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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1935-08-09, Page 79 d itp • ?t, • aRld....itillk, .;*re •••:, N i : I . /0 arjetOARD ' - 03ArriSter, 6O1iej.tor,, Netarer 'Pat'11eg 134' pea:14P Nook , - .. Seaforth, Ont. • . SATS.- 8; MEM .SUcCeeding R. S. Hays lEartle*re, Solititorts, Conveyancers and -Notaries Public. Solicitors for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Dominion Bank, Seaforth. Money Ito loan. JOHN 11. BEST Barrister, ,Solicitor, Etc. 119eaforth Ontario VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic animah; 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's office, Sea - forth. A. R. CAMPBELL, V.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 galls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town Rail. Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Terriers. Inverness Kennels, 'Hensel'. MEDICAL DR. D. K STURGIS Graduate of the Faculty of Medi- cine, University of Western Ontario, and St. Joseph's Hospital, London. ember of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Phone 67. Of - Mee at • Dublin, _Ont. 30'43 DR. GILBERT C. JARROTT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, Universityof Western Ontario. Mem- 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, Exig. At Commercial atotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 5 p.m. S Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon - den. 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 Enron. 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. Office -Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence. Victoria Street, Seaforth. • DR. E. A. McMASTER 'Criminate 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 treatments, and Infra red 4electric treatments- Nurse in attend - nee. DR. G. R. COLLYER Graduate Faculty 'of Medicine, Uni- versity of WeStern Ontario. Member College of Physicians and •Surgeons ef 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 wales. Prices reasonable. 'or dates and information, write or 'fdione Har- old Dale, phone 149, Seaforth, or ap- ply at Thee Expositor Office. ARTHUR WEBER Auctioneer's License Sixteen years' experience. Satisfaction guaranteed. Telephone: Hensall. Write ARTHUR WESER, R. R. 1, Dashwood. ' INSURANCE THE JOHN RANKING AGENCY Insurance of all kinds. • Bonds, Real Estate. • Money to Loan. . . Phone 91. . SEAPORTH ONTARIO „to 41.6:.,...,„1„,g4gv0AttgoktvAge,,otkAk44. ex, a • FRANCIS EVERTON • (Continued from last week) That there was real concrete dan- ger I had no doubt, or why had All - port :brought her a bolt to fix to her door? She ,had told me that he was married, but how closely, almost in- timately, they had sat together on the bench behind the garage-paet- .ly to enable them to whisper, no eloalbt, but was it only that, or was there something more, I thought of her clear gray eyes and .brave straight • carelia.ge, and there welled up in me feelings, half ' pity, half jealousy, that should hawse told me piain/ly enough whither I was bead- ing. Oh, yee, 1 was greatly interest- ed in Mrs. Keeley-danet Player! Gray eyed fearless Janet; planted in the middle of this tragedy by that ugly little gargoyle of a man to do his dirty work. Janet, alone and fighting. against Stelia's murderer, perhaps the placid doctor. And if it were the after all, then God, how I hated him! A hundred little scenes and gestures flashed across nay • vi- sion, scenes of cold deceit and ges- tures of hypocrisy; scenes and ges- tures void of truth, killed and sucked dry of sincerity by his placid impas- sivity, like those -ghost ibeams of re- flected sunlight that .had been rifled of colour and warmth by the equally placid moon. The Tundish in the dining mem begging us to bury our ,sespielons, at Allport's inquiry, flick- ing the ash from 'the end of his cig- arette, Allport's insinuations having as little effect as water on a greasy islinict baiting Kenneth„ talking of the murderous activities of the anti- heiceinationiets with a coot effrontery •before us ,a11,, Making love to Ethel -The • Tundish, impassive and eallbus and cruel, 'with his mask of a face and twit -Ming unbetraying eyes, these and other tittle pieteres rose before My sleepless eyes. And' if it were he what chance had a girl a- gainst him! I recalled the rustling in the hedge as Janet and Ccame from our secret talk behind the garage -had some one overheard us? Was some other member of our household aware of her true identity and purpose? Stel- la poisoned one night, "Dank deeds are done, in Dalehouse al,„ night," stuck uP against the lei -Zing wall the next, a cool hand and a callous must have been the one that cut those words from the daily paper. Which of us besides th,e'd'octor would have the nerve for the venture? Fool, fool that I was; of course it was he. No wonder Janet was' afraid, for I saw a look of fear, when she heard the rustle in the hedge and realized that we night have been overheard. And now she was all alone in her room, protected, .perhaps, by nothing but a flimsy bolt. 1 jumped out of bed and opened my door. The landing Was q,uiet, no sound reached my ears. I crept long to her room and listened again outside the door. Should I knock and make sure that she was stafe? And if the others .heard me and were rous- ed, cut away any ultimate chance I might have of ,being of serlvice to her? As I hesitated, I sarw another picture of the doctor, the doctor this time, net the man. Could that be hypocrisy tolo? God! what a vacil- lating doddering fool I was -dodder- ing -doddering grass fluttering here anel, there in the fickle wind of my own imagination's making. I went miserably back to my room and tried to compose myself for such sleep as my whirling thoughts might allow me. I endeavoured to think of ord- inary homely things -of my everyday work -of Brenda, but Brendle's brown eyes turned to gray, those clear gray eyes of Janet's that had held me with their look and set my heart a -flut- ter. No doubt both my brain and ner- vous ystem were over-etrained, for hardly once in a