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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1934-11-09, Page 7NOVEMBER 9 1934. THE HURON EXPOSITOR • PAGE SEVEN LEGAL Frew No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Etc. Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont. HAY$ & MEW Succeeding' R. S Hays Barristers, Solicitors, Conveyancers and Notaries Pd lic. Solicitors for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. May le ban. JOHN H. BEST Barrister, Solicitor, Ete Reai!(orfh - Ontario VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary 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. Jarrott'n office, Sea - forth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University bf Toronto. All adises of domestic animals treated by the Most modern principles. • srges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, 'Hensall, opposite Town IbIL "Phone 116. Breeder of Scot- tish terriers. Inverness Kennels, Beneall. MEDICAL DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT Graduate of Faculty off Medicine, University of Western Ontario. Mena - bar of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 God- erich Street, West. Phone 37. Successor to Dr. Charles Madcap. DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of ▪ late assistant New York Opthal- med and ' Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hoa - London, Eng. At Cdndmercial Hi Seaforth, third Wednesday in each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 5 p.m. fie 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 send Surgeons of Ontario. Office fa Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., $eaforth. Phone 90. DR. F. J. BURROWS O!lics and residence Goderich Street, east of the United Church, Sea - forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. ever By Gilbert Frankau �MER• 'GAR • LL*1JIW44ul'CHANT • A. Romance of Married Life (Continued from last week) o, "Oh, pretty quiet sir. The Boches don't appear to be firing at all." ("As y' wind?" "Not a breath. b'll be bad for our gas." "Pity." Stark bent to hie map a- gain. The telephone istrnaedl, "Mr. Purves speaking from the dug out, sir." Peter stepped over, took up the instrument. " `A' Battery report their No. 3 gun out of action." "What's that?" asked Stark. "How did it happen?" Peter got through to the battery, heard Lofiden's voice over the wire. "Yes. That infernal eighty -over - forty -four fuze with the new game. Blown about six inches off the muz- zle. No. Nobody 'hurt. And my number 2 gun's running up very bad- ly. Can you send Staff -Sergeant Bar- rie down? As soon as he comes in? Thanks." (Peter reported. Said Stark: "Very well. Report it to Division"; and went on with his work. {Peter ran out of the house; slipped through a low fence; walked care- fully down the newly -cut steps of the big telephone dug -out. By the switch board, talking to the operator; stood Purves. A candle between them gut- tered' smioke to the shadows of the log roof. Wrapped in their cloaks, the three relief men snored on the earth floor. "Sergeant Barrie come in yet?" "I think so," answered Purves. "Shall I go and find him?" "Yes. Why isn't there an orderly here?" "I've just sent him out." "Right." 'Peter drew a ration -box to the grease -spattered switchboard 'table; wrote his message; handed it to the operator. "You wanted me, sir?" Staff -Serg- eant ' Barrie, the armament artificer, stumibled down, saluted clumsily, blinking in the candle -light. "Yes, Staff -Sergeant. They want you at Aek Battery. Another buffer gone wrong. You've been up at Vermelles, haven't you?" "I have that, sir. And it's a very unhealthy spot, I may tell ye." The big Scotchimlan had not slept since the bombardment began: Bromley's battery and Major Lethbridge's, un- der another Division in Vermelles, had needed constant attention. The nets buffer springs -hastily made of flawed steel by careless contractors -(kept on giving way under the strain of heavy firing at high elevations: and the Fourth Southdown Brigade's second 'Tillie,' fallen sick ' the day they landed at Le Havre, had not been re- placed --fitter staff -sergeant and arm- ament artificers 'being rare. "Any casualties in C and Don?" a41ked Peter. "Three more this evening sir. Two drivers and a bomlbardier.. Not vera bad. I'll be getting my tools--" He stumbled out up the stairs. Peter went back into the house; joined his Colonel over the attack -plans. "Follow 'emt?" asked Stark. "Yes, sir. We've got five Divisions in the front line and supports. Forty- seventh; fifteenth; ninth; first, and seventh. They're to break the front; open