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NOVEMBER 2, 1934.
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JOHN J. HUGGARD
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MEDICAL
DR. GILBERT C. JARROW
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
1Jaiversaty of Western Ontario. Mem-
ben of College of Physicians and
=eons of Ontario. Office, 43 God -
Street, West. Phone 37.
enereasor `to Dr. Charles Mackay.
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate' in Medicine, University of
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late assistant New York Opthal-
mod and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Rye and Golden Square Throat 'Hos-
London, Eng. At Cdneriercial
Seaforth, third Wednesday in
each month, from 1.30 p.m. to '5 p.m.
NB Waterloo Street, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
jthversity of Western Ontario, Lon-
don. Member of College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office
In Aberbart'W Drug Store, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 90.
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Mice and residence Goderich Street,
east of the United Church, Sea -
forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the
my of Huron.
(Oontiniu'd from last week)
"Telephone. My other -signaller
kept on sending down the orders all
right . . .. I managte * -'bo get the
blood out of my e'ee, and we gave
'em gun fire. That kept the devils
back a bit. Then they spotted me.
Turned a nhachine gun on me. First
bullet. got nle in the calf of the leg.
Next one in the shoulder."
"How long was that after the
first shell hit you?"
"Durno. Must have been about an
)your, I should think. . Then
they got my other signaller, and I
had to do the telephoning myself
I don't remember much else; except
crawling round and round in a ring.
You knawl--like a rabbit when. you
shoot too far behind. Then someone
started singing, 'God Save the King.
God, how I cursed that fellow. 1 re-
member saying to nldyself, `What's the
bally fool singing for? There's no-
thing to sing about.'" •
He paused a'•minute, eyes curiously
bright, cigarette singeing stubby
moustache. •
"`Just before I went off altogether,
I found out who'd been singing. It
was myself! Funny, isn't it? Fancy
crawling round and round on one's
elbows, singing '+Good Save the King'
in the middle of a battle."
"Very funny," said Peter, sorry for
present sickness, but imagination
only vaguely stirred by bare recital
of the past.- "How did you get a-
way?"
"Oh, that was where the Weasel
got his D.S.O." Now that he told
another's story, Torrington grew a
little more explicit. "He name up,
under direct rifle and machine gun
fire on his horse, mark you, as soon
as I stopped telephoning. They kill-
ed his horse for him and he got a
bullet through his ankle; but he man-
aged to get us both away somehow
-he's as strong as a mule, you know.
Damned if I understand how he man-
aged it, we only had one leg between
the pair of us. . . ."
He leaned forward, stretched a
handto the candle; as he blew it out,
his 'pyjama slipped from his neck and
Peter saw the sullen weal of a bullet
wound on the shrunken shoulder.
"Wonder you've got the nerve to
go into action again?" commenced
Peter `across the darkness.
"As a matter of fact, the mere
idea of marching up to those gun -pits
Ito -morrow night, scares) me stiff,"
said Torrington, V.C.
§ 3
Next morning -Stark preoccupied,
Peter rather sltepy, Purves and the
Doctor swapping jokes with Horrocks
the newly -joined veterinary officer (a
horsy, over -toothed young man in
white breeches and enormous spurs)
-the 1Headquarteifsi (breakfasted in
sunshine at a trestle table under the
vine -leaves: and at half -past ten,
rode out across the vast cobbled yard
through the red gates, right-handed
towards Hinges, left-handed towards
Bethune.
IBehind therm--lMr. Black prancing
proudly on a thin chestnut mare, Lod -
den cursing as usual, Torrington
drooping in his saddle, the men smok-
ing at ease -came the horses and
carts of the Headquarters Staff, the
guns and ammunition wagons of Bat -
DR. H. HUGH ROSS 1 teries 'A' and `B'.
"This is hardly the conventional
idea of going into action for the first
time," drawled Purves, trotting up
beside Peter and the Colonel.
