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animals treated. Calls. promptly
at-
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MEDICAL
DR. D. E. STURGIS
Graduate of the Faculty of Medi-
cine, University of Western' Ontario,
and St. Joseph's Hospital, London.
Member of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Phone 67. Of-
fice at Dublin, Ont. 3493
DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
Unive'rs'ity of Western Ontario. Mem-
ber of College of Physicians and
Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 God-
erich Street, West.. Phone 37.
Successor to 'Dr. Charles •Mackay.
-DR. F. J. R., FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University of
Toronto.
'Late assistant New York Opthal-
anei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitalsy London, Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in
each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 5 p.m.
58 WaterlooStreet, South, Stratford.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
University • of Western Ontario, Lon-
don, Member of .College of Physic-
ians and 'Surgeons of Ontario. Office
is Aberh'art's .Drug Store, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 90.
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office and residence Goderich Street,
east of the United Church, Sea -
forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the
County of Huron.
DR. HUGH H. ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faedlty of Medicine, .member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass 'graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School, of Chicago ;
Royal •Opthallmtie Hospital, London,
England; University 'Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Back of Do-
minion. Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5
Night calls answered from residence
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
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DR. E. A. McMASTER
Graduate of the University of
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
27.
y (lbert Franigau
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•
( io'tutihnuer from 1a tt Week)
(Peter looked at the two 'infantry,
men, crouching 'w'hite-faced below tihe
•parapet; ,at Finlayson, tight-lipped,
apprehensive; . . art Illiucksweat biting
his huge mouutavhe. Then, very de-
liberately, he stood .;upright;• drew
field glasses from case; ;peered over
towards the enemy. One of the in-
fantrymlen joined him. "Do you know
the ground?" began -,Peter.
The shell gave no warning. He
was aware only of a terrific thunder,
clap, of a savage :boot -hack at ear-
drulne . . . Then blackness, black,
ness through which he struggled for
light . . . In the slime he strug-
gled, fighting a warm dead thing
. The thing lifted from him.
. Light came back . He
'felt hands gripping him; heard 1Vluek-
sweat's voice.
Face down in the line Iay the
dead body of .the infantryman, hel-
n tles's, brains oozing - criirnlson
sweetbreads -from shattered skull.
Above he turned; snarled over his
shoulder: "You killed him, , damn
you. You! You! You!"
+`FE.asy an, mate," cut in the voiee
of Finlayson, "you're talking to an
officer."
"Officer! 'Who the hell cares for
'•til'iery officers ?"-the man rose,
sword'ed rifle gripped in 'both hands.
"Blast yowl You killed him. And
now you'll bury 'him" -bayonet drew
back for the 'plunge: "Come on, you
coward, you! We're going over the
top,, you and me -going 'to bury my
(mate decent, we are -like, a Chris-
tian."
'Staid Peter, and he 'spblke as tired
Men speak in dreams: "Don't make
an ass of yourself, lad."•
Mucksweat's doubled first crashed
home to chin -point. The madman's
rifle fell, clattering across his mate's
body as he toppled backwards.
""Who the devil told you to do
that?" Peter's voice was again the
voice of command. "Pick him `up,
will you?" ---,the bear stooped aver his
vuctrAml-"take his helmet off."
'But already the infantryman had
regained consciousness. "What hap-
pen•ed, sir?" he asked, head on the
coal-mliner's knee. Then he saw the
body on theground; stared at it.
"Oh, •Gawd," he sobbed, "it's Har-
ry! Poor old Harry," Swiftly s the
man rose to his feet; .picked up his
rifle; started to climb out of the
trench. Mucksweat pulled• him back.
"Let me go," he howled, "let me .go.
I'll give 'em something for this. I'll
give 'em something they won't for-
get."
They wrestled with • him!, panting
there in the trench; fought him till
the madness passed'. Shells seream-
ed and crashed about them as they
wrestled; splinters hissed ,into the
slime. But for the moment -these
four had forgotten shell -fire.
'Stumbled a mean through the mud,
a man who shouted, "Artillery Liais-
on Officer. C'olon'el wants the Artil-
lery Liaison Officer."
lAutclrnatically, Peter staggered off
round the traverse. A shell scream-
ed down., He fell on his' face; heard
the splinters whizz over; picked him-
self up, saw the exploded S.c.S. rock-
ets, fuzzing red and useless among a
knot of crouching stretcher -'bearers.