out; and let the cavalry through. Our batteries don't take part in any- thing except the . preliminary born- bardjnent. After that, we stop where we are. But what I can't understand sir, is about the reserves. We don't seem to have any." Driver Nicholson, listening open - eared, was sent out of the room by Stark. "Look .here, P. J." -the soldier voice dropped a tone -"between you and me, this show's going to be an- other washout. Like Neuve Chapelle and Festubert. Our Division and the Northern ought to have been up last night. That's why we were hustled out of England. They're supposed to be billeted on the line Beuvey- Noeux-les-Mines. You'll probably read that they were billeted there when we get the official account of this picnic. As a matter of fact, I may as. well tell you that our infan- try hareen't got as far as Bethune yet." "But, good God! sir -are these five Divisions going into action without any infantry reserves at all?" "They are, P. J. And you may as well say, `Good God.' It isn't Dun- ning's fault either. I met his G.S.O. One -•your pal Starcross-in his car this afternoon." "And when will the rest of our Division get here, sir?" "They're coming up by forced marches. Starcross reckons they'll reach Bethune at daybreak. . . ." "Just when we push off." "Exactly. And it's six miles as the crow flies from Bethune to our pres- ent front line. . . ." The two men stared first at each other; then at the map. Even to the amateur, the fault was obvious: "What will 'happen, sir?" he asked. "Chaos," said Stark succinctly. "And now you'd better be going to bed. You've got to be one that Fosse early to -morrow. Telephone down anything you see. I'll be at the in - DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate course in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; • Royal Ophthalmie Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon - doe, England. Office -Back of 'Do- minion Bank, Seafortb. Phone No. 5. !Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR. E. A. McMASTER + raduate of the University of To- ronto, Faculty of Medicine. Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; graduate of New York Post Graduate School and Lying-in Hospital, New York. Of- fice on High Street, Seaforth. Phone DR G. R. COLLYER Graduate Faculty of Medicine, Umi- viresity of Western Ontario. Member College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Post graduate work at New York City 'Hospital and Victoria Roepital, London. Phone: Hensall, U. Office, King Street, Hensall. DR. J. A. MUNN Graduate of Northwestern Ufnivers- uy, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. DR.. F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental $.eons, Toronto. Office over W. H. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea - forth. Phone: Office, 185-W; resi- dence, 185-J. DR. J. A. McTAGGART Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office at Ben- , Ontario. Phone 106. AUCTIONEERS receiver strapped round his ears, lay' from thew drifted Crack in a faint Drivhr Nicholson. "Don't wake him,,' (breeze. '(4lape to God . they're not whispered Peter, as his servant de= posited breakfast on the table. "Go round to the dog -out, and tell them that ; Seabrig'ht%s to be ready in ten minutes. I . shall want my -field- glasses, my map -case, my compass, and a message -book." "And your cigar case, sit?" smiled the young Yorkshirepsan. For an - ower, Peter tapped on his tunic -pock- et; smiled (back. By now, master and Brian knew each ether fairly well. The Adjutant disposed of two poached eggs, some !greasy bacon, three slices of buttered toast and a large mug of black tea; lit a cigar; sauntered out of the house. A light appeared at one of the upper win- dows; someone called out: "That you Jackson?" "Yes, sir. I tried not to wake you." "You don't catch weasels asleep. Mind you let me have plenty of in- formation. And watch the signal sta- tion at G nine ack two seven -on the embankment." "I've got a , note of that, sir." "Right. I'm going back to bed for an hour." Appeared from the shadows, 'Gun- ner Seabright (`Poluski number one) a fat -faced ,little man, clean shaven, perpetually at grin. He carried a telephone case in his hand, another over his shoulder, a coil of wire. ,"Got your earth -pin?" asked Pet- er. "Aye, aye, sir," Seabright had at one time in his chequered career been in the Navy. "Two of them." - "Come on, then." They climbed the fence at the back of the garden; stumbled across the colliery tram -lines; followed a red wire up the gritty front of the huge sang -cone. Light was just breaking, a glimmer of dawn over cloudy