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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1935-07-12, Page 7lCw,�t+i,� LEGAL • Phone No. 91 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, F]tc. Beattie Blopk - - Seaforth, Ont. HAYS .& MEIR Succeeding R. S. Hats Barristers, 'Solicit'ors, Conveyancers and Notaries Public. Solicitors for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money Ito loan. TSrI PwY x t� JOHN IL BEST Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. Seaforth - 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. Offiee and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Jarrott's office, Sea - forth. A. R. CAMPBELL, Y.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of, Toronto. All disease of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town Hall. Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Terriers. Inverness Kennels, Hensall. - MEDICAL DR. D. E. STU•IiGIS 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- ;Ftce at Dulblin, Ont. 3493 DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT. Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario. 1VIem- ber of College of 'Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office, 43 Gode- rich 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- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, •Seaforth, third Wednesday in each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 5 p.m. 68 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 90. DR. F. J. BURROWS -. Office and residence Goderich Street, east of the United Church, Seaforth.. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. HUGH H. 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 Opthalmie Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. OTic:c Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No, 5. Night calls answered from residence. Victoria Street, Seafortli. DR. E. A. McMASTER Graduate 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 27. Office fully equipped for ultra short wave electric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp treat'ments,• and Infra red electric treatments. Nurse in attend- ance. DR. G. R. COLLYER Graduate Faculty of Medicine, 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 Hensall, Ont. Phone 106. AUCTIONEERS HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialist in farm and household sales. Prices reasonable. For dates and information, write or phone Har- old Dale, phone 149, Seaforth, or ap- ply at The Expositor Office. ARTHUR WEBER 'o. Auctioneer's License Sixteen years' experience. Satisfaction guaranteed. Telephone: 18-57, Hensall. Write ARTHUR WEBER, R. R. 1, Daphwood. 0 INSURANCE THE JOHN RANKING AGENCY Insurance of all kinds. Bonds, Real Estate. tMoneyk to Loan. • Phone 91. A]tf5 A' crArentrayrr rgarrri A Tf.TA 2. fr Sl i i it44.. heDaleho FRANCIS EVERTON (Continued from last week) He had broken the spell. I leapt to my feet, and pulling down the other ere/itches, flooded the room with a rosy glow frame the shaded lamps. I relit my pipe, and perching the cat on my :shoulder, I :began to pace tth•e loom,gain. d had set out to come to some rea- soned understanding with myself as to the d'octor's innocence or guilt, and my fit of nerves conquered, I would finish my self-appointed task. 'Mien with him, how steady and kind he seemed to be -his unalterable calm, the natural -outcome of his hid- den strength. But. aevey from him, and hero alone in the -quiet of the eight., how damning the evidence a- gainst him, and how easy to revalu- ate that selfsame unalterable calm and label it , afresh ---cynical, cold- blooded, sinister, or callous! I had bo confess 'that I had not succeeded in my attempt to play the role of an impartial critic logging up a list of facts. I knew it even as I wrote my Mites. Horrible as it may sound, I had found myself longing and searching for some further pos- sible evidence against Miss Sumanee'- eon something that might incrimin- ate Annie or cook -anything, howev- er trivial and absurd, that might in some small measure relieve the doe - tor of the burden of suspicion that weighed him down, and help to take the guilt of murder further away from the members of our little party. Impartial? No, I had not been im-' partial. Whilst I had endeavored to disperse and lighten the dark shadows that were gathering ever mare close- ly round the figure Of the impassive doctor, I had eagerly sought out ev- ery evil an•d distorted possibility to place amongst my scandalous notes about the rest. And niy list of mo- tives! God save the mark, how ab- surd they all of them sounded. I had turned daar old Dalehouse, with its honest square, red face, lingo a veritable "Abode of love," honey- combed with unacknowledged love af- fairs, unrequited passions, and mur- der urging jealousies. I returned once more to my little table. However absurd, I would