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R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town !Hull. Phone 116'. MEDICAL DR. E. J. R. FO1tSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Opthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, Seaforth, third iVfonday in each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 58 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 90. DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital for Women ,,,and Children, Dublin. 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Post graduate work at New , York City Hospital and Victoria Hos- V pital, London. Phone: Hensall, 56.1 Office, King Street, Hensall. Onn .0411.9P, ' nnbut even thin was. I done AROMA . , where, honied up on the beaeln werednct4a. e are Cif Launching that dory was an amen', she wee ibark. ingly hard straggle. There was no reason why it should be, far the beaeh had an easy slope, and the tide was high, But it seemed to him that he would never get her afloat, that she foeght against him with the obstin- acy of a living thing, and spun around and around -always around and a- round -instead of n-:^ ; ahead. But she was afloat at Iasi, and he wreath - led, or fell, aboard, took up the oars, and began to row. He headed down the beach, keeping close te land. The wind was offshore, and the shoal wa- terter was scarcely rippled. At first the exertion of rowing seemed to clear his brain, and he be- gan to realize more clearly what he was doing, and what must be done. The 'first mile he covered at a good clip, rowing the short, deep strokes always used by one accustomed to the idiosyncrasies of that touchy but de- pendable craft, the fisherman's story. Then the rowing became harder, his shoulders were shot with pain, there was a pain in his chest, each breath hurt, and his brain again became a sort of merry-go-round. He set his teeth and pulled and pulled and pull- ed. He saw, just ahead of him, the lines of tumbling water which indicatednhe inshore edge of the ,Scallop Flat. At this stage of the tide, however, there was more than depth enough to flat the dory, so he kept on over what, a few hours later, would he stretches of white sand. Then he turned and row- ed out towards the bay. Another quarter of a mile, and the growl and surge of the breakers on the bar sounded near at hand and, peering through the rain ahead, he saw the stranded catboat. She was there, just where he had seen her through the glass. She had not gone adrift. As he drew near to her on the windward side he shouted. There was no answer, and as shouting caused the pain in his chest to become more acute, he gave it up. He gave a final stroke, then drew in the oars and, as the dory shot alongside the upturned rail of the catboat, he seized the rail and held fast. He shouted again, but no one answered. He picked up the rope which, coilea in the dory's bow, was attached to her anchor, and, with the loop of rope in bis hand, scrambled over the rail in- to the catboat. He pulled the anchor aboard after him. The dory of By Joseph C. Lincoln Continued from last week. And when Kellogg came down the next forenoon and again urged him to accept that position as a permanency, he hesitated. After all, why not? He liked the work, had always liked it. He liked the crew and they liked him. Norma would, of course, consider her judgment justified, would feel sure that he had been disloyal to her father, and was mow reaping the re- ward of successful treason. But she could not think worse of him than she did already; she had said she believed him a liar and a traitor. What did it matter? What did anything matter now? He drew a long breath. "All right, Cap'n Kellogg," he said, "I'll take the job." CHAPTER XVII The district superintendent brought with him the news of the enlistment of two new men to fill the ranks; of the 1Setuckit crew, short-handed. since the departure of Oaks and 14rtlett. Both of these were veterans the service and one, James Poundberry, er had known since boyhood. The other, Baxter Cahoon, was a transfer from the Wellmouth Hollow Stati,en. Both were eertain to prove valuable additions to the ,Setuckit group and. their selection was pleasing to Cal - The weather was good. The March winds were in evidence, and the blown sand m,ade patrol duty rather uncomfortable, but the sky was clear and traffic over the shoals and past the rips uninterrupted. Bonier, striv-. ing to keep 'busy, found himself al- most wishing that another storm might come. .So long as he had plen- ty to do his mind was occupied. Every detail of routine was strictly looked after under his regime. Drills were performed exactly on time, and with no toleration of slackness. The few calls to active duty were answer- ed the instant they came, and from the moment the men were ordered to their posts until the boat was back again in the station, he drove his crew like the old-time master of a tea clipper. They