skies. Not a breath of wind stirred any- where. "Hot work, sir," commented the telephonist. "Damned hot," said Peter. They made a flat platform of slag running round the peak of the cone'; followed it half -way round. "Going to observe from outside, sir." "Yes. This'Il do. Connect up, 'will you?" "Aye, aye, sir." Seabright opened his telephone - case; drove the earth -pin into The slag; connected it to his 'instrument; scraped the insulation from the red wire they had been following; screw- ed it home; began to buzz. ('F.X.D.)," buzzed Gunner Seabright. -. • 1-. • - 1 - • (F. X.D.3. Hallo there? Dug -out? Is that you, Pirbright? Then why the hell don't you answer quicker?" As he had only called twice the question was .pure swank. 'Peter tested the line; wandered off round the Fosse. Already it was alive. Officers ev- erywhere, some ensconced at the end of deep burrows, peering out over the plain; some clambering up the path- ways at the back; some standing a- bout at the mouths of their caves; and at the very top, thirty feet above Peter's head, among a perfect jumble of wires, two Frenchmen -operators for the heavy battery just visible on the plain 'below -gesticulating a n d shouting at their strange -looking telephone. "Mais non," Peter heard, "mais non -on ne voitrien. Riens, je vous dis Alors dans une demi-heure mon Commandant." iHle was accosted by a serious -eyed captain of Sappers. "Who are you observing for?" "First Corps." "Well, you can't get inside. It's full." . "I know. My telephonist is just round the corner." "Good. We shan't see much from here." "No." Peter went back to his tele- phonist. 'Now the glimmer of dawn turned to a faint dark -blue radiance. Noth- ing stirred on the plain below. Light grew, revealing the silent village street, the churchyard, the ruined chapel of 'Our Lady of Consolation' 'battered among her populars, the long tree -girt stretch of the Hulluch Road. Beyond, like a dun still sea streaked with unmoving foam, lay the trench- es: beyond them,, mist. Peter drew out his map; unslung his glasses; threw away the stump of his cigar. The mist cleared, revealing the dark pylons of Loos, twin spidery towers, black against the gray, a tiny blur of high .houses that was City Saint Elie, the great wheeled pit -head of Fosse Eight. It still lacked half an hour to zero: Peter wandered round to the back of the Fosse. Men were stirring round the gun -pits be- low. A motor skirled the dust on the road where Beurv' y towers stood out from the plain. . , "Colonel to :speak to you, sir," an- nounced Seabright, appearing sudden- ly at his elbow. Peter ran back to the telephone. "How's the light?" "Middling, sir. And no wind yet." Peter lit another cigar; looked at his watch. A quarter of an hour yet. He was not in the least excited. It all seemed dull -dull beyond relief - Ten minutes . . . 'Still, it would be a show worth watching . . Seven . What was the colour of Seventh Division's flag? -red and (blue - diagonal . , Five min- utes more . . . His pulse quick- ened a beat HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer ' li0C' in farm and household ,�� rices reasonable. For dates and information, write or phone Har- sh! Dale, 9, afh, or sp,*TaoExuoforO� ARTHUR WEBER Auctioneer's License Sixteen years' experience. • Sati actio 1 r Hensall. Telephone: Write ARTHUR WEBER, R. R. 1, Dashwood. going to_, use gas,' thought Peter). 'Behind frim he heard the sharp clang of French heavies- the deep note of 'Granny; the huge howitzer in Billy- la -(Bourse. He looked towards the trenches ; saw single shrapnel bursting orange to fleecy puffs. The puffs 'blended to a sea of white, flooding out the trenches. It was as' thotfh some in- visible hand had poured an enormous wave of milk across the near horiz- on. And out of the wave, staining it, spouted great whorls of rusty evoke. And beyond, he could see hugh shells striking at the foot of the spidery towers; at the reeling pit -head; at the high houses of City Saint Elie. Snieke pillars lifted to the sky, quartering the landscape. And always the voice of the guns grew hoarser in the plain below; al - way -s the scream of their fighting shells grew louder across the sky. "Colonel to speak to ° you, sir." Eyes on the plain, Peter took the receiver. "Is the Boche replying?" "No, sir. Unless they're shelling our front line. I can't sea much ex- cept smoke." "Naturally. They lift in ten min- utes." Still it went on 'below. Bark of eighteen -pounder. Sharp double crack of four -point -seven.' Screech and clang of French heavies. Deep boom of Granny far away in rear. Pete/- swept eterswept the sky with his