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Graduate of the rdyel__ College at
Dental Surgeons or Ontitldo and' '01
the ITnivereity of Toronto. 'Late D1.e-"
tricti)ental Office, Militglry District,
No , `}, London, Ont. Office hours at
eid, Ont., Monday, Wednesday,
ay and.(Saturday, from
28one
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DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Rye Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
Late Assistant New York OPhthal-
aaei and Aural Institute, Moorefleld'a
Era and Golden Square Throat Hoa.
Obits, London, Eng. At office in Scott
Block, over Umbaeh'a Drug Store,
rth, third Wednesday in each
month from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. 58
Waterloo Street South, Stratford
Phone 267, Stratford.
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VETERINARY
F. HARBURN, V. S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College, and honorary member of
the Medical Association of the Ontario
Veterinary College. Treats diseases of
all domestic animals by the most mod- 1
ern principles. Dentistry and Milk
Fever a specialty, Office opposite
Hick's Hotel, Maip Street, Seaforth.
&ll orders left at the hotel will re-
ceive prompt attention. Night calla
received at the office
JOHN GRIEVE, V. S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
.ry College. All diseases of domestic
animals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet-
erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office
and residence on Goderich street. one
door east of Dr. Scott's office, Sea -
forth.
MEDICAL
C. J. W. HA RN. M.D.C.M.
425 Richmond Street, London, Ont.,
dpecialist, Surgery and Genio-Urin-
ery diseases of men and women.
DR. J. W. PECK
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine
McGiII University, Montreal; member
Of College of Physicians and Surgeons
of Ontario; Licentiate of Medical Coun-
cil of Canada; Post -Graduate Member
of Resident Medical staff of General
Hospital, Montreal, 1914-15; Office, 2
doors east of Post Office. Phone 56.
Rensall, Ontario.
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence, Goderich street
east of the Methodist church, Seaforth
Phone 46. Coroner for the County of
Huron,
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DR. C. MACKAY
of Trin-
ityMackay honor graduate
University, and gold medallist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
the College of Physicians and Sur-
geons of Ontario.
DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago;
Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office—Back, of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5,
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria street, Seaforth.
AUCTIONEERS
THOMAS BROWN
Licensed auctioneer for the counties
of Huron and Perth. Correspondence
arrangements for sale dates can be
made by calling up phone 97, Seafortk
or The Expositor Office. Charges mod-
erate and satisfaction guaranteed.
auctioneer for the County
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FJEStiOYING
flow to net Rid of it Very Unu
`Welcome Weed.
Iron Sulphate gill Give Satisfaction
--Clean Culfiyation W W Eradi-
cate Bladder Cautpion or Cow
Bell — Bitting the Horse Collar
an Art,
(Contributed by Ontario Department of
Agriculture, Toronto.)
' Following is a continuation of last
week's discussion on the beet meth-
ods of destroying certain weeds
affecting Ontario farms:
Spraying With Iron Sulphate to Pre-
vent Mustard From Seeding In
Cereal Crops. -
. Iron sulphate 'or copperas can bb
successfully used to destroy mustard
In strolling grain• without injury to
the crop.
('reparation of Solution.
A 20 per cent. solution should be
applied. This can be prepared by
dissolving 80 pounds of Iron sulphate
in forty gallons of water. Iron sul-
phate is dissolved quite readily in
cold water. The solution should be
strained through a cheese cloth, as
it is put Into the spray pump tank.
This will remove dirt and small par-
ticles that are apt to clog the
nozzles.
Time to Apply.
Apply on a calm clear clay just as
soon as the first few plants in the
fields show flowers. It le very im-
portant to spray early. If the plants
are left too long the treatment la
not nearly so effective. If a heavy
rain comes within twenty-four hours
after the solution 1s applied, it will
be necessary to spray again.
How to Apply the Solution.