Then he was slithering down the mud
chute, slithering to a moment's. safety.
§ 4
Peter stood on his feet; blinked
about him in the half-light. The dug
out seemed full of men. At hie table
sat the Colonel. Peter walked across
to him, saluted.
"You sent,for me, sir?"
A shell crashed to ground thirty
feet above; rocking the solid. concrete.
"Anybody hurt?" roared th'e doctor.
A hrloment's pause; then, "No, sir,"
from the top of the mad chute,
""Can:t you do anything to stop
this'?" asked the Colonel. "I'11 lose
half of my men before the show
starts." •
Peter looked at his wrist watch;
saw that the face of it was caked
solid with mud. He wiped away the
mlud, with his 'sleeve. The hands
pointed to eleven o'cloc'k.
"I'm afraid not, sir. There's no
time to get a message 'back. . . ."
'Came voices frerre above: "Early on
there, nilates. Let nue get down first.
-
That's right, now his feet. All right,
stir, you'll be all right in a minute."
Light vanished. Followed the sound
of heavy bodies slithering down the
mi r • iehuti ;. Light appeared again.
Pct::• was aware of a huge officer,
helmetle'ss, red bandage across his
forehead -an officer who staggered
to his feet, cursing someone who was
trying to assist' him. "Damn you,'
he cursed, "damn you, I don't want
your help. I'm all right, perfectly•
all right, I tell you."
"Of course you are, old chap. Of
course you are" -the doctor's voice
sounded perfectly calm. "You come
over here with rue. We'll fix you up
in a :minute. . • ."
"But I told him to keep his helmet
on, I told them all to keep their hel-
mets on. . . ."
"Quite right, old chap. Quite right.
Now just you sit down "for. a mom-
ent."
The officer sank down.inkr gloone
corner of the cave. Doctor bent ov-
er !hi rn. Delirium ebbed away to
vague mutterings. Another shell ex-
ploded above.
"You'd better stop here a bit," said
the Colonel.
For a second, Peter Jackson hesi-
tated. Brain, still nulmib from the
shell shock, conveyed no message to
faltering limbs. Then that fine sixth
sense which is the inmost core of
courage seemed to whisper: `And your
men!'
"I think I'd 'better 'be getting back,
sir," said 'Peter.
§ 5
Pain stabbed at 'him ae he (hauled
Manned up the niud chute to open air.
At the top of the chute, he lay ga'sIp-
To -
DR. G. R. COLLYER
Graduate Faculty ofMedicine, Uni-
versity of Western Ontario. Member
College of Physicians and Surgeons
of Ontario. Post graduate work- at
New York City Hospital and Victoria
Hospital, London. Phone: Hensall
56. Office: King Street, Hensall.
DENTAL.
DR. J. A. McTAGGART
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto, Office at Hen -
sail, 'Ontario. Phone 106.
A statelier -bearer helped him
to his.. feet, "Thanks.",.Peter lean-
ed heavily on his stick. tFLe began to
cough; stoed there, racking his throat
out. . . . • •
The barrage had''s'hifted to the left;
seemed to be slackening. Only every.
nova and then a near eerash shook the
ground. Peter stopped coughing.
-Fear departed fronn. his • soul. The
brain cleared. 'H,e knew ihalm!self very
weak. But he knew, also, knew defin-
itely, that he -was not yet beaten;
that enough will power for the u1ti-
Mate effort •still remained in him.
• ('The last ounce,' he thought again,
'the last absolute ounce';' and started
to toil back through the mud. In
his absence, riflemen had 'packed the
trench: he edged past thein; found his
own men. •
"Flow :much longer, sir?" asked
Finlayson.
"About half an hour."
They waited in silence. All about
them, infantrymen were grousing.
"Wish we wasn't in the supports."
"Supports always gets it wus't."
"Must 'ha've had a lot of casualties
already." . . . F i v e walking
wounded, ticketed tunics buttoned ov-
er strapped arms, accoutrements a-
bandoned, 'puttees cut away, came
toiling, towards then:.• through the
mud; edged past them; disappeared
wordless round the traverse.
Shelling increased S'o'meone
on their left cried, "Stretcher-bear-
ers.. Hi! Stretcher-bearers."
They saw a•body* on 'a stretcher heav-
ed up out of •the trench; saw two
even :bearing it steadily alonig the op-
en ground behind . . . More shells
came, but the bearers trudged on.