glasses; saw the pit -head tottering above the smoke. Why didn't they knock it out? Short! Short again! He look- ed down towards the trenches. The white wave had turned gray. Soanbrel•y, the dawn increased. He fixed his glasses on the gray wave; saw it recede; saw line after line of tiny black figures, ant -like, swarm out of the ground; vanish in- to the grayness. "Tell the Colonel: infantry gone ov- er." "Aye, aye, sir." Below, noise lessened. He peered' into the smoke -pall. Further it roll- ed; and further. In it nothing mov- ed. Out of it emerged house tops. And suddenly he saw the black specks again little bunches of them'. Peter studied his map; took out his protractor. "Call up the Colonel. Is that you, sir? Infantry retiring from the di- rection of City Saint Elie." ("Are you quite certain? We've had a rumour that City Saint Elie's fallen." "Quite certain sir. True bearing from here is a 'hundred' degrees." "Thanks. I'll report to Division." And that was all our Mr. Jackson saw of the fifty thousand very gal- lant gentlemen who stormed forward through our own gas, dribbling foot- balls, tootling hunting horns', skirl- ing bagpipes and 'blowing mouth -or- gans -on the morning of September the 25th, 1915! 'Gradually, gun fire died away. Only the French heavies 'behind the Fosses still clanged unceasing. Smoke clear- ed from the plain. Bare and silent, the dun sea stretched in the sky -line. From very far away "came .a faint chattering of machine guns. A Ger- man balloon rose up; peered at things; went down again. Down the IHiulluch road a toy battery trotted noiselessly. (But the great slag -cone itself seethed with excited men. Out from their 'burrows they came; down from their eyries; maps in their hands, telescopes under arm, binoculars dang- ling from their shoulders. Rumour, hundred -wired, ran among them,. Loos had fallen -said rumour - Hulluch was ours, 'City Saint Elie, Haisnes, Douvrin. "By God, we've 'brol en them," roared a fierce little major of Gar- rison Artillery. "By God, we've bro- ken them at last.' And he danced up there on the gritty slag, none heeding. "Look," shouted the captain of Sappers, "look. The cavalry!" And moisture brimmed his eyes, as he watched the „squadrons wheeling into line on the grass -fields just below. And always high up, like monkeys among the telephone posts, the three Frenchmen jabbered to their clang- ing guns -"Bon. Bon. 'Bien lire. M'agnifiqure. On les a, je vous .dis. Oui. Oui. Oui. On les a!" 'But (Chips ' Bradleyts grandson, peering out over the empty plain, peering back towards Bethune -wait- ing, waiting, waiting for the dust - cloud on the road, the dust -cloud that never carne--ythought of the words 'his Colonel had spoken the night be- fore. And the heart in him was heavy even in those early houfs with fore- bodings of disaster. § 4 Light grew and grew. Fitful gleams of sunshine danced across the plain. More cavalry came,' squadron after squadron, wheeling into line on the fields just below. But they made no movement forward, those wheeling squadrons. Peter saw them through his glasses -dismounting, loosening girths fume of their cigarettes blue in the air. Came one English aeroplane, drift- ing aimlessly acrose the sky. Walking wounded came, trudging painfully across the fields, singly and two by two, arms dangling, heads bandaged. (There were not steel helmets in those early days.) Came a gray company of prison- ers, capless, weaponless; fell out; squatted on their hunkers among the root -fields. Came a dozen peasant - children, sprung- somehow to life; wrenched up roots from the field; pelted the captives as they squatted The company fell in again; trudged off towards Bethune, followed by the spitting, cursing children. (And there were many 'gentlemen' in Eng- land still abed that morning!) Came, towards noon, down the road from 'Sailly, long brown columns of infantry, guns and 'horses, marching towards Noyelles. The Northdown Division! 'gun -range away behind the grimy remr.