One of those war books for the writing of which no apology is required. It simply provides the reader with some living pictures of the social life of a neighborhood in Western Canada before and after a bomb-shell exploded among them on August 4, 1914, in the form of news that the great European conflagration had broken out. The interest of the book is a psychological one.
curt inscription across the corner. I got my commission there to tell fearlessly and hopefully the story of the Next of Kin.
It will be written in many ways, by many people, for the brand of this war is not only on our foreheads, but deep in our hearts, and it will be reflected in all that our people write for many years to come. The trouble is that most of us feel too much to write well; for it is hard to write of the things which lie so heavy on our hearts; but the picture is not all dark--no picture can be. If it is all dark, it ceases to be a picture and becomes a blot. Belgium has its tradition of deathless glory, its imperishable memories of gallant bravery which lighten its darkness and make it shine like noonday. The one unlightened tragedy of the world to-day is Germany.
I thought of these things that night when I was being entertained at the Southern woman's hospitable home.
"It pretty near took a war to make these English women friendly to each other and to Americans. I lived here six mont