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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1917-12-28, Page 8k oa la'nQN, O. 911.0eifikcr • Author of ,•A11 fora• Scree of t al er, • „Dearer Than Lee. -- 1 tee •• eta. Published by I'iocleer & s touahtun. letmiteet, Laudon and 'reroute CHAPTER XL—et Cont'tl l done," replied Mrs. I.,ister, "will make I'resen:1 the ci.vicc' was over, a11cl+his way anywhere. If God spares his Tom -male` his way towards the i esti-; late. he will (game back when the war's pule of the church. Scores of hands; aver. and you will nothave any rea- were held cert to him, hundred: of : son to he ashamed of him. lie is not earning any brass now,and that's greetings were offered to him Many; right, for he's serving his King and congratcul ltcclhim ou his braver,; Count/7,and doing his duty like a aucl on hr . cli: tinction. ' man; but wait till we have licked the Then eutiderly Tom's heart ceased; (;.ermans, then Tom will let you know.' to bear+ for standing before him was; "I don't deny that he's a'sharp, cap Al, c' TO4ter, 1 able lad," said George, "and it's eas AT TIE SIGN OF THE RED 1ANGLE THE BEN)iF'ICENT WORK OF THE Y, M. C. A. Relatives of Wounded, Summoned t France, Are Honored Guests of the Association. mother to work for you, and she'd want nothing better than to sit and look at youin the evening," had come the gniek reply, The "Camp Baby," There was a baby, too, 'in that old lot of experimexads that were tot very ]lase y,1 , successful. There were the 'Mane - Slept an a margarine box mounted on a theres (ateaning "huge beasts") for packing -case frame and covered with example-' Some of them were nearly warm, Kray flannel. as big tie elephants; but no human be- Hie; father was an English soldier ing ever saw one alive. o end his mother a prettne nglish girt They pa�;sed out of existence a mil - He is the youngest member of the ley Ron or more .years ago, and such bl.C.A., that baby, :a real "camp baht' knowledge as we have of them to -day of the war. its derived from.their bones, dug out f His father had been badly wounded, of the rocks in the western part of t Ir a QUEER BEASTS OF LONG AGO. Tat Did Not Survive Because Not Adapted to E viroument. Nature seems to have made a whole c neer little fellow who The Red Triangle is the sign o .comfort and good fellowship. means' warmth and a welcomer cora panionship and light,. It is a•constan ray of brightness in this most to and they wired .for his pretty wife to North America. They were of many It , come cat once. Little hope was held a.pecin,s, and undoubtedly itt their time t-• out for his recovery. were very numerous. table of wars. Tom f''it his tongue cleave to• the. to see that our Alice is fair gone on roof of his mouth. Ile could not him. That's why she had nowt to do speak, while Alice seemed almost as; wi the young parson, and wi Harry much wrought upon as he. Brairiield. Well, I want Alice to be then of seeing Harry Brimfield. hut' a moor thing, however lunch brass you Harry was. nowhere present. What roomy have. 'Appen I can put Tom in did it mean? the way of getting on when the war's Afterwards Tom wondered at his over. Ay, he's a gran lace, as you temerity; wondered that he should say, and it was real plucky the way lie dare to speak to her at all. But , nabs 'd :ha German spy kind got the some power which vvas stronger thanpapers. No wonder the King thinks He looked round as if in expecte- happy, and marriage without love f himself eolnelellcd him to do ski. He , such a lot of him." held out his bend to her. Upon this George Lister filled his "How are you, Alice?" he said, i pipe slowly, and there was a look of Ali,e Gave hint her hand, but did Pride in his eyes. not reply, seve that her fingers . As for Alice, she sobbed for very treanbled in his. r jay when she went to her room that A thousand hopes, fei.cies, and night. "Oh, thank God, thank God, fears flashed throegh his mind and oo!" .1•ieher heart. and he is coining it heart; then Aries slia ly lifted her eyes co".d1' - r011, an111 the mornng• other," said Tom when he to "May I walk hone with you,. reacAtleehed hListerome•.", ""I hhave made it up with Alice?" he stammered. "Yes, if you will, Tom," and the two! Tho' neverses!" and Mrs. Pollard's walked away side by side. I voice was very caressinn g. "That's one They walked -up Liverpool Road to for Polly Powell, rnay. She war gether for some time without speak- . never thy sort, Tom lass wi a ing a word. On every side the �owd mother like that can never be ony passed them. but Tom did not heed, +, g «Av and she's erre finest lames i' lois heart was too full for wirers, his Branford, is Alice ' Lister," said mind too cecu,pied with wild, turbul- Ezekiel contentedly; "and is she will- ent fancies. Presently they passed in to waitfor thee, Tom ?" into a quiet lane where they were ap-i Tom laughed