•ants who were even then bombing out the cellars in Loos vil- lage beyond the skyline . . . But from Beuvey to Annequin the roads Were these the lusty singing see he had known at Worthing, the cheery officers he had dig led with at .Shoreham -these dust stained, weary fellows, plodding two by two either side of the road? Hardly a sound came from their parched throats. Packs draggled at their shoulders; rifles dragged at their hands. Their faces were lined as the faces of old were bare. And on the left of the men. Sweat dripped from them --`A' attack, round the Hohenzollern Re- doubt, in the Chalk Quarries, at the foot of Fosse Eight, men fought =- supported, diedd cursing the chance that was never taken, the help that never came. "'Phe situation with regard to these two Divisions is still obscure at the time of drawing up my report," reads ,official history of a fortnight later. § fi Peter relieved by Purves, stuffed down from his eyrie at about two o'clock; found ' Colonel Stark and Doctor Carson sitting over the debris of lunch. "Very sad," the 'Irishman was say - (What is?" asked Peter,, slipping off his gas -satchel, sitting down to cold beef. strument myself. And mind you, P. J., what I've said to -night is between the two of us. . ." § 3 ("Four o'clock, sir. Time to get up." Peter work from undisturbed slum- ber; saw. Driver Garton, standing, candle in one hand, steaming mug in the other, by his bedside. He pull- ed. himself up from his valise; drank tea gratefully. In the opposite cor- ner of the room,, tossing uneasily in Ms sleep, lay Pur+v'es. Outside, all was still --'root a gun firing. Peter dressed quickly, slipped sling of gas - helmet over his head; went down- stairs. The Me -room; still shuttered, (smelt dankly of stale smoke and • h'u- man sleep. In one corner, telephone Company straggled by. Came his old company, Arkwright at their head. "Hallo, Arlewright!" "Hallo, P. J.!" And Arkwright rode on, Long Longstaffe and Pri- vate Haddock, trudging at his horse's tail, looked up at 'the known name. "Gawd," said the little man, "if it ain't our old P. J. ',Aven't got any - fink to eat about yer, I suppose, sir." Others took up the cry: "P. J.! aw!blimey, it's our old 'P. J. Asks P. J. give us samt'ink to eat. Somefink to eat, sir. For the love of Gawd; somefink to eat. We can't fight with nuilink in our stomachs, sir. . ." • (Peter ran forward; ,clutched Ark- wright's bridle. "Whit the hell's happened, Arkwright?" The schoolmaster looked down from "Poor Haalliday's been killed," an- t his horse. "I don't know," he said swered the Weasel. "Doc.'s just been up to Vermelles on a .push-bike." "They nearly got me too. Brom- ley's crowd have been having an al- mighty rotten time . . ." The casualty, first among their of- ficers, cast a gloom over the three men. Soon the doctor went back to his impromptu surgery -a tiny room off the hall, where his batsman had set out from their wicker cases, bandages, shining instruments, bot- tles of disinfectants, boxes of tab- loids. "Sportsman, the Doctor," com- mented 'Stark. The telephone on the shelf began buzzing; Peter went to it; picked up the receiver. "Seventh Don Aek. Adjutant Fourth Southdown B▪ rigade . . . Brigade -Major wish- es to speak to you, sir . . Right ▪ ." A pause: . . . "That you, Jackson? Look here, we want your batteries to open fire again ." Followed map references which Pet- er repeated . . .. "Yes. The loop- hole plates. But go slow with' your ammunition." Stark glanced at the big marked map on the wall; saw that the tar- gets *ere the same as those for the previous day. "Infantry held up, I suppose," he said. "What was that about amimunition? . Very well, tell the batteries to fire one round a minute. H.E., of course. You might go down and see how they're getting on. Tell Mr. Black I want to see him, and send in a tele- phonist as you pass the dug -out." 'Now, I wonder,' thought the Weas- el, as he sat alone , over his map, 'what is going to happen. Better be prepared for the. worst, I suppose." The little Regimental Sergeant Ma- jor came bounding in; saluted; stood to attention. "Got your note book, Mr. Black?" "Yes, sir." "Then take this down, (please: '0. C. Waggon -lines, 'A' and 'B' Batter- ies. On receipt of this you will har- ness up and 'be prepared to move for- ward at a minute's notice. Asknow- ledge by bearer.' Got that, Sergeant Major?" "Yes, sir." "Repeat it to Mr. (Murphy at the Ammunition 'Column." 'Mr. Black stretched out the scribbled messages. Stark signed them. "Have them, (both sen by cyclist orderly at once, please. Tell the orderlies they'll be put un- der arrest if they're not back in an hoitr and a half. Make them report to you personally, please." "And Headquarters, sir?" "Same instructions, Mr. Black. The adjutant's horses and mine to be waiting saddled up at the back of the Fosse; the rest ready to move off with the 'batteries. Have the serv- ants pack up everything except the mess -box at once. Do you quite un- derstand?" "Yes, sir." "Rations all right?" "Yes, sir. Two days' supply." "Good. Send Bombardier Michael to me, please . . § 6 "Curse!" said Torrington. "I thought we were going to get a little rest. The men are pretty well all in. Straker's up at the 0. Pip. but he won't see much. On round a min- ute, you