An ordinary hand pump barrel
sprayer, such as is employed to spray
fruit trees may be used, or a potato
sprayer can be rigged up to do this
work. Many of the up-to-date spray-
ers have a special broadcast attach-
ment for spraying weeds. These are
excellent for large areas, as they cov-
er a wide strip at each round. Care
must be taken to see that every
Mustard plant is covered with the
solution in the form of a fine spray.
The results of the ten years' co-
operative experiments show that
Mustard may be prevented from seed-
ing in oats, wheat or barley by spray-
ing with a twenty per cent. solution
of iron sulphate without any ser-
ious injury to the standing crop or
to the fresh seedings of clover.—J. E.
Howitt, O. A. College, Guelph.
By
F. HOPKINSON SMITH
Method of Cultivation For the Faad1-
catlon of Bladder Campion
or Cow Bell.
Badly infested fields should be
ploughed deeply in the fall and then
cultivated and cross -cultivated with a
broad -shared cultivator In order to
break up and weaken the under root-
stocks. In the spring this cultivation
should be repeated frequently enough
to prevent the plant making any
growth above ground until it is time
to put in a hoed crop, which must be
kept thoroughly clean in order to be
effective. A well -cared for corn crop
planted in Mlle so that it can be
cultivated both ways has been found
to give excellent results. Special
attention must be given to hoeing out
any bladder camplon plants which
may appear In the corn crop
and which are not destroyed by cul-
tivation. One fall and one spring's
thorough cultivation, followed by a
well cared for hoed crop, has been
found to destroy practically all the
bladder tampion in a field, except In
xceptionally wet seascm.,.—
Howitt,
Fitting the Horse Collar is An Art
Much trouble results. on the aver-
age farm each year from sore
shoulders on horses caused by the
improper fitting of collars, and im-
proper adjustment of hames.
The collar should fit the shoulder
so that in length there is just room
for the flat of one's hand between
the collar and the neck at the bot-
tom. In width the collar should fit
snugly against the sides of the neck
from a point three inches above the
shoulder point, to a point about half
way up to the top of the neck. The
upper one-third to one-half of the
collar should be wide enough to allow
one to pass the thick of the hand
between the collar and the side of
the neck. It the upper part of the
neck is thick a "Quarter Sweaney"
or "Half § acorea•" collar 1,houlct be
used, "a -al not, to pine the heck. 1
cellar too wide at the top will pro -
dila' a sore neck on account of side
as the horse
motion oY the collar
walks.
Sweat pads should be avoided as
they hold the heat and sweat and
prodieeo a tender shoulder, often
causing a galled condition.
The hames should be adjusted so
ns to hold the collar snugly against
the sides of the neck. and so as to
bring the line of draft right angles
to the face of the shoulder as nearly
as possible.
The collar should be kept clean by
washing with a damp cloth each night
when it is removed from the
shoulder.
Washing the shoulder each evening
with cold salt water will help to
toughen the skin and prevent should-
er galls.
Bank Backs Better Bulls.
"Better bulls, bucks, and boars
build bigger bank balances," says the
First National Bank of Bend, Ore.;
and to prove It they bought an $800
Rambouillet buck and 74 pure-bred
Ttambouillet ewes to distribute among
aheepmen In central Oregon — the
first pure-bred sheep in Deschutes
County.
Maize Is cultivated by the Peru-
vians at a height of 7,000 feet above
the sea.
(Continued from last week.)
• CHAPTER XVII
Some of the sunshine that had
helped dry the muddy road making
possible the path between ,Jack's a-
bode and MacFarlane's hired villa—
where there was only room for Miss
Felicia, Peter still occupying his cell
at Mrs. Hicks's, but taking his meals
with Ruth, so that he could be with-
in call of MacFarlane when needed—
some of -this same sunshine, I say,
may have been responsible for the
temporary drying up of Ruth's tears
and the establishing of various ways
of communication between two hearts
that had for some days been floun-
dering in the deeps. Or, perhaps, the
rebound may have been due to the
fact that Peter had whispered some-
thing in Jack's ear, or that Ruth had
overheard Miss Felicia praising Jack's
heroism to her father—it was com-
mon talk everywhere—or it may have
been that the coming of spring which
always brings hope and cheer—mak-
ing old into new, may have led to the
general lighting up of the gloom that
had settled over the house of Mac-
Farlane and its dependents; but cer-
tain it is that such was the case,.