The Weasel jerked up red head
from the m)ap on his saddle peak:
"What did you expect, young man?"
he asked crisply.
"Oh, I don't know, sir. Gun -fire on
the skyline, I suppose; and patrols
riding forward to scout the way-"
"Well, suppose you trot on; and
see if the level crossing's blocked or
not."
"Very good, sir."
"Can't ride for toffeee," comrnent-
clattered forward.
ed the Colonel, as his Orderly Officer
Ne Tiber of College of Physicians clattered forward.
and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of They rode on through clean sun-
) ew York Post Graduate School and shine, past clean white houses, across
Lying-in Hospital, New York. Of- the railway lines; emerged on the
See on High Street, Seaforth. Phone main road;, swung left. Soon they
127. could see the roofs of Bethune in
front of them.
A long train backed slowly across
the road. The column halted. The
train went on; likewise the column.
Now they were in the outskirts of
the town.
Down the untidy street, trotting
slowly towards them over the greasy
pave, came a young Staff officer,
very gorgeous of boot and tab: a
Staff officer who saluted the Weasel
with a fine flourish and said:
DR. J. A. MUNN I "Excuse me, sir, but this is the
Fourth Southdown Brigade, isn't it."
"It is. Half of it, anyway. What
do you want with it?"
"Can I speak to your Adjutant,
sir?"
"Certainly. Speak to the w hole
Jamin column if you like. Here, Mr.
Black, pass down the word for the
Adjutant."
'Graduate Royal College of Dental "Colonel wants the Adjutant. Col-
Illorgeoas, Toronto. Office over W. R. onel wants the Adjutant." The words
flnadth's Grocery, Main Street, Sea- went dwindling down the line.
forth, : Office, 185-W; Basi- A minute or two later our Mr.
ieoee, 186'. Jackson clattered up on Little Willie,
looked at the face under the black -
peaked hat and said, 'Good God, it's
Francis. Where one earth did you
spring from?"
Peter introduced his cousin, a little
gaunter, a little browner, but im-
maculate as ever, to the 'Colonel. The
three rode on, talking together. Sol-
diers and rare civilians stared incur-
iously at them from the narrow
pavements; lorries rumbled by; an oc-
casional despatch -rider, phuttin•g past
disturbed the horses.
"How did you find me so quickly?"
asked Peter, preliminary greetings ov-
er.
"You
pe 'ole a pence ' those ou sent on"
_.-im►percep f `
let-
ters, that you were transferring to
Graduate of University of Toronto
l= of Medicine, member of Col-
Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Ophthalnue Hospital, London,
14mland; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 6.
'Night calls answered from residence,
Vieboria Street, Seaforth.
DR. E. A. McMASTER
Graduate of the University of To-
ronto, Faculty' of Medicine.
DR. G. R. COLLYER
Graduate Faculty of Medicine, Uni-
Writ, of Western Ontario. Member
ealtlege of physicians and Surgeons
of Ontario. Post graduate work at
Kew York City Hospital and Victoria
London. Phone: Dense%,
Office,St King Street, Hensall.
Graduate of Northwestern Univers-
Ill. Licentiate Royal
Cane Dental Surgeons, Toronto
Claes over 'Stills' Hardware, Main St.,
Seabee. Phone 151.
DR. F. J. BECHELY
the R.*. And of course w+e. kir, ttee
moment you landed in France."
'w
's e?" .
"G H.Q. " said ,Francis casually.
"My aunt, you are a swell. Why
di..'t -you write and tell nee 'where
were? a haven't head from you
for months." i
,Francis explained that he had only
just officially joined Intelligence, that
his uniform had been bought' a week
since in Paris, that he was attached
to the tFirat Corps.
"What have you /been doing since
Match?" asked Peter.
'yOh, various jobs I'm not supposed
to talk about . "
"Then don't talk about 'em, young
mean," put in the Weasel.
"And why are you attached to the
First Corps?"