A fleet of British 'planes sailed a-
cross Tronas Wood, stayed circling
above them.
"Ten minutes :more," said Peter
Jackson., He looked over the parapet
towards 'the 'brown cleft below. He
t rrned to his two signallers, repeat-
ed his ' instruction's: "I shall snake'
for that shell -hole the moment our
barrage starts4"
Again, he took his place at the
parapet; glued his eyes to the ground
in front.
"Five minutes more," he called
over his shoulder . "Three min-
utes." . .. "Two." . ... "One."
Finlayson and Mucksweat heard a
vast rush as of wings -above their
heads; saw Peter scramlble over the
parapet; followed Mimi blind in 'a mad
stumbling run. The three dropped
in a panting heap to earth.
"So far, so good," gasped Peter,
extricating His head from Finlays,on's
legs. Ile hauled 'himself on his el-
bows up the side of the crater; look-
ed over. A 'hundred yards in front
of him a row of helmets_ marked the
front line. Beyond these billowed a
roaring wall of flame spangled smoke
-above the wall, red and green rock-
ets soared despairingly. Shells whis-
tled over him towards the wall - a
stream of shells --ceaseless. And al-
ways the wall billowed higher, blurr-
ing the rockets. Now, the helmets
rose from the ground, became men -
a long line of men who walked slow-
ly towards the flaming wall, lay down
at foot of it. Sunk road, chalk -pits,
desert 'beyond, skyline ---everything
had disappeared. Peter could see
only the wall, the wall and the prone
figures at foot of it.
Suddenly, flame died out in the
wall; the prone figures rose; flung
themselves forward into the smoke.
From behind the smoke came, the
sharp reports of bomb' bursting, lit-
tle w'hickers of machine gun fire. The
wall thinned; revealing the sunk road
glimmer of chalk -mounds, of shapes
struggling with shapes. . .. . But
beyond the struggling shapes, other
shapes mored forward with the mov-
ing smoke.
' Peter called over his shoulder,
"Come on, you chaps, we've got 'em'."
The three rose to their feet, dashed
downhill. As they ran, they were
unconscious of everything except the
one strong• desire to get forward. All
about them, from the edges of Trones
Wood, from Arrowhead Copse, other
men were running; risen ,m'oved by
that same desire; men equally un-
conscious, in that one supreme mom-
ent,
oment, of the enemy barrage that
screamed over their heads, plunged to
•round in bolts of, flame 'behind them
Finlayson reaShed the old front
tine first; stumbled as •he leaped; fell
headlong. Peter and Mucksweat
slowing their pace, scrambled delib-
erately across; 'helped the bombar-
dier to his feet. For a second they
looked back. "You were right about
that shell -hole, sir," gasped Finlay-
son. "They're knocking hell out of
the supports."
"Come on," said Peter Jackson.
"They'll be barraging the sunk road
next. . "
He set off at a .swift walk; scram-
bled up a bank; dropped down, the
pair of tlirem, at his heels.
In the sodden roadway, between
the 'bloodstained chalk, t'hel killers
were still at work, ferreting the
Beast with 'bombs,' braining him as
he crawled from his .hale. The -place
stank of cordite, of blood and the
flesh •of men. 'But the 'three gunners
had not been sent out,to kill.
Peter, sora!miblinlg first up the chalk
bank, saw a 'shattered roadway a-
head; caught a glim'pte of two gig-
antic chalk mounds, of the barrage
beyond; heard a terrific explosion ov-'
erlhead; felt a clanging h.arcn•m'Ar stroke
on 'his helmet, knew frightful ,pain at
his heart; 'knew a great darkness -
a darkness through which he sank to
Merciful oblivion.
Mucksweat and Finlayson, blown
back by the shell looked at each
other for one panting second. Then
they, too, scrambled up the bank.
Peter hlad fallen forward off his
face, left arm doubled 'beneath him.
There was a great dent 'as from a
hanilmler in 'his helmet. They turned
!him over. Hie gave ne sign of life. [Stilt it seemed unnecessary risk of
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mouth. "Is he dead?" asked Muck -
sweat.
IFla1f a dozen 'bload-'mad infantry-
men surged past.
"'Dead or aline, we can't leave him
here"'---IBomtlbegdier Finlayson's. eyes
tbolk one :glance at the chalkeroun'ds,
Bombardier Finlaywon's mind took one
quick decision. "Can yoe carry him,
Mluckie?"