MacFarlane began by taking a
sudden change for the better ---so de-
cided a change that he was out of
his room and dressed on the fifth
day (although half his coat hid his
broken • rm, tightly bandaged to his
side). He had even walked as far
as the geraniums in the window,
through which he could not only see
Jack's hotel,. but the big "earth fill"
and mouth of The Beast beyond.
Then Bolton surprised everybody
by appearing outdoors, his hand a-
lone in a sling. What was left of
the poor shanty men, too, had been
buried, the dreadful newspaper arti-
cles had ceased, and work was again
in full blast.
.Jack, to be sure, was still in his
room, having swallowed more gas
and smoke than the others, badly
scorching his insides, as he had pant-
ed under the weight of MacFarlane's
body. The crisis, however, brought
on by his imprudence in meeting Ruth
at the station, had passed, and even
he was expected to be out in a few
days.
As for Miss Felicia, although she
had blown hot and blown cold on
Ruth's heart, until that delicate in-
strument stood at zero one day and
at fever heat the next, she had, on
the whole kept up an equable tem-
perature, and meant to do so until
she shook the dust of Corklesville
from her dainty feet and went back
to the clean, moist bricks of her gar-
den.
And as for Peter! Had he not been
a continuous joy, cheering everybody;
telling MacFarlane funny stories un-
til that harassed invalid laughdd him-
self, unconscious of the pain to his
arm; bringing roses for the prim,
wizened -up Miss Bolton, that she
• m:ght have a glimpse of something
fresh and alive while she sat by her
by ,ther's bed, And last, and by no
means least,. had he not the morning
he had left for New York, his holi-
day being over, taken Ruth in his
awns and putting his lips close to her
oar, whispered something into its
pink shell that had started northern
lights dancing all over her cheeks
and away up to the roots of her hair;
and had she not liven him a good
kissedin return a
hug and him
thing she had never done in her whole
life before? And had he not stop-
ped on his way to the station for a
last hand -shake with Jack and to
congratulate him for the hundredth
time for his plucky rescue of Mac-
Farlane—a subject he never ceased
to talk about—and had he not at the
very last moment, told Jack every
word of what he and Ruth talked a-
hcut, with all the details elaborated,
even to the hug, which was no soon-
er told than another set of northern
lights got into action at once, and
another hug followed; only this time
rt
hand-
shake
took
the fort
n of
a hearty it
and a pat on Peter's back, fol-
lowed by a big tear which the boy
tried his hest to conceal? Peter had
no theories detrimental to penniless
young gentlemen, pursued by inter-
meddling old ladies.
And yet with all this there was one
corner deep down in Ruth's heart 00
overgrown with "wonclerings" and
"whys," so thick with tangled doubts
and misgivings, that no cheering ray
of certainty had yet been able to
pierce it, Nor had any one tri td.
Miss Felicia, good ar. she was and
yin n g as she had been, haJ dune
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talked about him, it is tree; not to too, with a little choke is her threat
her, we may, be sure, but to her the shadows under the cheek b erms
father, saying howhandsome he had
' .and the thinness of the nose. 6
grown and what a fine man he was could sea plainly how he had suffer -
making of himself.. She had, too, ed. . ,
more than once commented—and this "I am sorry you cannot see father."