"To interrogate prisoners after this
new show."
Purves, very affaire, came trotting
up to' -the Colonel. `Don't we turn
off to the right here, sir?"
e do, Purves, we do." . ' They
roll off the main street into a quiet
squa - threaded their way south-
wards ut of the town through mar-
ket gardens, into flat cultivated Coun-
try.
"Where are you bound for?" asked
Francis.
Peter pulled out his map, pointed
to a little green patch. "Batteries are
going to that wood. We're marching
up by daylight to Annequin. See
that little house at the end' of the
railway, just -under Fosse Nine?
That's he."
'`Square F 25?"
"That's' right."
"Wall, I must be getting back,"
said Francis: "I'll come and look you
up one .afternoon." . •
DR. J. A. McTAGGART
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Rnrgeoms, Toronto. Office at Hen-
son, Ontario. Phone 106.
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II I
f"Why not come to dinner the day
after to -morrow?" invited the Coli
onel.
"I'd like to very much, sir. About
half -past seven. Very good, sir. Good
bye, sir. So long, Peter"; and Cap -
thin Francis Gordon, wheeling his
horse, trotted back into the town.
Headquarters marched on, dropping
the batteries outiside 'Verquigneul ;
picking their zig-zag way by map,
till they came to the hundred -foot
slag -cone of Fosse Six; and on, a-
cross yet another railway. Now they
saw, for the first time, their own
sausage balloons, hanging directly a-
bove them and -very far away and
tiny the flash and slow puff of anti -
craft shell bursting round an invis-
ible 'plane. The men, newcomers all,
pointed to the marvel, chattered a-
bout it. "Wonder if they got him.
Not they. There he goes." The few-
old soldiers by the roadside took no
notice.
And so they came; saluted of the
sentries in the gray street of Sailly•
by dusty plain -lands oris"-crosse
with telephone -wires here and there a
lone farmhouse, here and there a
canvas tbivouao-down a rutty road
black with slag, past a shattered wall
of red brick, under the vast shadow
of Fosse Nine. The Weasel held up
his whip, and the column halted.
"It's quite all right, sir. The posi-
tion's well under cover," said Peter.
"I know that," snapped Stark, "but
it's no use letting these fellows get
into careless habits. Tell 'em to dis-
mount, Purves. And then go along
and explain the danger of halting at
crossroads. Have 'em up two at a
time. You've selected your forward
wagon -line, I suppose."
"Yes, sir. Just behind the Fosse."
"Good lad.' ' Don't keep more than
six horses there, though. Now you,
Jackson, come along with me. Never
mind your precious Little Willie.
Jelks'll look after him."
They dismounted; walked forward.
On their left stood the half of a red
'house, riven with shell -fire ("Cross
roads!" commented the Colonel) :
three hundred yards in front, screen-
ed by a fold in the' ground from en-
emy observation, rose a few tall
trees; thereunder, heaps of white clay,
the disused French gunpits already
echoed to the tools of battery fatigue
parties.
From a sunkenhedge on their
right came a double report, the flash
and smoke of a piece discharging. In-
voluntarily, P. J. started.
"Four point seven," explained
Stark. "Used to call 'em Long Toms
in South Africa. Let's go and see if
your pal Caroline's got that omelette
she promised us."
Theyf Itu'rned off 'do their ictal~
•Stark casting a quick eye across tke
field belo* the Fosse at the men al-
ready unlimbering the telephone wa-
gon -came to a low shuttered house,
first of three on the road,- knocked
on a white door in the wal.
"Bon jour, mon Colonel. Vous ar-
rivez tot." A thick set peasan.t-
wench, neither uncomely nor over -
cleanly, led them through a draggled
garden, under a rusty iron -work ar-
bour, towards the house.
"Et l'omelette, ma petite?" Th e
Weasel spoke French perfectly, with
only the slightest trace of accent.
"Sera prete dans dix minutes, mon
Colonel."
