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Zurich Herald, 1917-11-16, Page 2Repels Colds, Chills, and Influenza jeet fupl'i ,./osep Wocifito'T Author of "� "All for a Scrag of Paper," "Dearer Than Life " etc. Published by Hodder &:. Stoughton. Limited. London and Toronto., CHAPTER VII.—(Cont'd.) Thad met occasionally near Ypres; but' As may be imagined, Tom thought a j had had little to say to each other. great deal about it. He knew by the; howeverTthe dmetermh ed to govand see Colonel's questions, and by the tone of him his voice, that the affair was regard-; "h riot He got it bad," said a friend of berilliantas ehhad sa good deallofocommon' McPhail's; "they told nie at the dress. station that he was in no fit coni d • my Mind, and I just accepted the way o' salvation, which my mither e .plain - ed to ane when I were a wee laddie. And it worked; Tom! It worked', I laughed at releegion when I was wi' you in Lancashire; but man, there's nothing else that stands ' by a Nan. Ay, and it works, it does. 4 went"ye to write to my mither and tell her this. Tell her that I gave my life to the Lord on the night before I left Eng- land, that I have not touched a drain of drink since then, and that I died with the love of God in my heart. Will you tell her, Tom?" "Ay," said Tom, "I will," "Write down her address, will ye?" Tom's hand trembled and the tears coursed down his face as be wrote the address of the woman who lived away in the Highlands of Scotland. , "It will comfort her," said McPhai when this was done. "It will make her feel that her teaching and her ex- ample were not in vain." V, "Ay, but you must not die, you must not die," sobbed Tom. "Dinner talk like that, lad," said the Scotchman. ``I have been thinking it all oot sin' I have been here, and it's richt. It's a' richt. Without shed- Ingenious Invention of 'a New' York ding of blood there is no remission of Woman. sin, and you can't purge away iniquity without paying the price: I am a part In these days of wartime activities of the price, Tom.. The Son of God and self-sacrifice; intensive retrench - died that of hers might live. -That's menta, intensive production, intensive training, it will surprise no one dto learn that a New York woman has turned the parlor of her home into a factory where small but willing hands produce the trench torch—otherwise called le petit flambeau. The torch it- self, one of America's latest and most ingenious contributions to the war, is the surprise. • Like many another useful invention, it is simplicity itself—strips of news- paper rolled on a small cylindrical mould of wood, the mould being re- .__ said the moved after the roll is tied with a Seems a very large number of cups to get from a pound of tea. taut e'er that proves the fine quality of Red Rose Tea, which goes further and tastes better because it consists chiefly of rich, strong teas ' grown in the famous district of Assam in Northern India, A ;pound of Red Rose gives 250 cups. Kept Good by the Sealed Package MAKING TRENCH TORCHES. sense. He was able to put two and ! mg not only a fact, it is •a pri.neipal. two together, and his Lancashire tion to be renewed, but they had to y g gumption led him to see further than? doit. , many gave him credit for. He kept ; "You dont, mean to say lie's going his own counsel, but he had become to die!" said Tom. alert to the finger-tips. "Nay, I don't think it's so bad as Altogether that night was the most that," replied the other, "but .he's got wonderful in Tom's history. In a it bad." way he could not understand, it form- when Tom arrived at the little town. ed an epoch in his life; it affected him where the hospital was situated he ,;in many ways. From that time he immediately asked for permission to felt the reality of God. It was not see the wounded man. an impression which came to him for The nurse shook her head. "I doubt a moment and then passed away, it f you can," she replied. was something which became perman- "Is he very bad?" asked Tom. ent. God was a personal Power ever The nurse nodded. "Very bad in - present with him. He was not simply deed," she replied; "he.was' wounded some great Eternal Abstraction, but the other morning when the attack He was a great loving Father, reveal- was made. We seem to have lost a ed through Jesus Christ His Son. All number of men." the teaching he had received in the "Yes," said Tom, "I was there and very silent. •The men who had been Sunday School, all the addresses he I hearthat the Black Watch were talking freely were evidently listening had heard at the Y.M.C.A. huts, came called up " to that which I have tried to describe; Thousands of us are din that oth may live. Christ died that He nix give life and liberty to the world, and in a way that is- what we are doing. I can't richtly explain it,;it's too deep for me; but I see glimpses of the truth. Tom, have you learnt the secret your- self ?" "I think I have," replied Tom. "On the night of the attack I was on sentry duty, and while I was alone I—I pray- ed. I could not say it in words like,. they wouldn't come, but I am sure I got the mrip of it, and I feel as thong God spoke to me." dying man eagerly. 