com- plete my analysis of the situation, I took a fresh sheet of paper and pro- ceeded to •add to the notes I had al- ready made the following list of points, which I felt had some real bearing on the problem, and yet which could not very well be allocat- ed to any particular member of the household. (a) What were e. the two small fragments of glass that Allport found in Stella's rooms -minute frag- ments that he had treasured so care- fully and that had given him so fur- iously to think? (b 1 What could have given rise to Inspector Brown's peculiar manner when he had asked me if my initials were F. H., and why on earth should he have asked me that q•uestipn so suddenly then at that time? (c) Once again, why did Allport pretend that he had found the key in Kenneth's, r.oromr? As he was a- ware that I knew of its correct hid- ing place in the doctor's pocket, did it imply, that so far as he was con- cerned, at any rate, I was considered free of suspicions? (d) Who was it who had laughed so distturbtngly in the, waiting ro•oni on the morning of my arrival. Miss Summerson had told' a lie then. Was there any conneeti'on between that and the murder? (e) Why had Allport shown• such a sudden interest in the photograph on the piano? • I felt that if telly I had the answer to some of these questions, I should at any rate have sone sort of insight into the little detective's extraordin- ary behaviour -some explanation of his reasons for leaving us to our own devioea so suddenly, whilst he fol- lowed up a clue which he admitted held out little ,or no hope of leading him to the murderer. Surely one of his assistants c•ould have chased t•hi;r' shadow, leaving him free to deal with the abs%i'ously more urgent problem that still remained unsolved here m Dalchouse. I got up and carefully examined the photograph that had aroused his sudden attention, but I could find! nothing -either suspicious or illumin- ating. le was a cabinet of Ralph'. taken, I.s'hould imagine, a couple or so of years ago. "I took ie "out of its frame as Allport had done. My guess had been correct. It was sign- ed across the hack in a rather boyish hand, and dated. I replaced it won- dering. It was an absolute mystery. IIlo had been wanting towards me af- ter his little tiff with Inspector Brown. The photograph ,had suddenly caught his eye, and some bright idea had dawned on him. He had been unable to hide his satisfaction. Inexplic- able! My notes were now complete, and I read them through, determined to tome to some sort of conclusion bas- ed on what I had written down. At length, after many trials and much crossing out, I drew up the following table: - Myself Rales Kenneth ,Doctor El:he] Margaret Miss Sum- mers071 Annie Conk The Poison Bedroom poison key Medicine key' Pdfotive T'tl. 10 2 6 10 0 27 2 3 4 2 8 14 2 8 4 0 3 12 10 10 10 8 10 48 10 6 5 10 6 36 2 8 5 0 5 15 10 10 5 0 0 1 4 10 10 0 2 3 5 10 0 26 27 20 I had to make several attempts be- fore I got the various numbers to my liking. 'For instance, if the chances that Annie had inforination about the Chinese poison were to be represent- ed by the figure three, was it just 'that the figure two should be set treading as quietly as I could, I crept down against the co le? Or should upstairs. they' not be five and Tour respective - 1y? Then I had to look back through - T my notes again to see what I htad CHAPTER XI • written down against the others, and ON THE LANDING AT MIDNIGHT perhaps alter all the figures in the with quiet stealthy tread on the column, before I reached what I coni sidered was an estimate that was fair and just to all of us. 1, of course, appreciated at onee ,hat it was only a very rough mea- sure of possibilities, that it might give me the wildest of results, and ,th-at it was entirely unjust to count up the totals in the way I had done. But it did compel nee to make detail- ed comparisons. It did give me some sort of an index figure against each member of the party. It .showed me inum•ediat.ely that The • Tundish and Ethel stood in a category apart from the rest of us in that they had a score of five or over under every head heavy carpet I attained a. position ,half -way up the flight of stairs. Not a sound had I made. Not a board had creaked. Nb movement or noise was anywhere in all the quiet house. Then with a quick catch in my breath I halted; suddenly motionless, my fears redoubled. There just abov .atd`ck up a- bove the switch and' hieing white in ;the light from the landing, was a square piece of paper similar to the one I had found in the same position only the night before when I came upstairs to bed. r I fancy, that, •somehow or other, my own stealthy movements had en - in the table. I, wast surprised• to no- gendered in me a condition, keyed up tice how 'heavily Ethel was involved. ` nd ready tuned to vibrate in �'e- Ne wonder Allport had been so per- alronse to any :sudden nervous shock, sistent in his