these noble words on her lips there died from the bullets of a firing ,quad of German troops on the 12th October, 1915, Nurse Edith Cavell, martyr. heroine, and saint. Condemned death by a ,farcical German Court shortly before midnight eight years ago to-day

of Mira Edith ! Le i tc h . th e Estkish internationalist..and Yrs. Hurd. As Min l Campbell. the latter won the British title in 1909 and 1911, and she has scored triplo aucces;es in the British-American Ilig Canadian c hampionships. Miss Edith I t umfotort

her after life ispent in country; it woukl he much 'better for her live with Edith. Well there, perhaps, Kate right, and it would be very nice live -with Edith. Then .Edith spoke. She would have been delighted, too, Inrt her husband was rather irritable

Whatea nice prize she got. DOLLY, Boyle.—Perhaps you will have garden some day. I like the yellow primroses best of all. EDITH, Dublin.—Thank you for acknowledging the prize. JOAN, Dublin. —Your garden must be very pretty. You must not slack off just

sacred, as Edith Cavell’s legacy: Patriotism is not enough—and we are to hate no one, but to love all 1 I love my fatherland, and it were sin if I were not to tie loyal. When I drove to the place of execution on that aad morning with Edith Cavell I deeply

years Messrs. W. M'Calla and W. Hume, and is now the property of Mr. W. A. H. Wybrants, of the Royal Irish Yacht Club. Lady Edith and Cooya, the competitors of the previous day, also took part in the race, for which prizes were offered Major Robert Workman

dress and you said you wanted, to to college,” insisted her father. At this Edith looked away and would not talk any more. About an hour after supper Schlenker missed Edith and fonnd the skylight on the top floor open, with a ladder propped against it

smaller glacier. This is the Edith Caveli mountain, named after the martyred nurse. It is exactly twenty miles distant, and yet in a dear day it does not seem a mile away, so deceptive is the atmosphere here. The drive to the Edith Cavell mountain discloses

an hour. "It is no use.” he said. “They are racing through the Nobody else seems to ha\c a chance where Jew is concerned.” Edith stamped her foot. It was abominable. seemed tu her as if some agent of malice were work determined on thwarting her in her

and dome ... Dark Brown Kid Palm OtoTCS, back of Coney seal, lined wool Ibanbfcercbiefs Jean Waugh. 00 WORDS PER MlNtrrEt-Edith Caraon, With Carroll, Lucy Edens.. Lily Keorrn, Elsie Soott-, Waugh, Winifred White. 80 WORDS PER MINUTEBessie Addison, Clarice