hailed the Belgians as heroes, and were treating them
as honoured guests! She, Anna, knew that the women
of Belgium had put out the eyes of wounded German
soldiers; she had read the fact in one of the German
newspapers Mr. Head had managed to smuggle
through. The paper had said, very truly, as she
thought, that no punishment for such conduct could
be too severe.

And as she sat there, on this melancholy anniversary
afternoon, thinking sad, bitter thoughts, her dear young
lady opened the door.

"I had a letter from Mr. Blake this morning, and
I think you'll like to read it, Anna! He speaks in it
so kindly of some German soldiers who gave themselves
up. I haven't time to stop and read it to you
now. But I think you can read it, for he writes very,
very clearly. This is where it begins----" she pointed
half-way down the first sheet. "I shan't be back till
eight o'clock. There's a great deal to do if, as Sir
Jacques believes, some wounded are really likely to
arrive tomorrow." Her face shadowed, and that of
the old woman looking fondly up at her, softened.

"There's a little piece of beautiful cold mutton,"
exclaimed Anna in German. "Would my darling child
like that for her supper -- with a nice little potato salad
as well?"

But Rose shook her head. "No, I don't feel as if
I want any meat. I'll have anything else there is,
and some fruit."

A moment later she was gone, and Anna turned to
the closely-written sheets of paper with great interest.
She read English writing with difficulty, but, as her
beloved young lady had said truly, Mr. Blake's hand-

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