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THE HURON EXPOSITOR •
PAGE SEVEN
LEGAL
Frew No. 91
JOHN J. HUGGARD
Barrister, Solicitor,
Notary Public, Etc.
Beattie Block - - Seaforth, Ont.
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Succeeding' R. S Hays
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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-
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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Theme is hardly any limit to the
power of self -deception. ---+Deana►' Inge.
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COMFORTABLE
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'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
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