'Prom, do single turn of common cord and be-' think ye could pray now?" fore it has. been dipped in paraffin. By this time the room had become The finished product, a sturdy 'little tube three inches long by about an back to him. He formulated no theories, he tried to shape no creeds, but there seemed to be a Spiriutal De- posit in his life to which he had For a few seconds there was a but the two lads were not conscious of silence between them, while Tom scan- the presence of others. ned the nurse's face closely. "L don't know asI can pray in "Do you mean to say he's going to words," said Tom,"somehow prayer hitherto been a stranger. He was a die?" asked Tom and his voice teem- seems too big to put into words. I child of the Great Eternal Father, and bled a little. just think of God and remember the Jesus Christ had told him what that The nurse nodded. "I am afraid love of Jesus Christ. But happen I Father was like. He said nothing so," she said, "He's too ill to see any can sing if you can bear it." aktout it to any one, it was not some- one, and I doubt if he would know thing •to talk about. To Tom it was you." very real, and in a vital sense the "I am sure he would like to see me," knowledge made him a new man; a said Tom pleadingly; "you see we were new life pulsated through his being. pals in Lancashire, and we saw a What it was he could not tell, did not goodish bit of each other whale we even care. But it was there. In- were in the camp in Surrey. I would self singing the hymn he had -often deed he had a greater love for his like to see him if T could, I would I sungl as a boy. "Ay, •lad, , sing •a hymn," said . the Scotchman. Tom knelt by the dying man's .bed and closed his eyes. For sometime nothing would come to him; his mind seemed a blank. Then he found him - life than ever, but he was no longer really." afraid. "Well, I shall have to speak to the Air not until tea days'1 1<2 l a c(or,?i seaseeilir nvi:s m re, ' "Will *eetvea news that Areacu wait here? I won't be long be - was be - was among the wounded and had been fore I'in back. A curious feeling came into Tom's heart. He did not know very much about McPhail, but he recalled the eon - removed to a hospital some little dis- tance from Ypres, on the road lead- ing to Cassel.- He had seen but little jou, Lover of my soul,.. Let me to Thy Boom fly, C pile the-saglYerer. v+- er--s--r a" • While the tempest st'ff 4s h. Hide me, 0. my.Saviour, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, of McPhail since he had come to; 0 receive my soulhasalast.," France, as the Scotchman's battalion versations that they had had in Lan- "Ay, that's it, that's it," said, the the Black Watch occupieda. then cashire, and he vividly remembered Scotchman, "it's a hymn I dinna ken, the night before they had started for but it goes to the heart of things. Man, trench some three miles from where the Front. McPhail had been very can ye recite to ane the twenty-third the Lancashires were situated. They much wrought upon then. Tom had Psalm?" • watched his face while they at to- "Nay," replied Tom, "I forgot which gether in the Y.M.C.A. hut when the it is." speaker was telling them about the deep needs of their lives. McPhail's face had become set and stern, al- though his lips quivered. Afterwards when they had gone to the canteenethe Scotchman had uttered words which Tom never forgot. He wandered now if- McPhail had meant what he said, wondered too if thAt" he had realised the same experinces which he, Tom, had passed through. It seemed awful that this tall, stal- wart Scotchman was going to die. Why should Hien be killed in 'this way? Why should that lonely Scatchwoman, McPhail's another, have to ` suffer be- cause of German ,lisle ? The nurse came back to him. "He wants to see you," she said, "and the doctor says he may. He's been asic- "he .ilIctaitt„Va ley;: in Southeastern iregon E. i baautifcl,sfetbte \district that you ought to intrastate. Many shrewd farmers are buying thero, because. their keen business foresight tails them that' investment will pay big returns from the: natural increase in the value of the land 'aiane, to say nothing of the big crops that 1thhey can produce.;. Prices law; terms easy. , Ask me far -authentic Information, abso' futely free. It.A.SSSITS Colonization St IndustrialAdf., Union Pacific System Boea1346_ G. P. Bldg.. Q.aebe, Heb' "That's because you were born and reared in a godless country,' replied the Scotchman. "No Scottish lad ever fbrgets the twenty-third Pseln;, especially those who canna thole the paraphrases. 