didn't mind. There was no grumbling. They liked it. If he did not spare them he certainly spared himself less. But they notic- ed that his appetite was pooa, that he was growing thin. The other men took their allow- ance of liberty, however, and they brought back all the village news. The rumour that Norma Bartlett had hir- ed the Ryder cottage, furnished, and was living there with her father, was corrfirmed. There had 'been a consul- tation of dectors, so the story went, and they had recommended Benoni Bartlett's being committed to some sanatorium or institution. But at the slightest hint of leaving the Cape, or even Orham, the patient's mental condition became so larming that Nor- ma refused to consider the idea. Tak- ing the Ryder cottage was the alter- native, and that she had done. She was there alone with her father dur- ing the days, and at night Elsie May -Joshua Phinney's oldest girl -came in to stay with her. It was from Josh that this authentic bit of news was learned. He had more to tell. "Elsie May says," declared Josh, "that Bologny's real quiet and sens- ible most of the time. He ain't well; fact is, he's gettin' kind of feeble. The doctors say his general health's breakin' up, whatever that means- caPlate maybe they don't know them- selves. Elsie May saya he don't give no trouble at all, night or day, so ong's the weather's good. But when there's a gale or a storm, even a lit- tle one same as we had t'other night, it seems to sort of froth up his brains and he's all for startin' out and doin' all sorts of things. Say, Ed, how's Cal been while I was off? He don't look fust -rate. More peaked and thin ihan ever, se6ms to me. What do you caPlete ails him, anyhow?" There were many things "ailing" Calvin just then. The mental' and physical strain under which he had been sineedihe day of the meeting, and the shock and agony attending and following the wreck of his love af- fair, heal brought the reaction which might have been expected. The hard- er he worked to forget, the greater the strain upon his nerves. He was in what Cape Codders call a "run-, down ' condition, and therefore the wet and exposure to which he had been subjected when leading his crew to a three -master in the fog had given him a slight cold which he, so far, had not been able to throw off. In fact it grew daily worse, and one thick, threateninf morning he awoke from a troubled sleep to find himself shaking with a chill. The chill was followed by fever fits, not severe but uncomfortable. Sel- eucus-now Number One man by of- ficial appointment -tried hard to keep his superior in bed, but Calvin refus- ed to heed his advice. He insisted upon getting up, and he remained up all day, trying to attend to his work, and succeeding after a fashion. By night, however, he was worse and, at last, he was obliged to admit that, if he wished to avoid real illness, he must trim in and stay there for a 'while at least. The wind had risen, and it was then blowing steadily, sweeping before it a fine wet drizzle a combination of fog and rain, which made it hard to see for any distance. The barometer, however, was reassur,. ing, nor had the 'bulletins of the wea- ther bureau indicated any protracted or alarming disturbance. 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Listen to what I'm sayin'. There's a two -master off back; of the Sand Hill signallin' us to come to her. Poundberry sighted her fifteen minutes ago, when_ the drizzle blowed clear a little mite. She ain't in no danger, nigh as we can make out; in deep water off in the channel and gettin' along all right, seems so. Probably there's somebody sick a- board, or the skipper's lost his bear- signallin' for us, and we're goin' off to her. . . . No, you ain't goin'. There's no need of it at all. The wind ain't much more 'n moderate, and a ten -year-old kid could handle the job. it's wet and raw and no kind ow weather for a sick man to take chances in. You stay right where you be, and leave the rest to me and the boys. If I can't take care of it, with a crew of old-timers like this one to help, then I'm goin' to quit life-savin' and take to croghetin' pillow shams. You go to sleep again. We'll be back in a couple of hours. Lay down and sleep, I tell you." Homer, of course, refused to lie down. He insisted upen getting up, climbing to the tower, and inspecting the schooner through the telescope. She, as Gammon had said, appeared to be in no danger whatever, yet the call for help was flying. He looked out at the soaking miserableness cloaking sea and land and sky, and another chill set his teeth chattering. Seleucus noticed his condition and pulled him towards the stain. "You come down and turn in again," he commanded. "You're • •ek now and f you go .off yonder yoall be dead, ' A dead skipper ain't no good to any- body but the undertaker. Come on, Cal, come on! Don't worry. It's a I kid's job, and I'm the spryest young one this mornin' ever you see. You