They passed through the bare, nar-
row hall into a shuttered room, emp-
ty of furniture save for a huge table.
Through one wall, heavily shored
with great balks of timber, a narrow
doorway led to the cellars below.
"If we were Germans," remarked
Stark, unbuckling his belt, throwing
it crashing on the table, "we should
sleep down there; the family upstairs.
As it is .l' He left the sen-
tence unfinished, implying the Eng-
lishman's usual conteailpt for his own
chivalry.
Monsieur le patron, a stubble-
cheeked gaffer in shirt and trousers,
shambled in; hoped they would be
comfortable; shambled out again.
Followed, hilariously, Doctor Carson.
4Well," he said, in broadest Bel-
fast. "I'm a proud man this day.
We're in action at last."
)Purves arrived; and the mess -box;
Gummier Hogue, the -Cook looking yew-
ens -Iesa -Cleanly than usual; Peter's
batman, Garton; and the ColoneJ'a
Bombardier Michael, a nervous little
fellow, clean-shaven, who had, been a
footman in •private life; finally Caro-
-line with an enormous• omelette, a
bottle of nameless wine . .
"Menke 'endseles damn comfortable
1 notice," growled Lodden that even-
ing, as he left Headquarters for the
gun -pits. .
"Wish I were on the ruddy Head-
quarters," ,groused , Genner Muck -
sweat, heaving against the reluctant
wheel of `B' Battery's No. 2 gun.
"Me too," answered his mate, as the
exles jammed in the narrow doorway
of the pit.
!But Mr. Stanley Purves, as he
watched from his upstairs window
the endless upsoaring of Very can-
dles; as he heard the occasional cra-
ckle of a two -miles distant machine-
gun, wished by the Lord Apollo and
many other classical deities that he
were back at Balliol. For it seemed
to Mr. Stanley Purves' imagination
that every lurid flash on the far hor-
izon must be a gun directed unerring-
ly at his personal self: and he en-
vied P. J., who slept soundly and un-
imaginatively on his camp 'bed in the
corner of their (bare and unprotected
sleeping -room. •
e -Which paragraph May serve to ex-
plain Stanley Purves' subsequent
vogue -among elderly civilians -es a
soldier -poet of the let -me -like -a -hero -
category.
§ 4 •
Two evenings later, when Francis
Gordon arrived -in a purloined Vaux-
hall car -to dinner, he found the half
brigade settled down to desultory ac-
tion.
Already the little house at Anne-
quin was linked by black 'D. 5' tele-
phone wire to 7th Artillery Head-
quarters away back in Sailly-la-
Bourse, to the as -yet -unoccupied bat-
tle headquarters at •the chateau of
Noyelles a mile on their, right. For-
ward to the gun -pits and backwards
to the top of the great Fosse where
Straker had estalblished an observa-
tion -post in one of the many tunnels
burrowed through the slag, ran other
wires --:very 'red and new on their
supporting poles. Already, Lodden
and Torrington had spied out the dun
plain, the white chalk furrows; talk-
ed learnedly of Hun strong -points -
the Pope's Nose, the (Hlohenzollern
Redoubt.
The first `post' had arrived, been
sorted eagerly on the bare floor of
the Mess -room; 'Mr. Black had dis-
covered whence to draw rations; guns
had barked away enough ammunition
to necessitate fresh supplies from
Billy Williams' subaltern Murphy, in
charge of the Ammunition Column
section behind Fosse Six; men had
seen their* first shells crash to the
ground on the Vermielles road.
IBut as yet -though nominally at-
tacked to another brigade for 'train-
ing in trench warfare' -:Stark and his
two batteries were nobody's children.
No infantry asked them for retalia-
tion; no general panicked round
their ammunition dumps. And they
were too far behind the trenches to
attract hostile shell fire.
"So far" -as Peter explained to his
cousin, in the draggled garden -"a
picnic." -
"You wait till September the twen-
ty-fifth," said Francis.
