name was entered upon its roll. Her eldest
daughter, indeed, she sent as a girl of fourteen to an exclusive English
school, the expense of which was borne by her husband's eldest brother,
Sir Arthur Templeton, for she held the opinion that while for a boy
the Public School was an excellent institution with a girl it was
quite different. Hence, while her eldest daughter went "Home" for her
education, her boy went to the Blackwater Public and High Schools, which
institutions became henceforth invested with the highest qualifications
as centres of education. Her boy's friends were her friends, and to them
her house was open at all hours of day or night. Indeed, it became
the governing idea in her domestic policy that her house should be the
rallying centre for everything that was related in any degree to her
children's life. Hence, she quietly but effectively limited the circle
of the children's friends to those who were able and were willing to
make the Rectory their social centre. She saw to it that for Herbert's
intimate boy friends the big play room at the top of the house, once a
bare and empty room and later the large and comfortable family living
room, became the place of meeting for all their social and athletic
club activities. With unsleeping vigilance she stood on guard against
anything that might break that circle of her heart's devotion. The
circle might be, indeed must be enlarged, as for instance to take in the
Maitland boys, Herbert's closest chums. She was wise enough to see the
wisdom of that, but nothing on earth would she allow to filch from her a
single unit of the priceless treasures of her heart.

To this law of her life she made one glorious, one splendid exception.
When her country called, she, after weeks of silent, fierce, lonely,
agonised struggle gave up her boy and sent him with voiceless, tearless
pride to the War.

But, when the boy's Colonel wrote in terms of affectionate pride of
her boy's glorious passing, with new and strange adaptability her heart
circle was extended to include her boy's comrades in war and those who
like herself had sent them forth. Thenceforth every khaki covered lad
was to her a son, and every soldier's mother a friend.

As her own immediate home circle grew smaller, the intensity of her
devotion increased. Her two daughters became her absorbing concern. With
the modern notion that a girl might make for herself a career in life
she had no sympathy whatever. To see