questions. Of the rent for uncontrolled, my heart went of us, Miss Summerson, Annie, cook and rl,yself, were all roughly alike with" "a score lying between twenty and thirty, and we were alike too in that we halo no score at all under the important heading "Motive." Mar- garet, Kenneth and Ralph•were, all three, practically equal at the bottom but for each of them there was a conceivable motive. - I must have sat pondering over my notes for more than an hour, and it amused nie to wonder what the clev- er little Allport would have said of my efforts. Time had passed almost unheeded, and when the cathedral clock registered a deep -noted one, I was surprised to find that it was the half hour after midnight instead of half -past eleven as I had expected. The cat had been seated, blissfully happy, on my knee whilst I wrote, and perching him on my shoulder a- gain, I got up with a sigh, my mind quite made up that The Tundish must be guilty. No nether explanation seemed capable 'of being twisted and moulded to fit the whole of the facts. The windows were still open and I went round the room shutting them one by one. At the big French win- dow I stood for a time Looking out on the moonlit garden. Then I de- cided :to go out and s•ee if I could find any ladder near to the doctor's wing that might have been used for get- ting On to the flat roof tap. I would finish my job. I opened the window and stood for a time on the narrow asphalt path that ran round the back of the house. It was almost painfully beautiful, and I remen-her that as I stood lobk- ing at the quiet garden scene, I fell to wondering what quality it held that -filled Me with such unutterable sadness. Not a leaf was moving. A motor bicycle passed along the road at the front of the house with a suds dent roar -a splash in the pool of sil- ence. Then the ripples died awal;and all was glassy calm •once more., From the high cathedral tower what a view there must be on a night like this -first the houses of the city (huddled round the base of the hill, a study in shady blacks and steely blues as the moon's pure light picked out this old house in light and shade and played on the sloping roof of that -then for miles around, the un- dulating country side, a billowy sea of misty gray and blue. And in all the scene, I thought, city and coun- try side alike, there could be no roof 'that sheltered such unhappiness, as the roof of the old red Georgian house underneath whose shadow I stood. The •cat shill cuddling comfortably up against my neck, I walked across the lawn towards the doctor's wing. The end away from the house lay deep in the shade, but there, plain enreagh, slung across two stout iron hooks, was a short wooden ladder. It was short, but, I calculated, long en- ough to allow of any fairly active person reaching the roof and gaining access to Stella's bedroom window. I looked up at the -house. I could just make out the w'h'ite framed win- dows front the surrounding shadows. The moon rode clear between the chimneys and over the old. recljoof. Then as I watched I saw a Light shine in the window that lights the stairs between the first and second floors. Just a faint but steady glow. It came and went again as I stood won- dering what on earth it could: be. The light might have come, I de- cided, from either the first or the second landing, but ft was not t h e light I should have seen had any one switched on either of the landing lights. It was not nearly bright en- ough for that. Had some one struck a match? No, for that it was too equal and steady. 0r some one per- haps had opened the door of a lighted room, and the reflected light had giv- en that momentary steady glow to the staircase window? No, and that didn't quite meet the case either, I thought. Had it been the lig:ht from an open door, surely it would have faded away more gradually as the door was closed? Quickly, perhaps, but not with a sudden jerk like the light I had seen at the window. That had gone out with a click.-. A click! Yes, that was it. Some one had been using an electric flashlight on one or other of the landings. I returned to the warm light of the drawing room and quietly relock- ed the door. Then out into the hall, where I stood for a minute listening. Not a single sbund could I hear from the landing above. My ehildish fears - began bo crowd round me again and the dat, who was still on my shoul- der, must have caught' the feeling from me, for I felt his neck sudden- lystiffen,as we azed together g' fr up the darkened stairs. Then he jumped from may shoulder and disappeared. I switched on the landing light, and pounding and a sickening chill" went shuddering down my back. To steady myself again I had ,to grasp the hand rail. Last night just such another piece of paper to which I, nhad made my un- fortunate and imbecile addition -but Stella bead when the morning came, No possible connection between the two? Haw could