say." They were standing under the trees, just outside the comamand 'post -a vast hollow mound of chalk, shored with timber, top covered with new cut branches. "Come in, won't you? We're just going to have some tea." Peter crouched through the timbered door- way sat down on a ration box. "I'll just get on to Straker." Torrington buzzed on the 'phone above his un- tidy bank. "Give me the 0. Pip. ,please. What's that? You wanted H. Q.? Well, the Adjutant's here." He handed the receiver to Peter. Straker's voice came stuttering down the wire: "I thought you'd. like to know that one of our infantry brigades is coming up the road. The Second, I think. They're just march- ing round the Fosse now." "Thanks," said Peter calmly. "Don't go away. Torrington wants to speak to you" . . . And to Torrington, "I don't think I'll stay for tea, thanks. You might pass the order out to Leaden,. . . ." (Peter picked his way diagonally across the field towards the ruined house at the cross roads. In it a fire burned. Efi s oven men stood about' smoking, gossiping, drinking tea front enamelled mugs. A wounded man limped by, eyes on the ground And suddenly, riding round the bat- tered, wall at the foot of the Fosse he saw Colonel Andrews. On either side of him rode Slattery and Sim - cox. Peter saluted; the Colonel ack- nowledged; 'said, '('Hallo, Jackson's rode on. Behind him, came the Chalk - shires. °My God,' thought Peter, `my God! Two minutes . . Decidedly, a show not to miss One minute . . He knelt down to be near the telephone. Cr -rack! Looking down Peter saw a blue flash, a smoke puff among the trees round' 'Our Lady of Consola- tion.' Simultaneously the whole plain erupter. Here, there, everywhere, yellow and blue, the hidden pits flam- ed and screamed. Thin smoke rose wearily, "I don't know. We've been marching like this for three daps. And the . rations haven't come. That's all." Behind them rose the heart break- ing voices: "P. J.! Yes, P. J. I tell yer. 'E'll get us somefluk' to est. Gawd! lookat them ruddy gunners. They've got their rations, they have. 'Ere, mate, for the love of Christ, just a bit of that bread." Some of the gunners ran out of the ruined house; proffered a crust or two. The 'mien snatched at them; tore them with their teeth as they marched. "I can't do anything for them," whispered 'Peter. "When did they eat last?" "Yesterday evening. We were hust- led out of Bethune just as they were starting breakfast . . . Where are we going? . . . God knows, I don't. The maps 'haven't 'been,sgrv- ed out. You'd better get out of this, P. J. It's only giving the boys false hopes:" !Peter stepped back; and the Com- pany plodded by. As they passed -him !sweating heads thrilled, dusty lips murmured: "Can't you do nuffmk for us, Sir? Just a 'bite, sir. Any- fink'll do, sir." They looked like faithful dogs whose masters had be- trayed them. "Cheer up, lads," said Peter. "Cheer up!" "We'll do our best, sir. Bit 'ard, though, our first time in action, ain't it, sir? . ." The files trudged past him in the dust. Behind them came other files, thousands of them. All dust -stained. All sleepless. All hungry. "Food," they cried as they marched. "Food." But not a man of them fell out! (Continued next week.) A HEALTH SERVICE OF THE CANADIAN MEDICAL •�rr ASSOCIATION AND LIEEr...`-�-•�•- INSURANCE COMPANIES `-// IN CANADA Snoring People who sleep with their mouths open are the ones who snore, so it follows that the way to avoid snor- ing is to sleep with the mouth closet, making use of the nose far breathing. It has been said that more than one person in ten is a chronic snor- er. By that we mean that mere or less regularly, for at least part of each night, they open their mouths to breathe and indulge themselves in producing those vibrating sounds which we call snores. All snoring is noisy. Apparently men are the chief offenders; at any rate, as snorers they make the great- er amount of noise. Among those conditions which favor sleep is quiet. Therefore whether he be in the home or in the pullman car, the snorer is a disturber of the sleep of others ev- en if he does not waken himself with the noise he produces. Babies snore, but afterchildhood, there are few snorers under thirty years of age. It is after thirty that snoring 'becomes a habit. The cause underlying the habit does not lie in the subconscious mind, but in the op- en mouth. There are several reasons why our mouths open when we sleep. It corn- mbnly occurs when we fall asleep sit- ting in a chair, or when we lie on our backs in bed. In such cases, the muscles which support and hold up the lower jaw relax, and the mouth falls