joyfully.parently. alone, "Mabe they will make an officer "`Alice," said Tom at length, "I'm ' of thee " said Mrs, Poll: rd. fair ashamed of myself, I—I'm just. No,'l said Tom, "I shall never be a "No," and Alice interrupted him,1 anofficer, I don't belong to that class; "you are a hero, Tont, you have done perhaps I will be a sergeant, or some - wonderful thiaags." thing like that, but that's as may be; anyhow, I'll do my bit." "Ah, but that is nothing," was Tom's i When Tom's leave was up, George reply, I could not help doing that, Lister said he had business in London, no decent lad could. But the other' so Alice accompanied him. Truth to now—ay, Alice, I am ashamed of , tell, the bush ess which George had myself. I was such a fool too!" ? was only a secondary matter; he saw Alice did not speak; perhaps she that Alice wanted to accompany her was delighted at Tom's self-condexnna lover as far as she could, and the tion, or perhaps, which was more like-; business was a pretext. I also made ly, she was eagerly waiting for him to, my way to Waterloo Station to see say more. : Tom oft • that was only a few days "Is it true what mother told me?", ago. anti what I saw and heard is he asked, after what seemed a long fresh in my memory. .But however silence. long I may live, I shall never forget "What did she tell you?" I the look in Tom's eyes as he stood on "That you are engaged to Harry, the platform with Alice by his side. Briarfieid." i A great light was burning there, the "No!" replied the .girl eagerly; "I: light of love, and duty, and faith, and never was!" I chastened joy. "Then is it that young parson?" "Don't fear, Alice," said the lad, "I "No, Tom; who could have told you will come back again all right." such lies?" 1 "You—you are sure ,you will take Lancashire people are very tirade- 1 care of yourself, Tom," and Alice's monstrative in their love-makin • as voice was husky, although she was in most of their things, and although evidently making a great effort to be Tom was nearly swept off his feet with brave. joy at what Alice had said, he still: "Ay, that I will," said Torn. walked on by her side quietly, and for ; Crowds of soldiers thronged the some seconds did not speak again. ; platform, while hundreds of their "I never reaIly cared about Polly friends who came to see thein off made Powell," he said presently, "even at it difficult to move; many of the Tom - the time I --I—" , mics were shouting 'and cheering, "I knew, Tom," and the girl almost while others found their way into the sobbed as she spoke, "I knew all the ca"Theyssas if plendid tofebe quiet. ;;ie aid time you could never really care for Alice, ""hut same of them are very her, and—and that you would coane, rough, aren't they?" bac to me. That was why--' ? "Just a bit rough," replied Tom, ""Why what?" asked Tom. ""but they are all right. Some of those "`Wiry there was never anybody else' but you, Tom." , very chaps who look rough and corn - "Do you mean it, Alice? do you mo 11cr fon ace any ust heroes, kind you ofoger to; doea really mean it?"and Tom's voice was pal a food turn. Perhaps you may hoarse and tremulous. "Can you not thank it to look at them, but their forgive me? I chucked Polly Powell heerte are true as gold. This war has long ago, and I let her know it yester- made a wonderful difference in them." day when I came home. She met me at the station with the others, and 1 Arica pressed his arm convulsively. "yon know that book you lent me never knew what a fool I had been the other day," went on Tom, "that till I saw her just asshe was. Ay, I ' boort of Kipling's where there is a must have been mad!" " replied story about a ship that found herself. "I heard all about it.the It means a lot, does that story. That's girl, "but it didn't need that to tell me whet this v,'ar has done for a lot of us that you would come back to me, Tom. chaps, it's helped us to find ourselves." The guard blew his whistle, and "•Ay," said Tom, "but I feel so there was a slamming of doors. ashamed. I feel as though I have nog "Good-bye, Alice,"� and Tom held thing to offer you. I am only a poor her close to his heart. "The war will Tommy with a baba day, but will. you wait for me Alice, till the war is be over soon, and then, please God, 1 will come back again." over ?