'The Lord is my Shepherd,' surely ye ken that, Tom?” "Ay," replied Tom eagerly, "I know Then the two lads recited the psalm together: "The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside still war. "teHesrestoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His Name's•sdke. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou are with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me." "Stop there!" said the Scotchman. "That's eno'. It's a' there, Tom; that's why I'm not afraid now. I'm in the valley of the shadow of death, but I dinna fear: the Lord is wi' me, and He's gotten hold of my hand." "You must go now," said the. nurse, coming tip, "the doctor says you must not stay any longer." "Good-bye," . said the Scotchman, with a smile, "it's a' richt; you'll tell my mither, won't you?" "Ay, I will," said Tom. "And—and Tom," said the Scotch - man almost eagerly, "although I shall be dead, I shall be near you, and mebee— Ay, but we shall meet in a better world, Toni. It's a' richt." As Tom passed through the room where the sick and wounded men lay, he noticed 'that they looked towards' him longingly, wondsx i lig c,7. The at- mosphere of the placseemed charged with something sacred. At that mo- ment Tom knew the meaning of the word Sacrament: - The 'mkt' day 'the Scotchman died. The nurse was with hien to the very last, and; just' before he breathed 'his last breath he lifted his eyes to her with a sllaile. It s' a 'richt, nurse,„ ” he said, what my thither taught me was true down to the. very foundations." • "Alt, it was grand, it was • grata!" said Toni Pollard when be heard the news. , "It doesn't seem like death at all, it was just victory, 'victory!" After that Tom did his work with a new light in his eyes. It seemed as though his visit to the Scotohanan had removed the last remaining blond which had hung in' the sky of his faith,' (To be continuedejr' FIELD i S ing for you." CASHER AND PAYMASTERS IN FRANCE CASH DOMINION EXPRESS FOREIGN CHEQUES THE BEST WAY TO SEND MONEY TO THE BOYS IN THE TRENCHES SairreSaiMilner Toronto's remota 1-lotel Many People Make a B -Line fg the 'Walker House (The House pp#vloA y) ai soon as they arrive in T004:d, 'he meals, the service to litOtot-like appointments oditatit+ t $a itiagnet that draws iftete,• ere, I}ltmer 6Oc. jY. .rg1Dihiner'i5c. �Atm HOUSE onid4 Ammo mo Hotel IrOP.ONTO, CANADA netts; liesdonatale Gen. Wright of Co., Props. asseastessespeznamarsmornammesomm ee, • "Asking for me?" queried Tom. "Yes, I didn't know anything about it. He's been telling another nurse that he wanted to see you. Pollard is your name, isn't it?" A few seconds later Tom was ad= mitted into the room where a number of men lay. McPhail was in a corner of the room partially hiddea from the rest. The Scotchman gave Tom a smile of recognition as he came up to hint. "I felt sure ye'd come," he whisper- ed, "They told me I couldna get at ye, but I had a feeling that I should see ye before I died." Toni hesitated a second before re- plying. "It may not be as bad as that," he said, "lets of chaps who have looked worse 'than you have got better." "Nay," said McPhail, "I'm pipped, I have got to go. I'm not in any pain, though," he added quickly,"the doctor saw to that, but it willna be long afore I'm gone. Toni, I would like ye to write a letter to any mither. As I told you, she's a godly woman, and I've grieved her sair." "I will do anything you ask me, Mc- Phail," was Tom's reply. "Ay, but don't give up; you may get well yet, and have another smack at the Ger- mans." "Nay," replied the other, "I have (lane my bit. I would like to live a bit longer, but there, it's a' for the best. I'm not afraid, Tom; do you re- member that night before we came out here, when we left the canteen to- gether ?" "Ay, 1 remember." "I settled it that night," said the Scotchman. "You remember me' tellin' ye that I was always a thinking sort o' laddie? Weal, when I got away by mysel' that night I made up inch in diameter, gives a .six candle- power light for forty-five minutes at the—in this day—amazing cost of one-third of a cent. Add to this trivial cost a singular adaptability to conditions now prevail- ing in the zone of trench warfare, and surgeon and soldier have good reason to .rejoice. The torch is waterproof, an important item; it is easily carried in pocket or pouch by the dozen, if ne- cessary; it is all but indestructible; it burns with a clear, bright flame and is non -explosive. A11 these points re- coinmend it to the surgeon in the field or the soldier in, his trench or dugout. Adiparently the trench torch has to. stay. Its pi aetical tt ity is: . 