told him not to
go. He is a soldier to the backbone."

Mrs. Edward Edwards, 70 Standish Avenue, Rosedale, was
discussing the report that her husband, Lance-Corp. Edward
Edwards of the Princess Patricias, had escaped from a prison
camp in Germany and after travelling over 150 miles of country
arrived with two others on Dutch territory whence they were
shipped to England after being feted by some of the people in
Holland.

"I have heard so many different stories. At first I was told he
was killed, but later he sent me a letter from Germany telling
me he was in a prison camp there. Only last Saturday I had a
letter from him in which he asked me to send him on a box of
soap to wash his clothes. He said in that letter that he had
enough tobacco, cocoa and coffee to last him for some time but
he needed soap."

Lance-Corporal Edwards, who was connected with the Royal
Grenadiers, in Toronto, was formerly a member of the Gordon
Highlanders, and fought with the 2nd Battalion of that regiment
throughout the South African War. Stationed in India at the
outbreak of that war the regiment was sent to South Africa and
was shut up in Ladysmith. He is the possessor of three medals
and five clasps. He took part in the great Delhi Durbar.

"Over a year ago my husband was shot in the foot," said Mrs.
Edwards. "He returned to the trenches and was just three weeks
back when he was posted as missing. That was a year ago last
May. For a long time I had no word of what had happened to him
until I had a letter from him."

VISITS FROM COMRADES.

"Many of the returned Princess Patricias come to see me. Only
last Sunday one of them said to me when talking of my husband:
'He will be escaping from the Germans some of these days.' And
it is just like him to do that. But he and the two with him must
have suffered terribly in the time they were hiding through 150
miles of the enemy's country. I wish I had him home now."

"I heard from him regularly every six weeks by letter.
Occasionally he would send me a postcard between the letters. He
never discussed the war, except in the phrase that it could not
last for ever. He always wrote bright and cheerful letters."

At No. 68 Standish Avenue lives the widow of Private Percy
Edwards, brother of Lance-Corporal Edwards. Private Edwards was