For a week or two the sluggish stream of Wellingsfordian life flowed on undisturbed.

The chief incident was a recruiting meeting held on the Common.

Sir Anthony Fenimore in his civic capacity, a staff-officer with red tabs, a wounded soldier, an elderly, eloquent gentleman from recruiting headquarters in London, and one or two nondescripts, including myself, were on the platform.

A company of a County Territorial Battalion and the O.T.C.of the Godbury Grammar School gave a semblance of military display.

The Town Band, in a sort of Hungarian uniform, discoursed martial music.