ted?" answered by a thunderous "No!" Then again silence,
and turning down of the lights, and the steady work! work! work!

"Have you a bed here?" said Kitchener when he entered the War Office.
"Never heard of such a thing here," was the response.

"Get one," said Kitchener; "I have no time for clubs and hotels."

Not only Kitchener but the whole staff camped down in the office,
working days, nights, and Sundays, until Lady ---- turned over her
house nearby to Kitchener and his staff.

"Where is ----?" I asked of his next-door neighbor. The response was,
"Oh, he is at the War Office, and gets a Sunday home with his family
about once in six weeks." That family was not fifteen miles from
London.

When a citizen has been suddenly notified that where he could formerly
get a train for home every fifteen minutes, the railroad has been taken
for military service, and he must get his supper in town, there is not
the slightest word of complaint. He only wishes he could contribute
more to the Empire.

I spoke with Lord K., of B---- & Co., concerning the loss of his eldest
son, as I had known Lord K. for many years. The manner, the gesture,
the speech, in response, were all one, and brief; just an indication of
sacrifice that had to be made for the Empire; and that sacrifice had
only just begun; deaths in the family just honorable incidents in the
life of the Empire.

You see crutches and broken heads in London, but you will see no
mourning.

"Yes," said Lord C. to me, "the average income tax in England is now
doubled until it is one eighth, or about 12 1/2 per cent, but my
friends in the banking world have to pay an increasing supertax. I
know many who must now give one quarter of their income to the
government. They not only do it gladly, but expect it will be a half
next year, and they will contribute that just as gladly."

From the top to the bottom in the Empire, all that is asked at the
present time is a protected food and clothing supply, and everything
else can go into "the cauldron of war."

"Did you ever see anything like it?" said an American banker in London
to me. "Are n't these people wonderful? Did you ever see such
resolution, such steady work, such sacrifices, such unity of empire?"

It was indeed worth a winter's trip across the ocean to see it.

Although the newspapers complained of the censorship, there was only
one general complaint from the people in the British press. They
wanted to k