there be when, in- rocene, I myself had committed the more pertinent part of the folly? And now again to -night another piece' of paper standing out clear and white against the landing wall. What did it all mean? What could it mean? Was some fresh disaster lying hid- den undiscovered just ahead? Or was it nothing t6ut another stupid joke? Put, in God's name, I asked myself, who, either sane or sober,'would per- petrate such a joke, or any joke, so soon after Stella's death and the day's events,. And if not a joke, then---? Full of apprehension I mounted the remaining stairs. It was a plain postcard, I found. with the address, "Dalehouse, Mer- chester;" printed neatly in the tap right hand corner, I had observe;] s':n' far cards standing in a case on the top of the doc'tor's desk. Across the middle of it had been pastel the words: - dark DEEDS are Done in Dalehouse at Night Just for a brief 'moment I did not quite grasp the reason for the ir- regular appearance of the message, but I soon tumbled to it, that the 'sentence had been built up by cutting out odd wordis and letters from a news- paper, and then pasting then' on to the card. A faint p•er:,•il line had been ruled to keep the warding level. A neat and careful hand had been at work. I suppose that in even the most shelte-red and uneventful lives there are some Little scenes that, for one reason or another, stand out with il- logical precision from among the million of tiny impressions that are daily -transferred from retina to brain. C",'1.' -1i memories, perhaps, that stand dut clear and unfaded by the passage of time, while the settings of life's more important crises be- come fogged and indeterminate. For me, however, there wilt always re- main an unfaded mental picture of that quiet dimly -lighted landing, the tracery of the pattern on the carpet, the shadow of the handrail on t h e stairs, the high lights and shadows en the metal of the double switch, and 'the plain white card with its om- inous little message. I have but to close my eyes • to recall each minute detail at will, and• see myself stand- ing hesitant at, the centre of the pic•- tere, miserable, and incapable of ac - lion, Since breakfast time, a century a- ro, it seemed, each long hot hour had been fraught with ;•ogre fresh horror or distress, and now fagged out, my brain refused to work -my faculties failed to function. I gazed at the c,,•rrd in stupid amazement. I felt my yes grove found and goggle. What should I do? VVhat ought I to do? Should I obey my first impulse and arouse the decisive doctor, in spite of the fact that a space of minutes only had passed since I had labelled him the logical answer to our riddle in the dark? Should I knock up Ken- neth and 'Ralph and precipitate yet another repetition of the earlier an- gry scenes? Should I ring up the pollee? Or should: I allow myself to drift, come to no decision at all, go to bed, and lock my door Each al- ternative in turn I pondered twenty times and then rejected. To go calm- ly to bed, leaving the others ignor- ant and unwarned of such an open threat against their safety was un- thinkalbl•e indeed, yet try as I might, make up my mind I could not to any other course of action. 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Lor and level it made), track of light that cut the darkened 'room in two, and crouching down against it, there was somebody kneeling. It was The Tundish. I recognized him at once in,spite o£ the dim light. The big white ,tassels at the end of, his dressing gown cord and those thin but steady hands- of his gave him away. I negotiated the remaining steps and gained the head of the flight without a sound, unless my thudding heart was really audible. Then I stood absorbed. • To his right on the. floor there lay a small electric torch. That was the light I had seen as I mounted the stairs. In the narrow path that it slashed across the sha- dows the doctor's sensitive hands were moving methodically over the carpet. He was stroking the pile this way and that, his white taper fingers ev- er probing and searching. Then he pushed the light a pace further on and repeated the process. I watched as he Moved his position half a dozen times _ter so, then from the landing beluw there ea_ me the unm'istable die- ttinctive click of .a closing dor The Tundish heard it too. "I saw him jerk, up his head to listen. His 'hands ceased their restless searching and lay quiet and still in the band of light. Whet would he do, l wonder- ed, if he thought, that there was some one awak@ and moving about on the landing beneath? What would he do if her knew that I stood there in the dark just behind him watching him at work? He switched off the electric torch, I flattened myself against the wall. "What is it, Jeffcock?" he whis- pered. "Did you hear a door shut down below?" I jumped like a frightened horse. so sudden and unexpected came the. whispered question from out