"Carry 'hint?"•-MuCksweat laugh-
ed. "Carry tenef tomehim."
"Take him to those dug -outs, then.
Do . you understand? YIlheiie'l1 he
some cover there. And wait -till I
come back."
"What are you going to do, Bom-
bardier?"
"'Me! I'm going to do his joeb, of
course. What the hell do you think
we're here for -Lea picnic?"
Lips. set, eyes resolute, Finlayson
set off down the shattered road to-
wards the disappearing infantrymen.
.Mnrcksweat'bent down; wound his two
bear's arm round 'Peter's body; picked
him up like a- child; and started for
cower.
§ 6
For an hour and three-quarters,
'B' Battery's gums had been thudding
:steady* fire -one round per gun per
minute. ,,For an hour and three-quar-
ters Cresswell and Charlie Henry had
been walking from shelter to quiver-
ing shelter -asking always the sane
gtiestioneegetting always- a- different
reply.
"Wlhlat's your range, Sergeant?"
"Four 'seven hundred, sir. -.Four
seven -fifty, •Sir. -:Four eight hundred,
sir."
.apakeGo 711114 air agar
Finlayson heel net seen T.:'.rT ck$9
sanree he was tit, ' 'ntnleerslon pen
not say if Mr. Jackson ' were alive'
or dead. Finlayson had obtained his
information,, come 'straight back with
it. Finlayson, ton; was in the;:tight.
And the battery commandeer
thought: wow& ils" Worse? To fare
(danger oneself • or send others into
it? There's the very devil of a. bass
s
rage' oh Trones Wood, :and the will
road wr11 Ibe, hell. Cresswell's, got a
afire -lila armht 'kfid's:- Henry's never
been'•in a slaw before.'
Then he took a five -franc , piece,
from his pocket; said "Headls Henry.
Tails Cresswell"; and spuil the coin
in the air.
§ 7
The mind of Peter Jackson emerg-
ing slowly from the dark of uneon-
scioneness, was aware of paint.
Thought followed';' then sight.
He was in a dug out, lying at the
foot of .d'eep steps' atop of which
light glimme'red. 'Opposite to him,
propped against the wall, sat a
wounded officer --a subaltern of in-
fantry. The subaltern, who was
'smoking a cigarette, said: "Hallo.
Thought you were dead." Then he
:shouted up the steeps: "Tri, you gun-
ner --hi!"
1Vlucksraeat's voice answered, "Yes,
sir. What is it, sir?"
"Your officer isn't dead. He's just
opened his eyes."
The huge coal -(miner clambered
backwards down the steps, bent over
Peter, and Peter spoke to hum, vag-
uely, as men speak in delirium: "My
wolber-tblo'ttle. D'o , you understand??
My water -(bottle.' Mucksweat un -
slung his own --'"No. Not yours.
Mine."
!1S1 ksweat.'pulled out his clasp -
knife -it was impossible.. to unsling
Sandidland watch at wrist firin the bottle without moving the`man-
g(out the !straps, unleorlked, _ put the
schedule. in hand, stood at the mouth•
of the telephone -pit. Every five
minute's he called across to his sub-
alterns, "What are you at now?" re-
ferred their answers to the paper in
his hands; ticked off the ranges:"
There was no excitement at the
battery, and, for the moment, no
danger. Work proceeded automatic-
ally.
Right and left of the battery, in
the ;valleys behind and even among
the woods in front, other batteries
were firing in the same orderly, un-
hurried manner. The great voice of
massed .pieces rolled and echoed in
cdntinuovs thunder to the observers
in the sausage-Ibaloons behind them,
to the observers in the high circling
'planes albolv'e. Only the !maker of
that thunder were deaf to it, isolat-
ed; cut off by the thudding of their
own labours from all other sound.
Steadfastly they worked -eye a n d
hands, ears and mind, concentrated on
the leaping •guns.
But Sandiland's mind was not with
the guns.
"Any news" he called down into
the "telephone -pit.
"M•essage just coming through
.from Headquarters, sir." -A pause -
"Have we heard from our F.O.O.
yet?"
"Tell them No. And get on to,
Blenkinsop again."
"Blenkinsop's on, sir." Sandiland
stepped down into the pit --a square,
tin -roofed cave scooped from the soil;
took the instrument from his tele-
phonist. "Captain Sandiland speak-
ing. Are they still barraging Trones
Wood?"