She was too moved to say mons' Ho
before everybody --on his good man -
Iters and his breeding, especially on still has ons degree of fever.
the way he had received her the first "I have two degrees myself," Jack
h 1
morning she calked, and to his never laughed softly,— one records • how
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soundings, meagre as they were—just an e other ow eager was o ge
a theodolite, his father's portrait and here And now I suppose I caret
half a dozen books alone being visible stay?"
the white walls covered with work- Oh, yes, you can stay if you will
ing plans. But when the poor girl keep as still as a mouse so father
had tried to draw from her some can t hear you, she whispered, a
note of joy woven in her topes.
She was leading him to the sofa
as she spoke. He placed a cushion
for her, and took his place beside
her, resting his injured hand, which
was in a sling, on the arm. He was
still weak and shaking.
"Daddy is still in his room," she
rattled on nervously, "but he may be
out and prowling about the upstairs
hall any minute. He has a' heap of
things to talk over with you—he told
me so last night—and if he knew
you were here nothing would stop
him. Wait till I shut the door. And
now tell me about yourself," she con-
tinued in a louder voice, regaining
her seat. "You have had a dreadful
time, 1 hear—it was the wrist, wasn't
it?" She felt she was beginning
badly; although conscious of her ner-
vous joy and her desire to conceal it,
somehow it seemed hard for her to
say the right thing.
"Oh, I reckon it was everything,
Miss Ruth, hut it's all over now." He
was not nervous. He was in an ecs-
tasy. His eyes were drinking in the
round of her throat and the waves of
glorious hair that crowned her love-
ly head. He noticed, too, some tiny-
threads
iny
threads that lay close to her ears:
he had been so hungry'for a glimpse
of them!
"Oh, I hope so, but you shouldn't
have come to the station that day,"
she struggled on. "We had Uncle
Peter with us, and only a hand -bag,
each of us—we came away so sud-
denly."
What she ought to have done was "I didn't want you to be frightened
to go herself that first night, brave -
Uncle
• your father. I didn't know that
ly, honestly, fearlessly as any friend Uncle Peter was with you; m fact, I
didn't know much of anything until
it was all over. Bolton sent the tele-
gram as soon as he got his breath."
"That's what frightened us. Why
didn't you send it?" she was gaining
control of herself now and something
of her old poise had returned.
"i hadn't got my breath—not all
of it. I remember his coming into
my room where they were tying me
up and baleling out something about
how to reach you by wire, and he
says now that T gave him Mr. Gray -
son's address. I cannot remember
that part of it, except that I— Well,
never mind about that—" he hesitat-
ed turning away his gaze—the mem-
ory seemed to bring with it a cer-
tain pain.
"Yes,—tell me," she pleaded. She
was too happy. This was what she
had been waiting for. There was no
detail he must omit.
"it was nothing, only I kept think-
ing it was you who were hurt," he
stammered.
"Me!" she cried, her eyes dancing.
The ray of light was breaking—one
with a promise in it for the future!
"Yes,—you, Miss Ruth! Funny,
isn't it, how when you are half dead
you get things mixed up." Oh, the
stupidity of these lovers! Not a
thing had he seen of he flash of ex-
pectation in her eyes or of the hot
color rising to her cheeks. "1 thought
somellpdy was tryyng to tell your
father that you were hurt, and I was
fighting to keep him from hearing
it. But j'ou must thank Bolton for
letting you know."
Ruth's face clouded and the sparkle
died out in her eyes. What was Mr.
Bolton to her, and at a time like
this?
Tt was most kind of Mr, Bolton,"
she answered in a constrained voice.
"I only wish he had said something
more; we had a terrible day. Uncle
Peter was nearly crazy about you;
he telegraphed and telegraphed, but
we could get no answer. That's why
it was such a relief to find you at
the station."
But the hat had not finished hang-
ing his head against the wall. "Then
T i' do some good h• going?"h
did rc
g
asked earnestly.
"Oh, indeed you did." If he did
not. care whether she had been hurt
or not, even in his delirium, she was
not going to betray herself. "It was
the first. time anybody had seen Uncle
Peter smile; he was wretched all day.