"Oh, is that the date?"
"Didn't you know? Why, every
housemaid in Bethune can tell you
that much."
IIt was then Septenilber the elev-
enth!
The• two cousin's passed into the
Mess -room. Monsieur Morency, a
tall French interpreter, :black mous-
tachioed, the bronze sphinx of his
calling on the lapel of his khaki tunic
had arrived the day before; stood
euperintend'ing' the lighting of the
lamp, Bomlbardier Michael's arrange-
ment of the dinner table.
(Peter introducing his cousin, and
the two began a voluble conversation
in slangy French. Starck stamped
down from his upstairs bedroom ;
Purves and the Doctor arrived to-
gether.
"Lodden and Torrington are late."
The Weasel looked at his watch.
"Pyrone down for them, will you,
Purves?"
The Balliol man stepped to a tiny
black telephone on a shelf in the cor-
ner, began buzzing on the key. "Is
that you, Beer Battery? . . . Oh,
is Captain Torrington there? Just
left for H.Q. with Major Lcdden?
Thanks."
.Shortly afterwards the two arriv-
ed; and dinner began with `Gong'
soups served in enamel mugs. Fol-
lowed tinned salmon, m!ayonaisse
sauce and • lettuce salad prepared by
Caroline, a large ration joint of beef,
baked potatoes, rice pudding. They
drank sparingly, from newly bought
glasses of white wine. Talk ran
steadily on the forthcoming opera-
tions.
"I hear we shall use gas for the
first time," announced the interpre-
ter.
"And a damned mess we shallrob-
albly make of it." Lodden wiped black
moustaches contemptuously with his
paper napkin. "Don't you think so,
Gordon?"
"Pm afraid I don't 'know much a-
bout actual warfare," remarked Fran-
cis; "you see I'm on the Staff."
Peter produced a newly arrived
box of cigars; the bare room soon
grew hazy with smoke. The gaffer
and Caroline, dragging a scrofulous
boy by the hand, dived down through
the timbered doorway to their bed-
room in the cellars. Outside it was
very still --only, every' now and then,
a gun boomed faintly.
Torrington had drawn hit chair to-
wards the two cousins; I urves join-
ed them, and Morency. Stark, Lod -
den and the Doctor kept to the head
of the table.
"Pretty good fighter, the Boche,"
remarked Torrington, apropos noth-
ing in particular.
"Damned swiines!" The remark
seemed to buret from Francis's lips.
"..If you knew what I do about
than ,,, ."
"What do ,,you brow/ about them,
young man?" put in the Weasel from
the head of the table.
"Well,
sir" -an undercurrent of
emotion rippled the controlled voice
-PI don't claim to know much; but
I've ?pent six of the last twelve
months in their country."
"You've what?" A simultaneous
gasp ran round the foom. Francis.
repeated his preposterous assertion:
"I was staying at the Bristol in Ber-
lin just after they beat the Russians
at Tannendberg. 1 saw the crowds
round the war -maps in Unter den
Linden. I've seen.the Zeppelin•sheds
at Tondern. And I've seen the camps
where they keep ourprisoners." His
voice dominatedthe room: nobody
else spoke, wanted to speak. "I don't
pretend to be a fighting soldier. It
isn't niy job. But when I; hear peo-
ple talk about the Hun as a clean
fighter; when. I think of the things
•I've seen him do . . ." He bit
off the words, fell silent.
"Then you were in Germany when
war broke out?" said the Weasel, af-
ter a pause.
"No, sir. I got in afterwards."
!Peter looked at his cousin; remem-
bered old days, remembered the tan-
go -dancing, night club hunting Fran-
cis of Curzon Street; marvelled that
his should be the same man. For
the tale Francis told that night -in
half sentences, not :boastingly, but
as a soldier discloses his job -car-
ried conviction. Of himself himself = of
how he had been hidden for three
weeks in Amsterdam, coached in his
part, smuggled not once but •rrany
times and in traried disguises across
the frontier --Francis, told nothing.