—and then if God spares my life ""yes, yes, Tom, and—and you know I will work for you night and day, and I will be always thinking of you, and I will give you as good a home as „ there is in Brunford.' praying for you. , „ Ay, lass, I do, that's why I'm not •I can't lisle waiting for you, sob a bit afraid. It's not good-bye, Alice, bed*tilace, y , , "Because—because—epu" asked Tom. it's „ You will be bau rave, won'tir as eyou?n"h say. I oh, you know. al - It was not until an hour later ""yes, Tom," she spoke bravely, ,that though her voice was husky;""and— Tem and Alice ap feared» at George and, Torn" --this with a sob ""I shall t Li ter's house. During that time Tom be loving you—loving you all the had . told Alice the story of his life „ since he had parted from her. Told tmZe, Slow] Ilei of the influences which had been y the trainno left the station, en at work, how he had been led to pray, the arriageg theirs hundreds of men and how Itis heart had all the time stood waving hands, and shout- tg Leen longing for her. In spite of fnl, . They were going di back to the t Alice's repeated questions he had said grim, cold trenches, going to danger, very little about Inc hour of peril, and possible death; but they were When he hacl risked his life to serve going with brave hearts and the light its country; that seemed of little im-of resolution in their eyes. Amongst • portance to him. His one thought them was' Tom. Ire, too, was wtv Wee to make Alice know that he was hi hand, although his lips were c ,ashamed of himself' for leaving her, tr maims. and that; he loved her all the time. "God help me to do Ivy bit, and then e "' y," "said George Lister to his take me back' to her," he prayed. s Wife when Tom had left the house Will he come back again, or will be "'one Alice is a fool." . ' be one of those who give their lives a ` ',Alien she is," replied 141'xte Lis for the defence of honor and home? s tea "b:lt von's a grand lad, •<a fuer. This I know: he with a great host•of k greed laid!'" others will fight on, and bold on uut.il " c sins. be ., errand lad," retorted vietol'y is Won, the s i'Io1•y which h meale4 peaee, 11 (The end.) It is much easier to clean windows "A 18d that mut cio what he has oh a cloudly day than on a bright day. It is the sign of the Y.M.C.A.. What England and Fiance and. a the Allied countries would be to -da without the Y.M.C.A. I cannot imag 100, says a correspondent. ""Sei iewhere in France" they at , dotted by the.. hundred. The Red Tri angle gleams everywhere. And tiler is one work they are doing that ha gleaned little publicity but has been invaluable—I speak of the receptio of the relatives of the wounded, who are summoned to France to the bed- side of their men, and who are the Y.M.C.A.'s honored guests. Nothing can mitigate the first sharp sorrow of loss, and too often the rela- tives are "not in time" to bid a: last farewell. But everything that can be done is done—on a system wise and kindly. The young• wife answered the call The Museum of Nai:ut al history, in r immediately. She was at the bedside New Fork, has made rt•reat collections of her husband "Somewhere in of their osseous remit -et; and many ,. n,. •re so ,he. would live. rear] conn lete that its y p experts are y' Three days later'her baby was born. able to make good ""re;;torations" of Convalescent soldiers evade the era- t 11'France" at the .rests, and knew that of the skeletons tt has ;e t,aecl a A secs atures, showing what they I and nurses c. die, uu . es ad led and lined it. pn „. look•ad hlsin lif e ;Per blankets and bedding there were e. They were contemporary, in this khaki mufflers, donated by the men. country, with horses the size of mod- e.' The "camp infant" had a happy life. ern foxes, tapirs not much bigger, s 'When at last the baby was dressed camels no larger than cottontail rib- oelfor its cross -Channel trip and the mar- bits (hich .seem to leave been exceed Hope of Resurrection. I have in mind one old French house which I visited when I was in France: It is a hostel for those relatives who, anxious of heart, have been summoned peremptorily across the Channel 'to the bedside of wounded and dying men. There they are made Welcome, no mat- ter how long their stay may be. And if their man dies, they are not left alone in their trouble. The girl who follows her brother or father or sweet- heart to the grave has with her a com- panion, a.wonian worker of the Red Triangle, who stays beside her to the end. I remember a scene like that. It was in summertime, and the country- LORRAINE AND - CONVERSATION Lorraine was going out to luncheon. Lorraine had had very few luncheon invitations in her life, and she was full of happy excitement as she ran into her mother's room for final inspection" Three hours later Lorraine return- ed. She tries} to answer her moth- er's questions about the gowns and the decorations and the menu gayly. But, when she finally escaped to her own room she locked the door end, taking off her pretty gown, threw herself' on the bed and sobbed and sobbed. It was so dreadful not to be able to falk ' --to sit like a Stick, with the gay nonsense glancing all. about you, and not to be able to say a single word! She never wanted to go to a luncheon again as long as she lived! What Lorraine bad not discovered was that with many persona conver- sation is an acquired art, to be studied and practiced as diligently a mathe- matics, but that with study and practice