He loves you very dearly, Mr. Breen."
,lack's hand dropped se suddenly
to his side that the pain made him
tighten his lips. For a moment he did
not answer.
"Then it was only Uncle Peter who
was anxious, was it? I am glad he
loves me. I love him, too," he said
at last in a perfunctory tone "he's
been everything to me."
"And you have been everything to
him." She determined to change the
subject now. He told me only —well,
—two days ago—that you had made
him ten years younger."
"Me?—Miss Ruth!" Still the same
monotonous cadence.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well, --maybe because he is old
and you are young." As she spoke
her eyes measured the width of his
shoulders and his broad chest—she
saw now to what her father owed his
life—"and another thing; he said
that he would always thank you for
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apo ogiz ng for his • miserable sur -
she
I was to 'get out of my cell •
• d th th h I t t she added in a more assured tone.
Here at last was something she could
talk unreservedly about. Something•
that she had wanted to say ever since
he came.
Jack straightened and threw back
his shoulders: that word again! Was
that all that Ruth had to say?
"No, Miss Ruth, you don't." There
was a slight ring of defiance now.
"You do not owe me anything, and
please don't think so, and please--
please—do not say so!"
"I don't owe you anything! Not
for saving my father's life?" This
came with genuine surprise.
"No! What would you have thought
of me, what would I have thought of
myself had I left him to suffocate
when I could just as well have
brought him out? Do you think I
could ever have looked you in the
face again? You might not have
ever known I could have saved him
—but I should have hated myself
every hour of my life. Men are to
be thanked for these things; they
are to be despised if they don't do
them. Can't you see the difference?"
"But you might have been killed,
too!" she exclaimed. Her own voice
was rising, irritation and disappoint-
ment swaying it. "Everybody says
it was a miracle you were not."
"Not a miracle at all. All I was
afraid of was stumbling over some-
thing in the dark—and it was nearly
dark—only a few of the rock lights
burning—and not be able to get on
my feet again. But don't let us
talk about it any more."
"Yes—but I will, I must. I must
feel right about it all, and I cannot
unless you listen. I shall never for -
word that was personal to himself,
or one that might become personal—
and she did try even to the verge of
betraying herself, which would never
have done—Mies Felicia had always
turned the subject at once or had
pleaded forgetfulness. Not a word
could she drag out of this very per-
verse and determined old lady con-
cerning the state of the patient, no-
thing except that he was "better," or
"doing nicely," or that the bandage'
was being shortened, or some other
commonplace. Uncle Peter had been
kinder. He understood—she saw that
in his eyes. Still even Uncle Peter
had not told her all that she wanted
to know, and of course she could not
ask him.
Soon a certain vague antagonism
began to assert itself toward the old
lady who knew so much and yet who
said so little! who was too old really
to understand—no old person, in fact,
could understand—that is, no old wo-
man. This proved, too, that this par-
ticular person could never have loved
any other particular person in her
life. Not that she, Ruth, loved Jack
--.by no manner of means—not in
that way, at least. Bit she would
have liked to know what he said, and
how he said it, and whether his eyes
had lost that terrible look which
they wore when he turned away at
the station to go back to his sick bed
in the dingy hotel. All these things
her Aunt Felicia knew about and
yet she could not drag a word out
of her.
had a right to do ; go to him in his
miserable little hotel and try to cheer .
hint up as Miss Felicia, and perhaps
Miss Bolton, had don•. Then she
might have found out all about it.
Exactly what is was that she wanted
to find out all about and this in-
creased her perplexity she could not
formulate, although she was convin-
ced it would help her to bear the
anxiety she was suffering. Now it
was too late; more than a week had
passed, and no excuse for going was
possible.