He contented himself with bare state-
ments. At Essen, in January, he had
worked for a month. . . .
"What on?" interrupted Stark,
still doubtful if this young Staff of-
ficer were not joking.
"A new patent carriage for the 77
field -gun, sir."
*What part of it?"
"Principally the cradle for the buf-
fer. `Ruck-rohr-lafetten-aufiauf,' they
call it." -
(Stark, technical expert, asked no
more doubting questions that even-
ing: and Francis went on talking for
nearly half an hour.
"But how the devil did you get in-
to the prison camps?" asked Lodden.
"As a priest," said Francis simply,
"an Austrian priest. That was my
last trip. I'm not going back again
if I can help it."
"I should think not," from Torring-
ton; "you must have been scared
stiff."
"Scared? I should think so. But
the worst moment I ever had was in
the Winter Garden at Berlin. You
don't know it, of course. It's a kind
of theatre with stalls in front, and
behind -on a big raised dais -tables
for dinner parties. I was in the
promenade, right at the beck. And
they sang their old Hymn of Rate.
Phew! It made me sweat, absolute-
ly sweat with funk. Five thousand
of them --on their feet -roaring like
-like hyenas. . "
At half -past ten the party broke
up, Lodden and Torrington returning
across the fields to their gun -pits;
Purves, the Doctor, and Morency re-
tiring to bed.
"Do you mind if Peter drives home
with me, sir?" asked Francis. "I'll
send him back in the car."
"A11 right" -the little red headed
soldier looked up from his newspaper
-"I'll hold the fort till my Adjutant
comes back."
The two cousins strolled out, found
the car waiting. "All quiet qn the
Beuvey road?" asked Francis of the
chauffeur.
"There were a fewesliells while you
were at dinner, sir."
"Well, don't switch on your head-
lights till we're through Beuvey."
They climbed into the comfortable
limousine; purred off through Anne-
quin village, shuttered and asleep ;
swung to the west.
"Heard from Pat?" asked Francis.
'Yesterday. She's with her father."
"Let me see that's Harley Street,
isn't it. I'll drop her a line myself
to -morrow. One can't write much on
these `hush' jobs. I've been in Spain
the last three months. By the way,
Peter, you've grown very silent since
I.saw you last. . . ."
'Peter lit a cigar; and his cousin
saw, in the light of the match, new
lines on the firm face, a trace of
gray in the dark hair. "Oh, I've
been having a pretty thin time, one
way and the other."
"Money?"
"Yes."
"Where's Arthur?"
"Arthur came home. He's in the
R.F.C. somewhere or other. Rummy
devil. Rather like you. Never writes
letters."
They came without mishap into the
great Place of Bethune; and Peter
saw, black by moonlight, round holes
in the shining roofs -sole sign of
long-range bombardment.
The car stopped. `This is my bil-
let. Come in and have a drink, old
Everybody except Stark laughed.
Said Colonel Stark: "If you ex -
civilities had been willing to pay for
a decent -sized army in peace -time,
you might have had officers capable
of managing large bodies of troops
in war."
"Then you admit, Colonel•_.. - - " be-
gan Ladder).
"My dear :Major, I admit nothing.
Let's have some port. Any coffee,
Morency?"
"Mala ovi, moa !Oo14ne1.'�
man."
They passed up a flight of stairs.:
Francis drew matches from his pock-
et; kit candles on the mantelpiece.
Between then like a saint's picture
on a shrine -stood a photograph, a
hrand new photograph of- Beatrice
Cochrane.
PART XV
ATTACK!
§1
Half -past nine at nighty Friday,
September the 24th, 1915.
In the quiet, roomy library of Doc-
tor Baynet's home in Harley Street,
Patricia sat talking to her father.