"Yes, sir. Firing's very heavy -
Five -nines, I think, s`ir.'
The battery commander returned
'to his guns. What could have hap-
pened to Peter? Charrington, Liai-
son Officer on the right, had already
reported twice; 'B' Battery's signal-
lers had overheard the Messages re-
peated to .'Headquarters: `Infantry
had gone over': `Infantry were in
Gui1lemont:'
Sanclhland tried to put away appre-
hension. P. J. was no fool. P. J.
knew that no message of his could
affect the ordered barrage. P. J.
w uld tot risk a runner's life till he
had definite information. And yet,
Sandiland waS afraid. His conscience
reproached him. He ought to have
made P. J. report sick days ago. If
anything happened to P. J. . •
Sandiland wrenched thought back to
his ;guns.
One fifty-three! Already the fig-
ures on the range -dials marked six
thousand yards. In another few min-
utes they would reach maximum ele-
vation. "Six one hundred, sir," call-
ed IHlenry's voice. "Six one fifty--
six two hundred . . "
Undoubtedly, so(mlething must h ave
'happened to P. J.!
"Six two fifty-six three hundred.'
Still the gun's lifted.
'Bombardier Finlayson on t h e
phone, sir." The battery commander
dived to his telephone -pit as a ralybit
dives to its burrow, seized the instru-
ment.
'SOur infantry crossed the Ginchy
road at 1:2.50"-Finlayson's voice
came so distinct over the wire that
Sandiland could almost hear the pant
in it -"'and are pushing on. Patrols
are going forward to Lousy Wood
Sandiland wrote down and checked
the back message; said, "Call up the
Adjutantlon the other ''phone." But
the instruinent at his ear went on:
"Is that Captain ,Sandiland speak-
ing? This is, Bombardier Finlayson,
sir. Mr. Jackson was hit just after
the infantry went over. I left him
with Gunner Mucksweat ."
"Mir. Purves speaking, sir."
'Sandiland said, "Wait, Bombardier,
grabbed the second telephone, repeat-
ed Finlayson's first (message'--( Splen-
did, murmured the voice of Pureve's)
-"and I want to speak to the Colon-
el . . . Thanks , . . -Is that
you, 'sir? . . . Jackson's been hit
I don't know, Sir . . . I'm
afraid to send out another F. 0. 0.
Very 'good, sir."
The 'battery' commander banded
back the inatru'nuent witch a little gess•
ture of •disgust. Technically, of,
course, Bovelsworth was right. They
ought to send out another F.O.•O.
Blood oozed from the cornft of his valuable, life. Wihoin theruld he send?
aluminum neck to Peter's lips.
The whisky -and -water - a good
tumbler -full of which splashed over
his face as he drank -woke Peter to
effort. He sat up; looked at his
throbbing bandaged arm ; asked
where he was.
Mucksweat explained: "You re-
melm'ber they chalk -heaps, sir? Well,
we're inside one of them. Bombar-
dier said I was to wait here till he
come back."
"Who bandaged this arm of
mine?"
"I did, sin':
"Good lad." Gradually Peter's ach-
ing brain pieced the situation to-
gether. He could just remember the
scramble out of the sunk road, the
halmtnier-clang on -his- helmet. "Where
is the bombardier gone to'?"
"I dunno, sir. He. said he was a-
going to do your job."
"A -going to do your job." The
words acted like a spur on Peter's
dazed mind. "Do my job?" he ech-
oed. 'I'll see the fellow in hell first.
Give me a hand, will you?"
Wonderingly, the coal -miner obey-
ed; and Peter staggered somehow to
his feet. The dug -out spun round
him; his arm hurt abominably: but
he vas going to do his job --oh, un-
doubt.edly, he was going to do his
job. It lay, the job he was going to
do, somewhere up above -up those
damned steps -blast the steps -there
m'ust be millions of th•env-and the
light atop of them had gone out.
"Better lay him down again," said
the infantrry subaltern calmly. "I
expect it's only a faint."
:He lit a cigarette, looked down at
his oivn legs, both broken by machine
gun bullets, thought: 'They can't get
us away before dark'; and went to
sleep.
Mucksweat, left alone with two un-
conscious officers, picked up the
smouldering cigarette, put it in his
mouth, scratched his head meditative-
ly -and returned to his watch at the
stairhead.