it can be mastered as surely as any other study. Only the day garirne box packed with baby clothes, inf;•ly numerous ire the plains region of before, for example, Lorraine had there was a silence m the old French the West), bear -like cats and giant been reading a clever magazine story. douse, and a void. dogs four times the weight of a St. * * 1 Bernard. Many and varied were. the Ietters re- In those days there was a land- ceivecl, and from all parts of the world. bridge across Bering Strait, and ant - One day the post brought a dozen tiny mals migrated to and fro between Asia envelopes with letters written on mini- ature note paper and in lead pencil. The handwritings were wobbly and uncertain and gaps were filled up with crosses and kisses. They were mess ages from tiny tots in Sunday school away in far-off Canada! For all over the world the call o the Red Triangle comes—and eve children are anxious to "do their bit.' COULD CROSS „ i o3aS ATLANTIC. Giant Biplane Flew 1 at:1t.sessly From London to Constantinople. As she read it, she thought only of the heroine and her experiences; but if she had been watching, she could have discovered three distinct lights upon her own problem—negative lights, to - and North America. Our buffalo came be sure, telling how not to do it, but. from Asia (say the naturalists by none the less valuable. that path; and it was by the sam"`Stella," the story said, "wondered route that the Old World obtained a little wistfully what it would be like. - from this continent the horse and the to talk with a really clever person. s earner, Her father was clever, but he was not But the Titanotheres failed to sur- socially pliable and didn't really talk. f vive somehow. Perhaps they were with Stella; he merely expressed in ai wiped out by bear -cats and other big ' carnivores. Whatever the reason, they ceased entirely to exist, being re- placed by other herbivorous mammals better adapted to the American envi- ronment. The great Handley -Page biplan which in July flew in eight stage from England to Constantinople ant bombed the Goebeii carried five even and although she, bore as well thein baggage and bedding, spare parte A POISONED SEA. e — s Poisonous Gases Released by Earth- 1squake Shock. For the eighth time since 1844 fish side was gloriously green. Brrdd were and oil, bombs and machine guns, carolling in the tall trees and theitir and spare propeIIers, she carried them was heavy with the scent of flowers. easily. It could, Bays an expert, have Ile came with his flag over him, to crossed the Atlantic in 20 hours. the solemn sound of the last post. The The great Rolls-Royce engines never promise of resurrection was read faltered, They brought the airmen to Saloniki, and thence to a base "some- where nearer Turkey." Then the great adventure. began.. The baggage and •! dding and spare parts were left be- hind. The pilot and a passenger (Squadron -Commander K. S. Savory and Flight -Lieut. H. McClelland) sat in front, and the engineer (Engineer - Lieut. T. Rawlings) was free to walk his narrow cabin and watch above and below from the machine-gun plat- forms. They flew 250 miles • in about three hours, and then beneath the spread- ing wings saw the lights of Constan- tinople and all the vessels, ineluding the Goeben, a blaze of light. Down they came and loosed a salvo of bombs at the battle -cruiser. They circled and dropped another salvo, and then made along the Bosphorus, where they sought out the German headquarters ship and bombed her. Amid a hail of Turkish shells they found the Turkish War Office. .Ac- cording to a Turkish communique at the time, this was "not destroyed," "but," said one of our airmen, "the bombs weighed 112 lb., and we were great story to tell. His boy was •there for half an Hour. "loin' fine." They had had to ampu- A'Landoli Daily Mail representative tate his leg, but he was putting up a was told by an aeroplane builder that real stiff fight. Who would give fresh a British aeroplane, carrying a lot life blood to turn the balance? p s Y g pilot, It was asnub-nosed, freckled lad six passengers, and 700 lb. of luggage, from far Lochaber who responded. Ile has flovli from Hendon to Paris ins was a big, strong soldier—and he two hours, and that we have machines laughed at the sacrifice. It was noth- to carry hail b. of bombs (nearly a ins. He was proud and glad. ton and a half). to4hen why do we not bomb Berlin?" All day it seemed as though the ""That is quite possible," said the constructor, "but it is not my depart ment—but something big may happen soon." across his grave. All around Was khaki, standing sharply at attention. The picture will always be vignetted on my mind. • • "Dust to dust, ashes to .ashes, in sure and certain hope of the resurrec- tion to eternal life!" We walked back when the service was over to the Y.M.C.A. That walk is a place of