--"He says in this letter that they
aren't in action yet." The gold head
lifted from the pencilled scrawl she
had been studying; the dark eyes
looked anxiously towards the man at
the littered desk.
"I'm glad of that, my dear,' said
Heron Baynet; and went on with his
work.
§ 2
Nine -thirty, 'pip errs,' on the last
day of the Loos bombardment.
Outside the little house at Anne -
quirt, cigar between his lips, Peter
Jackson stood watching the show. All
round the eastward horizon gun4lash-
es winked and blazed, lighting up the
sky. Far to southward beat the. con-
tinuous drum of • French sevy-
frve+s, firing la reale. Every half -
minute, from one or other of the pits
below the shadowy trees in front of
hint, spurted a flash of oraagel fol-
lowed by the bark of an eighteen-
pounder, the dwindled hiss of flight-
ing shell, the faint thud of its alight-
ing. 'In the pits themselves labored
tired and grimy men, sleepless for
three days and four nights: an ord-
erly labour, unhurried: shell to open
breech, breech lock clanged home), eye
to dial sight, hand to range dial:
"Set," "Ready," eye to watch, fin-
ger* to ear drums, "Fire," roar of
piece discharging,m9focking carriage,
stink of cordite: "Repeat!"
So men laboured, unhurried but un-
sleeping, at Vermelles and Noyelles-
les-Vermelles, at Cuinchy and Noeux-
les-Mines, northwards and southwards
-the intermittent thunder of their
labours came to Peter, standing a-
lone in the moonlight; and with it
came the jingle and clank of ammlun-
ition /wagons, the far crackle of an
occasional machine gun, the sound of
Scotch singing from shuttered hous-
es in the village on his left.
He turned; went into the house.
In the gloomy Mess -room sat Stark
- -►Pile of typewritten sheets at his
elbow, marked map spread out on
the table among the debris of dinner,.
Driver Nicholson crouched in the cor-
ner by the telephone.
"What's it like outside?" asked the
Weasel.
(Continued next week.)
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FARM NOTES
In the production of wheat in 1933,
'Canada was in the eighth position
with 269,729,000 'bushels, being ex-
ceeded by Russia, China, the United
States, British India, France, Italy
and the Argentine. In the export of
wheat in 1933, the Dominion led the
world.
Quality in dressed poultry depends
almost entirely upon the manner in
which a bird has been fed or finish-
ed in preparation for market. Milk -
fed is a terhn applied to birds which
have been ,finished through feeding
in crates or pens on a ration of fine-
ly ground grains and milk.
Putting Bees Away For Winter
!Bees that are to be wintered in
cellar or dug -out should be carried
in immediately after the last good
cleansing flight they are likely to
get. At the Central Experimental
Faith this is usually during the first
week in November.
The last two weeks in October is
the best time to clean up the garden
to reduce insect infestation. The De-
partment advises burning all leaves,
refuse, weed's, fallen fruit and other
material after being raked up, and
then ploughing or digging the soil
deeply. Fences, aribours and trellises
should be brushed with a corn broom.
If you suffer from headaches,
loss of appetite and energy or any
other of the frequent effects ofcon-
stipation, read this voluntary letter :
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for abort thirty years for col sta-
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certainly feel fine." --Mr. Ed. For-
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request) .
Science says ALL -BRAN provides
"bulk" to exercise the intestines;
and vitamin B to further aid regu-
lar habits. In addition, ALL -BRAN
is rich in blood -building iron.
The "bulk" in Au, -BRAN is much
like that of leafy vegetables. In-.
side the body, it forms a soft mass
which gently clears the intestines
of wastes.
Isn't this pleasant "cereal way"
far more healthful than using
patent medicines- so often habit-
forming?
Just eat two tablespoonfuls daily.
In serious cases use with each meaL
If not relieved this way, see your
doctor.
