"I will tell you a story: 



"In a little hospital not far from the firing line, where Dr. Williams was tending 

 the wounded, there was a poor French lad badly wounded. It seemed as if nothing 

 would rally his spirits but a sight of some one from home, so the doctor asked if he had 

 a mother. Yes, he had, and the light came into his eyes at her name, but she lived 

 too far away, and they were very poor. Never mind, there was a way, and in two days 

 the doctor had that mother by the bedside of her boy. There was never a cry or a tear, 

 only brave words of cheer and encouragement. She sat with him through one night 

 and told him how he would soon be well enough again to fight. Once outside the ward 

 this brave woman broke down for an instant. She said, 'I have sent six boys to the 

 front; he is the only one left, and tomorrow, my baby, my last one, goes to the war. 

 Ah! it is hard!' 'But,' said a soldier nearby, 'your boys have done bravely, mother, 

 for their country; would you have it different in the hour of France's need?! She drew 

 herself up. 'No!' she exclaimed, 'had I all my boys at my side again, I would gladly 

 send them to fight for their country.' 



HE SAW A WOMAN PLOUGHING 



President of Britain's Agricultural Board tells Shrewsbury Audience of 



Singular Sight 



The necessity of replacing men's labour by that of women in agricultural occupations 

 is engaging the attention of most people in England at the present moment. 



Lord Selborne, president of the Board of Agriculture, is a keen advocate of 

 women taking the place of men on the land wherever possible. In an address which 

 he gave a few weeks ago at Shrewsbury, he said he had seen what he believed nobody 

 had ever seen in England — "a woman ploughing." "Women of every class," he 

 declared "must assist. The squire's wife and the farmer's, and the parsons' wife, the wife 

 and the daughter of the labourer, each in turn could make a contribution to agriculture 

 in this year of war, and so work for victory just as husband, son or brother, in the fleet 

 or in the trenches. I would make a special appeal to the wives and daughters of men 

 who are fighting, because they are well cared for by the nation. They have not been 

 left in grinding poverty as are the German women whilst the men are fighting the 

 battles. 



It was not right that a woman in this country should live in greater luxury than 

 she did before her husband or son went away to fight; she should do her part just as the 

 men. She must go on to the land if the farmer asked her at a fair wage for a fair day's 

 work. This is a moment when each man and woman of every class must put forward 

 that unselfishness and patriotism on which depends the fate of England." 



THE WOMEN OF MONTENEGRO 



The Montenegrins themselves do not understand so much about artillery as about 

 other arms, in the employment of which they are past masters. Their specialty is 

 not the complicated modern war, but the partisan warfare in the mountains, the real 

 Indian war. One hears them shouting something to one another on the bare, black 

 mountains; then they glide down into the valley in groups of two or three, jump in 

 their soft felt shoes from stone to stone, conceal themselves in the holes which are hidden 

 by the evergreen bushes, and suddenly they all collect at one spot in the rear or at the 

 flank of our patrols. Woe to these patrols if they allow themselves to be surprised! 

 The Montenegrins give no quarter to anybody, not even to the wounded. On the other 

 hand, it is next to impossible to capture Montenegrin soldiers. Wherever a warrior goes 

 or stands there also is his wife, and when he falls she jumps to his side and drags him 

 away. No dead or wounded are found after a battle. 



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