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LU.:CkNOW SENTINEL
LUCKNOW, ONTARIO
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On the Huron -Bruce Boundary
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Autumn
As I looked out the window this morning
And saw Nature's carpet of gold
The leaves of the. Chestnut and Maple
Were protecting the flowers from cold.
What beauty there is .all around us.
If only we take time to see
Even .the weeds change their dresses
As Autumn's call turns the key.
We know Winter's white blanket will follow
But. for this. quiet time. we are glad
The bird's .songs right now are muted
Remembering the good days they've .had.
The scarlet and golds are all mingled
What a beautiful mantle to see
A cheery picture from nature
Her Thanksgiding gift for free.
—Edith Webster
Letters to
To the Editor:
The Lucknow and District
Branch of the 'Arthritis Soci-
ety }has Completed a success-
ful campaign raising $1,900*
to' be used for the society's
.program of research and
education.. •
A campaign is very Much
a team effort and •We would
like to thank all those who.
helped and all •'those who
gave.
Canvasser were: Mary
Lavis, Wilma Clarke,, Blan-
che ..Needham,. Sharon Mac-
Dougall, *Alice • Doelman,
Marilyn Maclntyre, Jean
Kaufman, Marlene Stritth-
ers, Thelma Brown, Winni-
fred Gammie, Kathleen Mac-
Donald, Dora Brooks, Edna
Ross, Anna Johnstone, Tillie
Wilson, Joan Helm, A. Len -
nips, Margeurite Sanderson,
Bertha Whitcroft, Kathy Ol-
son, S. Rivett, Rena Menary,
Lynda Curran, Mary Ander-
son, Donna Young, Mary
Here, Jean Errington, Winni-.
fred ; Girvin, Alma Black,
Pearl Menary, Mary Lou
Raynard, Shirley 4. Hack-
ett, J. W. Scott, Darla Allan,
John McMurchy, Kay Craw-
ford, Maudie Fisher, Marion
Donais, Marlene Stothers,
Irene Martin, Jan Caesar,
Herb Clark, Mary E. Tre-
. leaven.
Captains 'were:'. Betty Rit-
chie, Olive Blake, Anne Aus-
rr
the editor
tin, Margaret Hamilton, Bea-
trice O'Donnell,. Kay Collyer, •
Sandra Collyer, Sara Ritchie,"
Cora Cranston, Jean ' Kauf-
man, Ena Henderson; Mary
MacIntyre, .. Tillie . Wilson;
Betty . Smith, Mamie Roul-
ston.
The Lucknow and District
Arthritis Society.
To the Editor:
On October 25 there will
be a self-help display and
program at the Brookside
• ?ublic School in Dungannon '.
at 8 p.m. The articlesare
made by . people in other
-countries, working in their
ancient arts: These are sold
and the money sent back to
the producers that they may
become more independent,
and thus have a greater.
feeling of self-respect and
personal growth.
Everyone is invited, and
the program will include a
filmstrip illustrating how the
sale of these goods will be
giving food to the 'hungry,
housing for the homeless and
education for the young.
The evening is being put
on by the ladies of the
Christian Fellowship group
in Dungannon.
Sincerely,
(Mrs. H.) Marion Lawrence.
Helen and Carl Schack open snack in Whitechurch store
The disappearance of Mary MacLeod became the
number one topic of gossip•at Redtrees, There •was
little to ;talk about really, except. that the minister's '
daughter had Left the community.'But, why?That was
the burning question on the Ii.ps of the tattle. talers.•
Douglas MacLeod: had the answers to most of the
mysterious circumstances: He- was a master in the
art of .conversation, and the gossipers got Tittle or.
'nothing .out of him.
"I heard your daughter's gone away for a.speii,
Douglas. Is that right?"
Yes indeed," was ail .the minister would reply.
`She'll be coming back soon, I guess?"