'i'f' area fee's oven state-. t that the •torch makes it possible to light thirty soldiers forty-five min- utes for ten cents, or as long as it takes to read a short story or play a game of cards. And this does not take into account the more serious phase when a surgeon bends over a stricken man and dresses his wounds by the flaming light of a little slug of paraf- fine soaked' waste paper. The simple idea of a woman eager to serve! Only that. 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Even those who do not know Colonel Sir John Griffiths, whether as Mem- ber of Parliament, in industrial af- fairs or in his newer capacity as sol- dier, will be immensely entertained by the account which he gives in the an- nual report of the Rumanian Consoli- dated Oilfields, Limited, of the waytin which he destroyed the Rumanian oil wells when the Germans were ap- proaching them, says a London corre- spondent. Probably no company has ever presented a more racy document to its shareholders, and through the whole .story the personality of Colonel Griffiths is presented to the life—his thoroughness, his disregard of conse- quences, his habit of overruling those who stand in the way, He did a great piece of work in Rumania, one for which he received the K.C.B., carry- ing through his job with a ruthless thoroughness which no German gen- eral could hope to better. Colonel Sir John Norton Griffiths was charged to render the oil walls useless to the Germans. He had to contend at once with the natural re- luctance of the compani.e's—most of which were not British owneclto see property worth millions destroyed, and with a Rumanian commission very much concerned for the future of the oil industry, and anxious to leave the wells in such condition that they could be opened later. A Miraculous Escape: The English officer had no • policy but the total destruction, of everything —the burning of all the stocks of oil, the breaking up of machinery of every kind, and the plugging of the wells so that no human ingenuity could open them again. He had his way, because he insisted on doing what he had decided to 'do, and when he and the • officials to . whom he had given temporary commissions drove away a little while before the Germans ar- rived they did not leave a thing which could advantage the German army. There is one very characteristic touel. Lin the story. 'At certain, works. the tld ks and the sho`pe had been fired. The Rumanian Commission said it was dangerous to stay any longer, as the power house, brim full of gas, might catch fire and explode at any moment. Colonel Griffiths, however, would not hear of the word "danger," and per- sisted in setting fire to - the power house. He took a lighted fuse of hay and entered the building, setting fire to the oil in the basement which had pre- viously been pumped in. So strong was the gas in this building that one could have been asphyxiated in min- utes do remaining inside. It is a miracle that -Colonel Griffiths (who was slightly burned) and the rest were not killed. The only explanation is that the gas mixture in the building was too strong for quick combustion and explosion. Some time ago, when Colonel Grif- fiths told something of this incident to a numbel of friends, they little dream- ed from his manner of telling the - story that miraculous intervention had been required to make it possible for him to tell the tale at all. GRASSHOPPER CAN SWIM. 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During flight its speed varies from three to twenty miles an hour, When it is tired it rests on the water and is borne along on the .waves: The great power, the divine dowry of womanhood, is that of receivin and giving inspiration. hi this a girl often surpasses her brother; and it is for her to hold firmly and faith- fully to her holiest instincts, so that. when he lets his standard droop, she may, through her spiritual strength, be a standard bearer for him.