turn in and leave it to me. There's no use arguin', because you ain't go - n'. The boys are all agreed on that; t hey'll tie •you in bed afore they let t you. Use your sense, Cal. You c don't want another mutiny here at Setuckit, do ye?" The chill had been succeeded by a flash of fever. Calvin gave it up. He would be no help aboard the lifeboat, and it was likely to be an easy job. "All right," he muttered reluctant- , y. "Go ahead then. But take all hands with you. You may need them . and I certainly don't need anyone 1 here with me." '"You sure? It's Phinney's cook b, week, and he's got the right to stay ashore, you know." don't. And I guess it's all you say, , Seleucus; should hinder more than I .helped. Hurry now- Get her out. Good luck to you." "Don't you caPlate I'd better tele- phone for the doctor?" "Don't be foolish. Clear out -and hurry." He waited there in the tower until sa.w the lifeboat leave the shore and swing ofr over the lines of surf. t Then he stumbled down the stairs and partially dressed as he was -for he had donned some of his clothes before leaving the room -tumbled into bed 3 once more. This time he did not aleep, but lay there, watching the dim ight brighten the window, and wor- rying about the safety of the schoon- er and his own men. It seemed as if he should have gone -but how could he? The telephone bell rang. It rang again. He crawled from the bed, and going into the mess -room, took down the receiver. It was Nelson, keeper t of the •Orham Station, who was call- ing. He had news. "Who is it?" he asked. "Oh, that you, Cal? Why ain't you off with the crew? I saw the boat leave a spell ago and, of course- Oh, yes, yes! I see. Sorry to hear it. This I ain't any day for a sick man to be out in, that's a fact. And I don't cal'late there's much the matter with that schooner. Cap'n's got the toothache or has run out of chewin' tobacco, or to tell you. We've just had word from Orham that Benoni Bartlett's run off sornewheres in the night. Eh? Yes, run off is what I said. You've heard how the least little mite of wind or rough weather kind of goes to his head. and makes him wild-? Lim -hum. Well, seems he began to act funny last evenin' when it com- menced to breeze on and rain. Nor- ma -that's his daughter -she was worried and she stayed up with him till two o'clock or so and then, as he'd turned in and seemed to be sound a• sleep, she took a little nap herself, in her own room, you understand. She left the Phinney girl -that one of Josh's -et set up and keep watch in the settin'-room. Well, seems the young one dozed off, and when she No, they don't know where. He'd put on his ileskins area boots and sou'wes- ter, so they figger he might have got the notion of cruisin' down the beach You know he still hangs to the idea that the Lord's ordered him to look after everything up and down the shore or in the channel. They phon- ed for us to watch out for him and notify you, folks. . . . Ydu ain't seen anything of 'tain't likely, have yoa, Cal." Homer had quite forgotten his chills and fever flashes. The aches in his head and limbs had gone. The thought of Norma-ber frightful anx- iety and dread and fear; she alone there, while her crazed and sick father was wandering in the cold and rain no one knew where and upon no one knew what insane errand these thoughts had driven all others from his mind and all pains and discomfort from his body. He poured question after question into the telephone. Nel- son did his test to answer. "No, they ain't found a trace of him so far," he declared. "He don't seem to be anywheres around his part of the town. He's either trampin' the beach, they think, down this way or back towards Trumet; or else he may be out in a boat. . . . Eh? Yes, boat's what I said. There's a chance he's done that. There's half a dozen catboats and a dozen dories down there by the wharf and, crazy as he is, he may have took one of them. No tellin' what a loony will take it into his head to do, that's a fact. Cooper, he went up to the tower when he come in from patrol, to see how you folks was gettin' along with that schooner, and he see a sailboat off in the bay, headed down, with what looked to be one man a- board. Hie couldn't see plain, but he took it for granted 'twas Philander or Alvin Crocker gettin' an early start. It thickened up right off and since then it's been so thick you can't see nothin' on the bay side from here. You better take a look for yourself; you'd ought to be able to see better from where you are. Anyhow, I'd keep my eye peeled. Let me know if you see any -thing looks suspicious Yes; sure I'll keep you posted." Homer waited to hear no more. He dropped the receiver into its socket and hastened to the tower. The hurry of his ascent caused his head to swim giddily, but he clungato the door jamb until the dizziness became less acute, and then, whirling the telescope to- wards the windows facing the bay, opened one of those windows