"The Lord directs our comings and goings. If, it's
• His will, 'then I' trust she will return shortly". This
statement was sufficient • to terminateany further
questions of the curious congregation. •
Jessie MacCrirnmon.was not the least amongst the
inquisitive, and she was another of Douglas's ,flock
who tried to question . him without ,success: The'•
minister found some comfort in her questions' He
knew that.'Jessie's husband Jarries,the only other
personto read Mary',s •''last letter, was keeping the,
confidential information secret', James MacCrimmon
was a man you could trust with your life'
It was obvious that Jessie would learn' nothing
unless ' she questioned her husband. This would
require very careful tact. James was not likely to
volunteer information in the interest of mere curiosity,
One day, Jessie confronted her husband at the
breakfast table. It was not the best of times. James
was a little morercr..abby than usual.
"You didn't tell me why you„ went to :Pantown with
Douglas MacLeod ,the other morning. ,
James shovelled a piece of egg into his mouth and
drew the back of his hand across his lips: He
swallowed and the danger signal: flashed in his eyes,
but, he didn't ' offer to speak. Having gone 'so far,
Jessie had to press home her attack.
"f seed you readin' that letter - from 'Mary weren't
it? I figure I got the right ter know - a man aught ter
trust his wife, so 'e did!" She picked up the coffee pot
from the wood stove and poured the brown liquid into
his cup, James remained Silent but his temper was.
beginning to rise.
"It ain't right, leavin' Douglas MacLeod like that -
ail. alone, an'�.'•im a widower. She.ain't got no business
leavin' 'im!"
"Hush up woman," Jafnes, interjected angrilly.
"Tain't nobody's business except Douglas Mac-
Leod's."
"And yours James. 'e came•ter you on 'er account:
know 'e did - 'e made It; your business and mine when
you seed that letter she wrote. I figure I got the right
ter know.'
James pushed his chair backwards and got to his
feet. He wagged a finger at his wife.
"You got no right ter nothin'. You, nor yer
• gossipin' friends. You're all guessin',, So yer are, an'
yer got 'old of the dirty end of the stick, Yer can keep
on guessin' but I'm tellin.'.. yer, you'd better keep yer
trap shut. What's between'me and MacLeod is just
Memory
'BY 1 .A 'CAMPBEp,t"•- „;,
that, between' im.an' me. It don't concern ..nobody
else!
'• p put on a heavy winter coat and hat and stormed
out of the house.' leaving. his coffee stillin the cup,
Standing.'by the .rail fence, he looked out across -the
snow covered rolling land,; As it happened, James
knew even' more than the minister: He recalled that.
Mary and Angus had been childhood sweethearts and
guessed what they felt for•.each ot`her.:.It was true he
had never seen them together in recent times, but the
looks which his son had given the minister's daughter
in the church, toldhim all there was to know. If Mary
MacLeod was pregnant then the father of her unborn
child was his own son, Angus: For a .moment he was
tempted to go back into the house and telt his.wife the.
whole truth. That would really give her something to
think about: Itwould sure shut her mouth, so; it would!
As he made his way down to the barn, through the
drifting snow, he told himself that it was his duty to
write 'and' tell Angus. It would be a secret that the
two of them would share not even the•minister knew
the father' of Mary's child. '• '
tt:was February when Angus received hisfather's
letter. The battlefields of France were scarred with
shell holes, the remains of buildings and.. splintered..
trees. Somewhere along the •seemingly'endless lines
of trenches, the Caledonian Scottish still waited in the..
half frozen Mud, fortheirbaptism of fiire..They had
grown used to the appalling conditions, the smell of
death, garbage, latrines and the creatures who lived
with them - rats and those smaller more vicious,
persistant .tormentors: the lice which fed* upon a
soldier's blood. • ' .
Angus .knew he had to live with a misery more
difficult to endure than mere physical discomfort. He
now had;to live with a constant anxiety of guilt add
helplessness, and always appearing in his - thoughts,
the sweet smiling face of Mary MacLeod. There was
little•to live for now, he told himself. He* cursed the
sheer stupidity of war and in 'his, ignorance, the
Germans. They'd pay so` they would -'they would have
to reckon with more than just an ordinary soldier when
they met him. God help the German who faced
Sergeant Angus MacCrimmon.
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