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carpet sane .%�'ti
vats..'; , 77 en, aortia
10own; 'es Squame the 1Pw, ...
ad FSn,pire:. b'edatead. -c k -t
and ,-baake!t-wor'k She. had •
•frpnt, eller - fartfher% house in
=gain -MY
Same ln�� 1 1b1ltbtis' � s
flounced dressing- Sable to xri i„
artfully elle/Seed wall,„spaces efvlad!2idi':
the difficulties of a wardr be, • the,
fireplace (as all the fireplaeies et;:Suate
flowees) was of irreproachable white•
tilewbrk, devoid .of unnecessary buss's.
and iron. But !Pe'ter's .dressing room
contained 'all Peter's own. faimaliar
furniture -his mahogany bow front-
ed wardrobe, his 'brass bedstead, the
glass-doo'ed wall -ease of guns ami
s.
crops and fishing' r'od's, his
collection of sporting prints.
I"He lust like the place," she kept
.saying to 'herself, "he will like it.*
For Sunflowers represented
-'tthou+gh 'Patricia would neyer shave
admitted the fact -cher last bid for
Peter's love. Their house in Lown-
des Square • had been a ready- made
residences, Ifu11 sof 'Peter's inherited
chattels: entering it, she too had Ibe-
eoine his chattel -mere Mrs. Jackson.
Whereas 'Sunflowers was of her own
funding, her own creating: the -little
house she, Patricia 'would make
'home' for her man against his re-
turn from the wars.
§• 2
Rainy June turned to a glorious
July. Patricia found-- t-wwo- servants ;
engaged a .gard'ener; sent for the
children; disniiissed their ,•govern'ese ;
was called on by the. vicar and. half
a dozen ne'ighfbours--and began to
buy her experience of life on a mod-
erate -income in the English home
countries.
. :Peter's. wife posses'se'd all. the town
dweller's illusions about living in the
country';; one took a `little place'-
and. panisheed care automlatitcally ;
one's servants smiled and sang about
their deft work; one's garden grew
by itself ("thus man does everything,
my dear"), provided vegetables, eggs,
fruit and flowers, as a department -
store provides groceries; while one
wandered about in a floppy hat with
a pair of scissors, or went for long
walks in green lanes where one met
the most - attractive peorple - the
Squire, ,the sporting parson, peasant
women who curtsied and farmers''
boys who touched their hats. And
in this para'ise--chiefly owing to tthe
honesty• of the country folk as eons -
pared with the rascality of town -
one spent literally nothing at all!
Strong in that last belief, Patricia
came like a •godsend to the hungry
-village of Arlsfield: and Arlsfield
robbed her as the country mouse robs
the town mouse -with effective suers--
plicity. Roger Fry, the 'gardener -a
hulking fellow with a sly smile -act-
ed principal go-between.
(Continued next week.)
§ 8
A torch, flashing in Peter's face,
recalled him to a moment's conscious-
ness. A voice asked:
"How are we going to get him up
those step;, sir?"
An's'wered another voice; "Tote hien
on a blanket if we can find one
Bombardier."
Said Peter Jackson: "That's you
isn't it, Henry?"
"Yes."
"Well -all I can say is," -the words
were hardly audible -"that its sport-
ing at` you to have come, • ."
Then he fainted again: leaving
Charles Henry, American Citizen, to
puzzle out the exact meaning of the
sentence as he had puzzled his way
through the barrages on Trones
Wood.
London an
So
Ih.
Winghaan
BBlelgraveyth-
Dondesboro
Clin.'tron • • .. • . ,
Brucefield .....
Kippen .... ..... r!
Hensall . , . ...w .
Exeter
North
•
stat
Exeter 1042
Hensall 10,
Kipper • 1101
Brucefield `11091 5
'Clinton 11.64.
Londeslboro 12.1.0 °'
Blyth 1219
Belgrave t • 100
Winghatnu 12.50,
C.N.R. Time Table
East
P.M.'
Goderich • 6.45 2:30
Clinton 7.08' 3.00
Seaforth 7.22 3.18 •
Dublin, 77.33 3.31
Mitchell 7.42 3.43
West
Dublin 11.19 `9.44
Seaforth 11.34 9.57
Clinton 11.50 10.11
Gederich 12.10 10.37
C.P.R. Time Table
Goderich
Menset
McGaw
Auburn
Blyth
„Walton
East
e A.M.'.
5.50
5.55
6.04
6.11
6.25
6.40------
1VlicNanght 6.52
Toronto 10.25
West
gawp
sir ,' A.M.
