The age-herald., 1902-01-05

To De Wet an income Of s50001 year. But this hardy patriot was not of the stuff of Benedict Arnold No Boer Is for sale.
 To President Kruger, in Paris, messages have come stating that thirty thousand men still harass the British forces in the Veldt They are veterans and they are patriots. They are soldiers engaged in holy war, the defnse of their altars the altar of their country. To he sure they risk no regular engagements. Did Wash ington? And Kitchener? He is heart sick He went to Africa covered with honors. seeking more honors. Not enc great mli- tary feat has been accomplished. His illusive foe offers him mo opportunity to win laurel He has been forced to fight women and children. He fears he will win a place alongside of Weyler, the Spanish butcher in Cuba
 In England the eyes of the nation are divided in gazing on two events; one divi- sion the nobility, devising costum es for a Gilbertian comedy to be produced in June. called the Coronation; the other, the two hundred thousand soldiers recruited from the people, wearing themselves out with useless marches. England is a curious spectacle divided between the fantastic and the real. The good humor of the people Is catered to by such informa- ton as that three hundred thousand er- mine are being slaughtered for the court dresses of peers and peeresses who are to march behind Edward, the Reformed, singing, "ta, ra, we are dignihed and stately and the bad humor Is fostered by the illsuppressed news that the Afri- can war will again increase the taxes and probably force on the government a conscription.
 Christmas Day in England was sad one. In every home there was a missing son. Grief caused by the war hastened the death of Victoria, the Well-Beloved; and is causing the deaths of hundreds of anxious mothers. Taxation has hit the conscience of the nation, and the fear of draft has awakened the public to , ask, Why did we get into this war, any way?"
 During our revolution an American party gained strength with every week and every victory, and today Boer party Is rapidly forming In England. Too proud to acknowledge the failure of British arms, too proud to admit the tears being shed for her hardy young men who fall in skirmishes and die from fever; too proud to admit that a draft would meet with resistance; too proud to admit that her domestic trade is being captured by Americans and her taxes growing beyond endurance, this party Is appealing to the Christian sentiment of the people. It points to the horrors of the concentration camps, and says, better let the Boers go than wage the kind of war Kitchener is conducting.
 Miss Emily Hobhouse, an English girl, went to South Africa to investigate the concentration camps. Her letters mortified England. Her narrative bore the stamp of truth. She told the unvarnished tale of murder, of peaceful homes burned. of wo- men and children driven before the bay onet, of farms destroyed of cattle butch cred. She painted in lurid coloring the disgraceful story of crowded camps, of babies dying at famished mothers breasts of insufficient shelter, of the herding of tenderly- y-nurtured women in fever tinted pens. Lord Kitcheners fiance, an earle's daughter, read and discarded her soldier lover, and he shipped Miss Hob house back to England. But this :woman's