Get the red -and -green package
at your grocer's. Made by Kellogg
in London, Ontario.
shoes to conform with specifications •
in rule 8. Entries in the horseshoe
contests must be in the hands of the
Manager, .Royal Winter Fair, 217 Bay
Street, Toronto, on November 14th.
Proper Ration Needed i• __.,
lA hen may lay a few eggs early
in the spring_ without receiving much
feed or attention or she may lay at
the end of the season when feed may
be picked up in the fields, but the
hen has not yet been developed that
will lay without the proper ration
during the falx and winter months. A
good mash is important if , the hens
are to lay, and it should be before
the birds all the time. If any one
of the necessary elements required
for the making of eggs is absent.
production is impaired. Pullets re-
quire a little different mash than the.
old hens and it is a mistake to house
them together and have them feed
from the same hopper. Home grown
feeds with the addition of some pur-
cha =ed concentrates may be mixed,
or a conamercial mash may be. pur-
chased that will supply the necessary
ingredients to the bird. Chickens
will pay dividends if properly housed
and given the right rations.
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The soybean gives e'very.,indication
of becoming a valuable addition to
the field crops of Ontario. - Its pos-
sibilities are being actively investi-
gated in other provinces too, but pro-
duction at present is limited almost
entirely to this province. The acre-
age has grown from 1.000 in 1929 to
15,000 at present, which indicates the
increasing interest in the soybean as
a field crop. Present production is
chiefly for seed, which being extreme-
ly rich in protein and oil, has a high
commercial value. The industrial us-
es for which the soybean can be ut-
ilized are numerous. The seed also
has considerable value on the farm
for livestock feeding, and since the
soybean plant itself possesses a high-
ly nutritive (value for fodder, it is
quite possible that as production in-
creases the crop may find its great-
est use on the farm rather than in
industry.
Horseshoe Pitching Championships
(Horseshoe pitching, the typical old
farm sport, has lost none of its grip
on rural Ontario and information
from local clubs reaching the Royal
Winter Fair point to a higher level
of attainment and keener interest in
the sport than most old players can
recall. Again the championships of
Canada are to(be decided during the
last four days of the Royal Winter
Fair, Novemlber 26-29. These chair/,
pionshibs, singles and doubles, are
the officially recognized competitions
sanctioned by, the Dominion of Can-
ada Horseshoe Pitcher's Association.
They are held under the auspices of
the Royal Winter Fair itself and will
be conducted by a special coanrm+ittee.
The Open Singles Championship le
for the Diamond Calk Horseshoe Co.
Ltd., trophy, with four money prizes.
The Champion Doubles is for the T.
A. Murphy, 'M..,P.P., challenge trophy,
and four money 'prizes.
In addition there are Class B Sinei
gles and Doubles, open' to non -win-
ners in either champion or class B
divisions. Trophies are held for one
year and the rules of the Dominion
of Canada Elorseshoe Pitcher's As-
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Wingham
Belgrace
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall
Exeter
Exeter
Hensall
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgrave
Wingham
P.M.
1.86
2.11
2.23
2.30
3.08
3.27
3.35
3.41
3.55
North
A.M.
10.42
10.55
11.01
11.09
11.54
12.10
12.19
12.30
12.50^
C. N. R.
East
A.M. P.M.
Goderich 6.45 2.30
Clinton ..... 7.08 5.00
Seaforth 7.22 8.18
Dublin 7.33 321
Mitchell 7.42 8.43
West
Dublin 11.19 9.32
Seaforth 11.84 9.45
Clinton ...... 11.60 959
Goderich 12.10 1025
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East
A.M.
Goderich , , 6.50
,Menet 555
McGaw 6.04
Auburn . , 6.11
Blyth i 6.25
Walton 6.40
'MeNsught 6.52
Toronto ' ; 10.26
West
Alf.
Toronto 7.40
McNaught ............ 11.48
Walton 12.01
Blyth 12.12
Auburn ,4•,.• 12.23
McGaw 12.24
Menet 12.41
Goderich ........... :; 1244