It was not until the morning after
Peter's departure,—she, sitting alone
,sad and silent in her chair at the
head of her father's breakfast table
(Miss Felicia, as was her custom, had
her coffee in her room), that the first
ray of light had crept into her trou-
bled brain. 1t had only shone a brief
moment,—and had then gone out in
darkness, but it held a certain prom-
ise for better days, and on this she
had built her hopes.
"I am going to send for Breen to-
morrow, Ruth," her father had said
as he kissed her good -night. "There
are some things I want to talk over
with him, and then I want to thank
him for what he did for me. IIe's a
man, every inch of him ; I haven't
told him so yet,—not to his face,—
but I will to -marrow, Fine fellow
is Breen; blood will always tell in
the ordinary daughter, and he's got
the best in the country in his veins.
Looks more like his father every day
he lives,"
She had hardly slept all night,
thinking of the pleasure in store for
her. She had dressed herself, too, in
her most becoming breakfast gown
—one she had worn when Jack first
arrived at Corklesville, and which ha
said reminded hint of a picture he
had seen as a boy. There were pink
rosebuds woven in its soft texture,
and the wide peach -blossom ribbon
that bound her dainty waist contrast-
ed so delightfully, as he had timidly
hinted, with the tones of her hair and
cheeks.
It was the puffy, bespectacled little
doctor who shut out the light.
"No, your father has still one de-
gree of fever," he grumbled, with a
wise shake of his bushy head. "No—
nobody, Miss MacFarlane,—do you
understand? Ile can see nobody—
or I won't be responsible," and with
this the crabbed old fellow climbed
into his rig and drove away.
She looked after him for a mot -tient
and two hot tears dropped from her
eyes and dashed themselves to pieces
on the peach -blossom ribbon.
But the sky was clearing again—
she didn't realize it,—but it was.
April skies always make alternate
lights and darks. The old curmud-
geon had gone, but the garden gate
was again a -swing.
Ruth heard the tread on the porch
and drawing back the curtains look-
edi
out. The most. brilliant sunbeams
were but dull rays compared with
what now flashed from her eyes. Nor
did she wait for any other hand than
her own toturn the knob of the door.
"Why, Mr, Breen!"
"Yes, Miss Ruth," Jack answered,
lifting his hat, an unrestrained glad-
ness at the sight of her beauty and
freshness illumining his face. "I
have come to report for duty to your
father."
"But you cannot see him. You must
report to me," she laughed gayly, her getting out alive. And I owe you a
heart brimming over now that he was debt of gratitude, too, Mr. Breen;—
before her again. `Father was go-
ing my to send for you to -day, but the
get you for it as long n@• Jr 4There witsWe, n a of p qs
voice. Why did he 1;s8ic ao,,l
for her, she thought. Why wo
not look in her face and tied?
would he not let her tbeflk bir
"Nothing in the world is so prifebo,:a,
to me as daddy, and'never will be,' j
she went on resolutely, driving back:
the feeling of injustice that surged
up in her heart at his attitude—"and
it is you, Mr. Breen, who .have given'
him back to me. And daddy, feels
the seine way about it; and lie 1 '
going ' to tell you so the- =M utqhe
sees you," she insisted. "He,has sent
you a lot of messages, he says, but
they do not count. Please, now, won't.
you let me thank you?"
Jack raised his head. He had been
fingering a tassel on the end of the
sofa, missing all the play of feeling in
her eyes, taking in nothing but the
changes 'that she rang on that one
word "gratitude." Gratitude!—when
he loved the ground she stepped on.
But he must face the issue fairly now:
"No,—I don't want you to thank
me," he answered simply.
"Well, what do you want, then?"'
She was at sea now,—compass and
rudder gone,—wind blowing from
every quarter at once,—she trying to
reach the harbor of his heart while
every tack was taking her farther
from port. if the Scribe had his way
the whole coast of love would be
lighted and all rocks of doubt and
misunderstanding charted for just
such hapless lovers as these two. How
often a twist of the tiller could send
them into the haven of each other's
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