Is your father home ?” inquired the Forelguer. “Is my father homo!” repeated the lad in indignant sur- priso; “thero are only a few hundred men in all England, sir, and they leave to-night for South Africa, But won't you como in? My brother aud I were playing English and Boers, said by way of explanation, “ Willie was the Boers, Willie, run. in and tell mamma we have company.” And, furtively rubbing tho seat of his trousers, Willlo ran, “My namo is Reginald,” said the head of the house, “come in.” And entering the house ho threw open the door of a seantily-furnished library. “Here are some of papa’s cigars,” said Reginald, shoving a box forward, “I prefer candy.” And from a jaron the mantel ho took a large stick of peppermint and wrapped piece of brown paper around the lower half, “You are just in time, sir, to sco the last squad of volunteers leave for South Africa to-night,” said the boy, t you had an overwhelming foree down thoro already,” faltered the Foreigner. “Wo only outnumber them twenty to one,” replied the lad, stornly, “and the War OMlce is determined to put a specdy ond to the struggle. England must show the world that no small nation shall dare to assert its independence of her, Shall a country be allowed to keep its own gold and diaizonds? Not Shall a country be allowed to mako its own laws? Not A thousand times no!! Not unless it is a bigger country than England.” Reginald’s eyes blazed with enthusiasm and his comicbooks.com