and peered through the glass. Rain -fine, thick and driving at a steady slant -with grey water show - ng dimly through it, this was all he saw at first. He swung the outer end of the glass as far as possible to the vest, and then moved it slowly back, searching the bay -or the little he could see of it -for a boat. The rain was so heavy and close .hat, looking through it, especially at hat early hour, was an unsatisfac- ory as trying to look through a suc- ession of gauze curtains. The beach and cove showed plainly enolagh, but chat, beyond them, the dimness in- creased with every rod. There was nothing to the west or south-west, so far as he could see. Nothing afloat on the rips at the end of the point. Yet if Bartlett had left 'Orham as ear - y as two, or even three, he should, with that wind, have been well out nto the bay by now. If it was Set- uckit he was making for he should e almost at his destination. Of course t was possible -even most probable - hat he had not taken a boat at all. Calvin devoutly hoped he had not. He moved the end of the glass in ts half-eircIe until, through it, he glimpsed the blotch of white water which indicated the outer edge of the Scallop Flat, the shoal a mile or so out in the bay to the north-west of Peleg Myrick's shanty, and perhaps hree miles in a direct line from the Setuckit Station. At low tide the Scallop Flat was dry, but at high wa- er the larger part of it was navig- able for the average sailboat, and the waves, breaking along the outer boun- dary, marked the danger line. It was 'list past high water now; the tide vas beginning to ebb. And in the midst of that white land troubled water he did see a boat. A catboat she looked to be. and aground on the edge of the flat. Her reefed sail was swung off to leeward, ap- parently at the end of a loose sheet, and she was heeled down against the high bar at the edge of the shoal. He could not make out whether or not here was anyone aboard. If there vas he was not moving, was not mak- ng any apparent effort to get his craft afloat. Calvin gazed intently:. Then a squall drove a thicker curtain of rain across the view and he could see her no longer. Nor did he wait to see. He had ittle doubt that the stranded boat was the one in which Benoni Bartlett had left Orham. She was in no great dan- ger as she lay, and if she was as firm- ly aground as she appeared to be, the ebbing tide would soon leave her high and dry. But there was a possibility that the increasing strength of that tide, with the% wind to back it, might swing her off again into deep water. There she would be in real danger; she might careen and sink. Bartlett -if he was aboard her -was certain- ly doing nothing to help himself or to insure the boat's safety. In all probability, if he was there, his ex- ertions had already been too much for him and he was prostrated. A sick man, an insane man, helpless, in that drenching rain- And that man was Norma Bartlett's father! Calvin, his own brain spinning in giddy circles, rap down the stairs to his room. There were certain obvious tIlings to be done, and, had he been his normal ,self, he would have done them. He would have telephoned the Orham Station, told Nelson what he had seen, and a squad from that sta- tion would have started immediately to the rescue. He might have gone to the Jarvis shanty and enlisted Phil- ander's aid. But Homer, just then, was far from normal. The fever was blazing in his veins, and thinking and acting clearly and sensibly were be- yond his capabilities.- Norma's father was out -there in that boat, alone, helpless, aed in danger; these were the essential facts, and the only ones he seemed able to grasp. pow he Must get Bartrett:Ohore,' tangled argument. Welt f4cle- of that was babbling abaut the bark in& the barier'skenr, of his responsthilitY to the Almighty, and his doubt cencern- ing Norina'a whereabouts. 'Homer answered all his questions, and agreed with him whenever possible. The one point upon which he insisted was that they must get aboard the lifeboat - that is, the dory. And, at last, his insistence prevailed. Bartlett climhed over the rail, Calvin holding him tight- ly by the arm and sank down in the dory's stern. His rescuer, the anchor of the smaller craft in his hand, fol- lowed him. Then be took up the oars and rowed towards the beach. The tide had ebbed somewhat, of course, but there was still water en- ough on the flat. The row in was a long one, but, to (Calvin, it seemed to last for ever. He swung back and forth automatically, the pains in his chest and shoulders causing him ag- ony; and wondering why they had not been seen from the Orham Station before thin and help sent. Had he been able to think clearly he would have understood. The rain -Gam- mon's "cow storm" -had ceased to fall and had left in its place a fog so thick that objects a hundred yards off were invisible. Nelson and his mep had been watching from the tow- er but they eould not see even the bay shore, to say nothing of the Scallop Flat. Calvin tugged at the oars. He had lost all ideas of time and place, and was conscious only that he must row and keep on rowing. Consequently the dory's bow struck the beach with such force as to throw him back- wards, off. the thwart, and into the bottom of the dory. Bartlett, too, had been upset, but he did not seem to be aware of it. 