of the quiet, darkened room. Not once had he turped his head or glanced in my rirect!on. The ;landing waS inky black. I could have sworn that 1 had not made a vestige of noise as I crept up the stairs to find him. Yet, not only did he know that he was be- ing watched, but he knew that it was I. Had we both been seated comfort- ably at the breakfast table, he might have questioned me as to a second helping -of bacon in jest such a cas- ual tone of voice. Astonishing and imperturbable, could nothing shake him? Did he see noth;.ag incongru- ous or bizarre in my standing there on the 'darkened landing at dead of night while he made his secret search on the floor by Stella's bed? "What on earth are y eu doing and how did you know I was there?", I asked in a shaking voice that I failed to .control. "Hais.h! Speak more quietly, man! Did you think you heard a door'shut. Come along in and close the dooii." Spice, I haye often •thought, and I must confess with not a little shame, that there could have been no better illustration of a strong man's person- ality dominating that of a man less strong. There was I with my suspic- ions all aroused -suspicion backed by e:v'idence and based on solid reason- ing -suspicions, which in spite of my instinctive liking for the doctor, would not lie dormant and disregarded -ye: he only had to whisper, "Come along in anti close the door," and I go to hint in a darkened room with,u: thought of harm or danger. One min- ute I write him down,‘murderer, the next, unhesitating, r placemy life in his bands. I find him creeping furtively about the house at night with an electric torch, and it is he who quietly asks me what I am do- ing and what it is that I want. In the dark we stood with strain- ing ears for a little time and then he opened the door and listened again at the top of the stairs. I remained alone in •the room, still troubled -as to what line of action I ought to take. Should I ^how him what I had found and tax him with having put it where I found it, or Ica matters run their" course and see what happened next? I could just make out the outline of Stella's bed. Dark deeds are done in Daleheuse at night. I still held the card in my hand. He came back to me, shutting the door carefully ,beh'ind him. He switch- ed on his flashlight again, taking care to keep the beam directed away from the window, in which the blind was undrawn. "What is it, Jeffcock? Is anything the matter, What made you came up here?" he whispered quickly. "1 heard you moving about. What were you looking for?" He he.sThated. "Look here, Jeffcock, I really an, most awfully sorry, but I can't tell you. I was merely following up a little idea of nay, own -doing a little private detective work. I believed him implicitly and at once. So much for my tabors in the drawing -roam! I showed him the revised edition of the notice. So ni'ud for my vol- uminous notes and my aibsurd little table of fatal reckoning! "What dlo you think of that?" I asked, watching his face as closely as I could; in the light of the 'electric torch. "Where did you fund it?" I bold him. He whistled softly. He held the light up close be the printed wuords. Black shadows and a small bright circle of light. A strong white hand balding a small white card, As I looked I felt my suspicions revive again. 'But directly he spoke I was reas- sured. "I don't like it," he said af- $i1 ' oar xat irr IrWce • . Atli a Utti era 'that a11' o; 'illy •tie nea4+00 0'a 00 will leave • Ainaii andi•,�zn, last -come &Oar ldawn Side .by sid.e we downstairs •togeitiheal, 'OA ply behind us there Caine 'Cher quiet dad's pad, pad, Of asi tber pair ;of felt I. putt guy band on the doctor's .arm tO•• shay him and we stood' together' bold- ing aur breath and. 'straining' to hear., Our tfoil+tower' also 'Shopped imenedli- ately; he or she. must be Standing a little way above us on the darkened. stairs. The Tundish flashed on his torch and sent its white beam search- ing up and down. Not a soul was to lot seen. All• was empty and •quiet and still. • To say that I -wa:s badly aea}•ed would be an understatement- " The unhealthy heat of the interminable day --the shack of the morning's dis- covery; -the ordeal ;of little Alltivort's inquisition; Kenneth's viol nt out - beret -these and all the other events that bad followed each tither with sxeh sinister regularity -each in turn had sapped my strength until now I stood a bundle of tortured nerves. I could have turned and fled. "Well, that beats the band," The Tundish whispered. "You did hear e steed" - "Yes, I could have sworn to it." He stint his light flashing to every corner again, then keeping it alight, we continued our interrupted descent. It cane again at once, the gentle following tread of slippered feet. My hair fairly bristled. Then to my as- tonishment I hear the doctor chuckle. He twisted round and pointed his light at.the steps immediately above