Toronto 7.40
MoNanught 11.48
Walton 12.01
Blyth12.12
Auburn 12.23
,MieGaw .. 12.34
Menset 12.41
'Goderi'ch 12.46
PART XXX
BROK EN MEN
§ 1
Charlie Tebbits, faithless to all tra-
ditions of the building trade, kept
his promised date: and Patricia mov-
ed into Sunflowers by the end of
June. She `moved in' without serv-
ants or children; assisted only by a
great grenadier of a woman who
came from Arlsfield Village just too
late to prepare 'breakfast and left
just too, early to prepare dinner, But
Patricia had been homeless for eigh-
teen hnlonth's, long enough to revel ev-
en in the discomforts of home nrak-
in.g--scarped meals, chairs without
lo•ps'e covers, curtainless windows,
floor boards minus carpets, workmen
all day and solitude 'all night.
The More she grew to know this
house she had fallen in love with,
the more she fell in love with it.
'Still, infatuation apart, it really
w'a's a jolly house; and by the time'
that Charlie Te!bbits, assisted by
J -harry Teb'bi'ts, old mean Tehbits, Miss
Tebbita, and an almlazrirrg handyman
from Little Arlsfield, had laid carpets,
tacked down linoleum, hung curtains,
arranged old furniture and carried
up new, Patricia could honestly 1pek
round and say to herself: `This is
just:rhow .I., planned things', the day I
first saw it.' ''
She spent hours wandering from
the berugged cream -papered hall into
Peter's little study (for which Char-
lie Te!b!btits was stilt waking her
egg
C1eSNAPSI-1OT GUIL
"TABLE -TOP" PICTURES
Two table -top pictures. At left, is a tiny cork -
and -paper ship given a "Flying Dutchman"
aspect by placing it on a pane of glass and
shooting from undefneath. Above, a circus
scene made with familiar dolls and toys.
nNE of the most interesting of
camera stunts is the making of
"table -top" pictures. As the term in-
dicates, you assemble your picture
material on some convenient table,
or bench, and shoot it from any de-
sired angle.
"Table -top" pictures are, usually,
very much like model stage settings.
You may use dolls, toys, statuettes,
model airplanes, miniature trains,
boats -anything at all that appeals
to you. The point of the whole thing
is to arrange your subjects in an in-
teresting, realistic, or fantastic
fashion; and to light this arrange-
ment so that it makes a good pic-
ture.
If you want to give an effect of
deep distance, as in a miniature
landscape set-up, place various fi-
gures (trees, houses, fences, etc.) in
receding planes. The focus will be-
come less exact as the distance from
the camera increases.' A piece of
dark cardboard, cut with an irregu-
lar edge, laid across the back of the
set, will become a range of distant
hills. And a big piece of light card-
board, set up well back of the rest
of the set-up, gives you a good
Usually, these pictures are taken
at close range. If your camera can-
not be focused for close-ups, use a
portrait attachment -a simple, in-
expensive, and highly' useful little
gadget. -
There's no limit to the effects you
cart achieve. And there's nothing
much more fascinating than work-
ing them out. Here are some point-
ers that may save you time and
trouble:
Remember that the only point of.
view that matters is the point of
view of your camera's lens. Your
set-up may appear charmingfrom
above or from the side. Budon't
let it mislead you. The camera must
be pleased.
Working at close range, the depth
of focus of your lens is not likely to
be great. So keep the elements
within as short a distance, front to
back, as possible. And the moat ith
portant feature should be, at the
point of e,tact focus.
"slue.
Remember that the camera's out-
look is wedge -shaped -narrow close
to the lens and widening out as it
goes into the distance.
The greatest fun in this work is
playing with light. Sometimes a
single strong flood of light will give
you what you want. Again, you may
want one figure to stand out bril-
liantly, with everything else sub-
dued. To do this, you will •have to
block off most of the light with shirt
cardboards, books, or whatever you
need.
You'll get ysur best effects by .
working wi,:, I.. -ns at its small-
est opening. Allow plenty of time
-anywhere ,fron) ten seconds to a
minute or two, depending on the
amount of light.
Too, don't forget that most "films
register blue as white, and red" as
black or dark gray. A white figure
against a blue background will tend
to be lost; similarly, a red fight -re
will' not stand out against a dark
background.
It's fascinating business, ail hi'a
and will repay you well for yo:
patience and ittg ttt1iiye
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