'He lay where he had fallen, muttering, and singing 'a verse of a hymn. Homer got to his feet, climbed wearily. over the boat's side and pulled her as far up the shore as his depleted strength would allow. Then, after a struggle. and more ar- gument, he managed to get his pas - course, s,,vung away at the end of thelsenger out of the dory. Benoni could line, but the anchor in the larger I walk, but scarcely that; Calvin's arms Lraft held her fast; she could not get supported him, and his weight lean- awa v. There was a man lying on the floor of the catboat's cockpit. His feet were towards the wheel, and his body stretched between the centre -board box and the thwart, on the starboard side. That side was lower than the other and she had shipped some wa- ter. The man was lying in a pooL The rain was driving down upon him. He was dressed in oilskins, and the strap of a black sou'wester was but- toned beneath his chin. Calvin, brac- ing himself by the centreboard, stoop- ed over the figure and pulled back the brim of the sou'wester. The man ly- ing there, his beard in the water, was Benoni Bartlett. Calvin was not sur- prised; he had been practically cer- tain of it from the first. He grasped his former skipper by the arm and dragged him a little way out of the puddle of salt water. Then hneesstr.ied to shake him into conscious- "Cap'n Bartlett!" he shouted. For at least a minute his shouts and shakings bad no effect. Then gBeatrtileiptIt,,stirred and groaned. Homer gasped in relief. There was life there; the man was not dead. Bartlett! 'Here! Get up! You must "Cap'n!" shouted Calvin. "Cap'n Bartlett's eyes opened, he rolled ov- er on his back, leaning against Cal- vin's knee. "Aye, aye, sir!' he muttered,. "Comin'. On deck in a minute." Calvin put his hands under the other's armpits and, exerting all his strength, dragged him from behind the centreboard box until his shoul- ders rested against the closed lower half of the cabin hatch. Then, hold- ing him steady, he strove to awaken him to full consciousness. "Cap'n Bartlett," he urged. "Wake up! Wake up and listen to me. You are all right now, aren't you? You aren't hurt?" Benoni moved again, tried to rise. "Who said I was hurt?" he de- manded feebly. "I'm all right. What are yon standin' here for? Turn out the crew. Get out the boat. Don't you hear me? Get her out!" Homer, his own brain almost as queerly muddled as that of his com- panion, still had sufficient compre- hension of the situation to try and sumour him. "All right, skipper," he said cheerfully. "The crew are get- ting her out all right. Now you want to hurry or you'll keep 'ern waiting. Can you stand up? Sure you aren't hurt?" Bartlett could not have stood alone, but with Homer's arm about him and clinging to the rail, he managed to do so. His wandering took a new turn. "Got all hands off her, boy?" he queried. "Saved all of 'em, have you. 'Flint's good! that's good! That's ac- cordin' to the Lord's orders. He says to me, `Senoni,' He says -that's how He calls me, by my first name: that f.hows how I stand along of Him- ot'ner call for you. You save that bark,' He says. `Turn out aral go off Norma kriew. She don't know I started, but -eh? Where is Norma? Ain't she to the station?" "Yes, yes; of course she is. You'rve saved everybody, Cap'n. Now you sit clown on that thwart a' minute and then we'll get aboard the lifeboat - That's it. Sit down and wait -just a minute." He forced Bartlett down upon the bench bordering the upper edge of the tilted cockpit. It required little force. A hand upon his shoulder and the rescude man's knees gave way, and he sank in a huddled heap by the rail, his chin upon his breast, muttering ed heavily upon the latter's shoulders. It was obvious, even to Horner's cloudy brain, that to attempt the long, circuitous tramp over the dunes and through the sand to Setuckit was out of the question. Bartlett could not walk so far, nor could Calvin carry him, for the support amounted to that. The Orham Station was, perhaps, a little nearer, but it, also, was too far. Calvin, desperately trying to consider rick's hut. That was a long mile down the beach, but one mile was bet- ter than two-ar four. And Peleg would look after them if he was at home. If he was not the shanty was certai,n to be unlocked, and they could get in and find rest and warmth. So, down the beach towards the hermit's shanty the pair started. part - lett leaned more and more heavily as they walked and appeared to be ob- vious of what was going on. At first he had muttered or shouted