hint. "There's the ghost," he, said,. pointing to the tassels at the end of. his dressing gown cord which was un-' done and dragging down the stairs' behind him. He shook with silent mirth. "What a priceless . pair of fools we are," he gasped, but I had been too much upset to enjoy the humor of the situation. Arrived on the bottom landing a- gain, he switched on the light. It was an old lamp retired from one of 1 the moms to do more humble service and it gave blit a dim and feeble ' light. It wad very quiet. "Well, here's for it," he said, "you go and rout out Kenneth and I'll attend to Ralph. I turned the handle of Kenneth's door and was not surprised to find it locked. Soon, we bath of us were knocking loudly with our fists. There was no longer need to be quiet, and the noise that we made went echoing, like a. challenge, through the silent house. Dark-deeds-are=done-fn-I)ale- h•ouse-at-night. I thumped it.ottt on Ke neth'sl' door. He was very sound asleep and I heard the doctor talking to Ralph be - Rend .,. PietgT A r e>IP Exeter Brucefzeld; • , . x trre .. 0linton Loncleslborp • .. t Blyth Belgrave .;.. Wingham 1. • ,•.Y • i, •.k s.d.. C.N.R. Three Table 'East A.M. l?,M. Goderich 6.45 2,8Q. Clinton 7.08 3:00 Seaforth 7.22 3.1S Dulblin 7.33 3,31 Mitchell ' • 7.42. 3.40. ' West Dublin 11.19 9,44 , Seaforth : • 11.34 9.57 Clinton . 11.50 10,11 Goderich 12.10 10.37 C.P.R. Time Table East • Goderich Menset McCaw Auburn Blyth , Walton McNaught Toronto • West Toronto McNaught Walton Blyth Auburn McGaw Menset Goderich A.M. 5.50 •5.55 6.04 6.11. 6.25 6.40 6.52 10.25 A.M. 7.40 11.48 12.01 12.12 12.23 12.34 12.41 12.46 fore I could wake him up. When at length he did unlock his door, I told him to slip on his dressing gown, and soon the four of us were gath- ered in a group ,under the landing light. The' two boys were full 'of quest ions,ebut The Tundish asked them to wait with what patience .they could while he roused the girls) and mace sure that tther Both were safe. (Continued next week.) =SNAPSHOT GUIL VACATION PICTURES Land or sea offers un- limited opportunities for snapshooting. WITH the arrival of really warm summer weather, beautiful trees and flowers, we begin to think in earnest about outdoor life and vaca- tions. I suppose one could go on a vacation without a camera but that would be like trying to sail a boat without a rudder. To say the least it would see„' that something impor-. tant was missing. When planning a vacation you should look forward to the snap- shots you are going to get, for on your return to home and .work, and in later years when your trips be- come fond memories, you can al- ways turn to your snapshots and en- joy your vacations over and over again. Snapshots pay dividends on your vacation in.restnments in con- tinued pleasure long after your re- turn. There is one important thing to keep in mind in vacation snapshoot- ing and that is the variety of light conditions you may encounter in your travels. Picture takingmight well be classed in four groups,- ac- cording to the exposure they need, and by adopting as a standard ex- posure for each group, one that is in- termediate between the shortest and longest thatwill make a satisfactory exposure, there will be only four ex- posures to consider and these can be memorized. These four.groups a}'e as follows: Number one: -Marine and beach scenes and extreme distant land- scapes.. Number two: -Ordinary landscapes showing the dky with the principal subject of your picture 4n the foreground. Number three: - Nearby portraits in,the open shade , by that I mean not under trees or the roof of a porch and last -shaded nearby scenes. These four groups, or classes, just about cover the different types of pictures you will want to take on your vacation. With modern -dao film and cameras, exposure problems have been greatly simplified but it is still necessary to use a little good Judgment and not expect the impos- sible from your camera. There are many types of cameras to meet every requirement of the photographer, whether he is an ama- teur or a professional, but no camera is capable of taking all types of pic- tures under all conditions. It is true that some cameras are more versa- tile than others. -•One may have an extremely fast lens which,eperniits the taking of snapshots under ad- verse lighting conditions and if it also has a fast shutter you can take pictures of subjects moving at ex- treme speeds. Other cameras have lenses and . shutters of various speeds to take pictures -and good ones -within certain limits and con- ditions. • Almost every dealer in camei`aa and photographic supplies has print- ed outdoor exposure tables giving details of exposures, eta; iif the four classes mentioned above. Ask your dealer for one 'of.these outdoor ex- posure guides and then go forth with your camera and take the kinrliof Pictures,. you'll be proud to BROW' your friends. JOHN VAN DITII.D3;ii ;. .