open. The most common cause of snoring, however, is some abnor- mal condition of the nose, which more or less 'blocks the free flow of air in and out. While asleep, se{cretio'ns collect in the nose, particularly if the nose is congested or blocked, which during the day would be ex- pelled, and so, first of all, there is a wheezing as the air is forced through the secretions, and later the mouth opens and snoring follows. Snoring is more common in winter, because in winter there are more colds and other infections of the nose and throat. The remedy lies, first of all, in hav- ing the nose and throat put into a healthy condition, obstructions re- moved and infection treated. In young children this generally means the removal of adenoids and tonsils. Those who snare should not sleep lying on their balokjs. Those who have 'snored for years have developed a habit which takes time to correct, even after the underlying cause has been removed. It is not only for the sake of others that snores should be controlled, Mit also to secure better rest for the snorer. Questions concerning Hlealth,, ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College Street, Toron- to, will be' answered person ally by letter. � a Theme is hardly any limit to the power of self -deception. ---+Deana►' Inge. 'BACKACHE *rale dhlepvww wires the Liver and Kidneys e wooed by DRCIIASE'S MOTE WAVE,1...•. COMFORTABLE CONVENIENT MODERN 'WRITE FOR FOLDER' U -Boat Captive First Mate H. Layton of the Deere Castle happened on a crowd discuss- ing records after his ship had tied up in Montreal. "Records, eh," he said. "Well, now I can talk, gentlemen, be- cause I' happen to hold a world's re- cord myself. I spent a whole month as a prisoner aboard an enmy sub- marine. Who can 'beat that?" ILate in 1916 he had left Quebec City, he 'began, as master of a trans- port and a few days later in sight of land he heard the dull thud. of a torpedo against the side of his ves- sel. 'He and his crew took to the boats and were rowing away from the doomed ship when a submarine came up beside them. "Captain, you some with us," the commanding of- ficer called to Giajrton. He allowed the rest of 'the crew to go free. So Capt. Clayton was taken into the sulbmarineand for a long while was unable to learn her identity. One day, however, a steward handed him a letter and there was the address - he was aboard the U-70:: Iter he learned that his host and skipper was commodore of all the German U-boats.- - His month of undersea travel was never without its quota of excite- ment. He slept in the periscope room .r'the spot from -which the subpar inie views the ocean surf ace and picks up ships. Covering Ground That members . of the Mounties are shifted about with great frequency is well known by the recent appointment of Superintendent C. D.' La Nauze to the Toronto command. ' In the past half dozen years La Nauze has been -r .. in -charge of the Banff, Nova Scotia and Toronto depots of the Royal Can- adian Mounted Police, and now starts his second term in the Toronto of fire. Superintendent La Nauze join the force in 1903, and put in an prenticeship in the far north, trav- elling three thousand miles in the Arctic during two and a half years on one case before bringing his man to trial. The chief of Toronto's Mounties has travelled extensively in northern Ontario, where he has been sent on cases' during his last term of office in Toronto, and during these trips has had to act not only as police- man, but also 'as justice of the peace and trial magistrate. After you have lived in a house a while, you learn not to swat the nail holes in mistake for -flies.-,Galt Re- porter Some women are not as fresh as they are painted and some are more so. -Detroit News. I have no patience with people who decry the youth of to -day as being. decadent -Evangeline Booth. LONDON AND WINGHAM South P.M. Wingham 1.55 Belgrace 2.11 Blyth 2.23 Londesboro 2.30 Clinton 3.08 Brucetfield 3.27 Ki Peen 3.35 Hensall 3.41 Exeter 3.55 A.M. Exeter 10.42 Hensall 10.55 Ki ppen • 11.01. Bruce'field • a 11.09 Clinton 11.54' Londesboro 12.10 Blyth 12.19 12.80 12.60 A.M. P.M. Goderich 6.45 2.80 Clinton 7.08 ' 5.00 Seaforth 7.22 8.18 Dublin 7.33 3.81 Mitchell ...... 7.42 8.43 West Dublin 1.1.19 9.82 Seaforth 1124 9.45 Clinton 11.50 9.69 Goderich . 12.10 10.25 A.M. Goderich 5.50 Menet ▪ 6.66 McGaw "... 6.04 Auburn 6.11 Blyth , 6.26 Walton 6.40 MoNanght 6.52 Toronto 10.26 A.M. Toronto 7.40 McNangbt ., 11.48 Wtaon 12.01 Myth 12.12 Auburn 12.23 Mk�Gaw 1224 Mienset ' 12.41 Goderich ... •. y 12.4. Belgrav'e Wingham North C. N. R. East C. P. R. 'TIME TABLE East ' West ••• • • • .%a•:• 4