pilgrimage, where thou- sands' of men and women will come after the war to pay tribute to the last resting place of their (lead. "Some- where in France," with brilliant -color- ed flowers over them. A joyous little garden nods over each man's grave. `�Te•returned to the welcome of the Reci Triangle. Care of Anxious Parents. Out in the queer, old-fashioned courtyard a father was pacing up and down alone. He was a kindly, friend- ly man from the far north of Scotland, fond of a ""crack" (chat) with his neighbors. But to -night no one dared speak to him. He was fighting the shadow alone. It was only yesterday that he had a fight was won. The sacrifice had turn- ed the tide. But when night fell < , the kihange. Now it was the father who must fight alone. What should he write to the boy's mother and sister home in Scotland? None of us dared speak to line, as he paced slowly up and down the old French courtyard. There was an American mother, oo, who had crossed two seas to see her boy, her only son. Her whole life un. upin was boundhim, Her whole con- versation was of his early days; his oodness, hit fine working capabili• les, his kindness to her. For two long weeks she had been under a haunting fear which she would not name, Spartan that she was. After 'the visit to the hospital she aline back smiling. Yes, he had recognized her, He loolt- d very white and thin, but he was omehow just the same bright boy as. ]ways. The shot had touched the pine and there was little pain. She new that he would never walk again. "Pmm getting on fine, mother," he ad said, smiling up at her. "I'll seen o able to bend my legs," - "I3oy, if you'd neither arms nor legs bere'd always be en arrnehait for you in the best place beside the :ire •and a her r,=:ii "rel, "anti I 'don't deny that hr h , hlaved vary wool, but how ct y 1,. 1: r, o wife? 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Nor was the little heroine's mother any more of a success in the art of conversation. "Mrs. Waring never finished any- thing, even her conversations, which began before breakfast, journeyed on. throughout the day, and were picked up at much the same spot in the even- ing. She had covered a quantity of ground but invariably escaped her: destination." Finally, there was Stella's employer. "He was an extremely intelligent man,. and most of his intelligence consist- ed -in knowing where other persons• were wrong . . . It sometimes seem- ed to Stella as if he never knew any- thing else." Lorraine, studying these miniatures, might have learned that selfishness, pointlessness and an eye for defects ark all fatal to pleasant talk. The opposites of those qualities are unsel- fishness, purpose, and the ability to see fine and pleasant things in people. They are not difficult attainments; one does not have to be brilliant to ac- quire them; indeed, some of the finest and most satisfying talk in the world is not brilliant at all. But it niust be interested—interested in the other person and in his point of view. And having gone so far. all that the Lor - rallies have to do is to watch and to practice at every opportunity that they can make. HOW WAS FIRE OBTAINED? Natives of Bay of Bengal Islands De- pended on Volcanoes. It has been argued that primitive man must first have obtained f from volcanoes. Perhaps he did; there is no telling. But one should remember that man was originally a forest dweller, and that forests are often set on fire by lightning. There is plenty of burning wood at Band on such occasions. Man, originally, did not make fire; he found it. And having found it, he may soon have discovered uses for it. But it is an incontestable fact that the natives of the Andaman Islands, in the Bay of Bengal, depended until very recent years for their supplies of fire upon an active volcano. These people are black pygmies. The mere average no more than four feet ten inches in -,stature, and the women three inches shorter: An odd thing about them is that they never seem to grow up; they look like pot-bellied babies all their lives. The Andamans are,a very consider- able archipelago, comprising many islands, lar •e"aid small, 11on a one e of g , which is the volcano aforementioned. Visits to the burning mountain, to get fresh fire, were not often necessary, because the "little niggers" (as sailor- men call them) knew how to keep fire alive almost indefinitely in logs of de- cayed wood, Nothing introduced by the whites astonished the ,pygmies so much as friction matches. To produce fire with such ease offhand struck them as a supernatural accomplishment. To use fire is one thing; to be able to make it quite another. Ages must have intervened between the earliest knowledge of the former and the achievement of the latter. Tho man who first discovered how to produce a spark by rubbing two sticks together was the greatest inventor in the hisµ tory of the world.