orders to the crew he evidently imagined him- self leading, but soon he ceased to do even that. Calvin, alarmed by his sil- ence and his laboured breathing, spoke to him occasionally, but received no reply. The hermit's shanty loomed through the grey fog, a spark of yellow lamp- light in its window. Evidently Peleg was up and stirring. Calvin pantingly staggered up the slope of the beach, his companion's head bumping against his shoulder. He tura ed the corner of the little building and, seizing the latch of the weatherabeaten door, shook it. Inside the shanty a chair was push- ed back. An instant later the door ',vas opened. Mr. Myrick, in a state of extremely careless negligee, his scanty hair tumbled, blinked at them. "For thunder mighty sake!" ex- claimed Peleg. "What---" Homer interrupted. "Hlelp me with him -quick." he ordered. "Get him in there. I -I can't hold him up much longer." Between them Benoni Bartlett was assisted into the shanty. They put him in a chair, removed his boots and hat and oilskins. Then they car- ried him into the adjoining, and only other, room and laid him on the bed. He made no objection; his eyes were closed and he did not speak. If it had not been for his stertorous breath- ing Myrick declared he would have thought him dead. "But where'd he come from, Cal?" holt of him? What's it all about?" Calvin's explanation was as brief as it could possibly be. A cup of the hermit's horrible coffee, already pre- pared for breakfast, had in a measure warmed his chilled interior and clear- ed his swimming brain. The pains in his chest and shoulders and limbs were as severe as ever. "Don't ask me any more questions," he ordered irritably. "Give him some of that hot coffee, if you can make him swallow it, and cover him up warm. Then you hustle across to the Orharn Station and tell Nelson you've picked him up, and that he's,here and, needs to be looked after. Tell them to get word to Norma right off. Now don't talk any more. Go!" "But what you cal'late to do, Cal? Say, you look mighty well beat out yourself. Hadn't you better turn in too? I can fix up a shakedown for you on the floor and to my own station. The boat's out and I ought to be there this minute. I'm going now. But you do as I tell you. Be sure they get word to Nor - "I'll see to that. But, Cal-" "Be still, can't you? You tell them them. tell her anYthing you saw that catboat-4es Gould's; I guess, 'by the lee tell 'em you were the one w-li4 ed her off on the flat, atld''we them you did it, and don't mentimt name at all. That's what I want.. to do. Understand?" . that pack of lies for?" (Continued next week.) Decorous Slanguage. Are known as. unladylike talk; But, if Eve had a silk stocking runner, At "darn it" I don't think she'd balk And if she was hanging a picture, And hammered her pink pretty Wiould Eve, the 'first lady of Eden, Say "hang it" or just remain dumb? That jellies doa'n jell I'm aware, but Do custards Aot cuss now and then? If so, 'Mother Eve might say "cuss And be quite forgiven of men. * * * Dr. Fyfe, of Queen's University has been discussing the large annual crop. of Bachelors of Arts in Canada, and has had some objections to voice a- bout it. But the trouble is that the business bosses seem to expect their employees to have a college training for even the most piffling jobs. You must have higher education to possess hire education. The universities in the States are neeting this situation frankly. Among - the thesis topics for degrees in Chi- cago and Columbia we find: "Cycles of styles for ladies lingerie," and "A comparison of the time and energy required by the four methods used for washing dishes in the modern restaur- ants," these to be worked out by known mathematical 'formulae. With becoming diffidence we submit a few additional topics for similar use ln Canadian universities: 1. Should time -and -a -half for ov- ertime be allowed while playing peek- -a-boo with baby? Furnish full statistics. 2. Have piano movers got souls, and are they moved by piano music? Supply Bertillion measurements and photographs. 3. Historical development of radio - crooning, and its place among the fine, arts. Show its relation to the Work- men's Compensation Act. 4. Effects of gum -chewing on the ductless glands of stenographers; with X-ray photographs. LONDON AND WINGHAM South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall Exeter Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham North. C. N. R. East. 2.05 2.33 2.40 3.08 3.29 3.33 3.39 3.53 10.59. 11.12 11.18 11.27 11.58 12.16 12.23 32.33 12.47 Goderich 6.36 2.40 Holmesville 6.50 2.56 Clinton 6.58 3.05 Seaforth 7.12 3.21 St. Columban 7.18 3.27 Dublin 7.23 3.32 West. Dublin 11.24 9.12 St. Columban 11.29 Seaforth 11.40 Clinton 11.55 9.39 12.05 9.53 Cloderich 12.20 10.05 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Toronto West n Toronto McNaught Walton Blyth MeGaw Menset Goderich a.m. 5.55 6.04 6.11 6.40 7.40 11.48. 12,01