twelvemonth is my sleep disturbed by dreams, but again as on the two previous. nights, my subconscious mental activities were pronounced enough to be registered among my' waking thoughts This time I was downon the Romney flats that lie 'between Rye and the sea. I had once spent a holiday there.. I was on a bicycle, an antiquated, heavy piece of ironmongery, pushing wear- ily along a winding road, making ev- ery yard with effort though neither wind nor hill barred progeess. I was both urgent and belated. Rye must be reached 'before dark, and already swirling wreaths of mist like slim transparent shrouds were rising from .the marshes to Meet the falling d-usk. But Rye must he reached before dark and m.y pedals clanked, Rye must be reached before dark, as they turned the rusty chain. Now when I looked down at :the road, I only saw it dim- ly through the thickening mist-nbw saw it not at all -nothing but un- dulating fleecy sheets of opaque cload. Their legs completely hidden, the cattle on the marsh lands appear- ed to float on the top of the mist like huge grotesquely sthapen ducks that floateth on a pond. Now they loomed suddenly large, now they dis- appeared, as I pushed my way along the road. Rye must -be reached ere the clock' struck again in the church on the hill.' And always the mist was Nbw it was up to my chin, now I was completely engulfed, neer my head' was clear once more, I missed the road and dithered fright- fully on the edge of the ditch. I re- gained my balance with a thrill of exquisite relief, but I could hear the preliminary .whirring of wheels, the clock was about to ,strike. Too late, too late. I had failed. I ran.full tilt into a gate across, :the road, there was a crash, and I -woke with a start. The moon had, moved round and shone full on my ,bedroom door. Too late, too late, too late, went throb- bing through my head like a dirge. .1 I gazed stupidly at the door, still 'half asleep and wondering why the reist had so quirkily lifted. But God! how I loathed' 'the moonlilght. Too late, too late -e- Janet, brave lone- ly Janet, was she safe? Toe late, what could these unaided repetitions portend'? sprang to. the door. The landing was black, and ,the moonlight through my open doorway lit it like a spot- light playing on a darkened stage. I sniffed the air, a sweet *Idly- smell greeted my nostrils. Half then I recognized it for what it was -the unhealthy enervating smell of escaping gas. Cook in her fuddled drunken state must have made some blunaer when, she turned it off down below stairs. There was no gas in the house above the basement, so it must be coming from there. I slip- ped on my dressing gow-n and hur- ried drown. When I opened the door that tops the 'basement stairs it met me in a pungent wave, I closed the door with a bang, no one could go down there in safety, that was obv- ious. There were movements on the stairs above, and I switched on the light in the hall. 'It was Janet: God bless her, how dainty she looked. The Tundish was following close at her heels, and I nearly cried out my alarm when I saw him just above her. How strange, I thought, that just those two in all the'house should. have been wakeful enough to hear. Jeffcock, we seem to take it in turn to prowl the house at night, and get caught in the act. What's amiss?" "Gas, Can't you smell it? The basement's full. We shall have to open a window -from the outside be- fore we can turn it off." • -The Abeam ran tavvarels the ilisrpen- sary, and I unbolted the front door and ran out into the night, followed by Janet: We descended the area steps, and peered in through the kit- chen window. We could see nothing. It was impossible to see. • "Here .goes," I said, kicking in a pane of glass. Slipping in my hand, I unlatched the window and threw it wide open:. The reek poured out in- to our faces and we had to, step back, to let it disperse. The Tundish ran clown the area steps, a bundle of wet towels in his arms. ",Smash in ehe other window," he zaid; "cook may be stilt' in there for all we know." I hastened to obey. By this time a policeman had entered the gate and she'd 'behind us. "Anything 'wrong here?" he queried; "I heard a win- dow smash, I thotght. Oh, gas, it? Anybody in there?" "We don't know yet!" "There!" we gaseed, together.- By the table was seated a motionless figure, arms extended on the •table, and head fallen forward on them. Al- ready the doctor was wrapping a wet towel round his nose, and the con- stable and, I hastened to follow his example. "Two of us will 'be enough," he said. "You stay here, J_effcock, to give us a hand when we get her to the window." The policeman turned on his toreh again, and. we watched them run a- cross the kitchen to the still ftguro. in the arm chair. The Tundish dart- ed first to the gas stove, then back to the woman; he and the policeman Picked her up between them and staggered to the -window. They set 'her down for, a minute on the, broad sat while they drew long . breaths ; then we lifted her out and laid her on the ground. The constable played the light on her face. . Her head and shoulders, set in the bright circle of light, made a ghastly tbla.ck-framed•picture-white 'face, biue lips, eyes half open show- ing glints of yellow ,whites. She 'looked like eome giant jellyfish, wash- ed ashore and fouling- the beach, e mass of boneless flabbinesh. The doctor knelt beside her, loos- ening her dress and placing his hand' on her, heart. "There's another flash- light on my dressing table, would one of you mind fetching it?" he said looking up quickly, his question a command; "and some ammonia from the dispensary too." Janet and I sprang to obey; I ran to the dispen- sary,she upstairs for the torch. We were .both back in a few minutes. She held the light with a steady 'hand. "Just alive," the doctor said look- ing up, "but a few minutes more--:' "A few minutes more," the police- man echoed, "and there'd 'a been an- other inquest." "There may be yet," said The fien- dish, in his pleasant conversational tones. He had unfastened her clothes and was, slapping her bare chest with the wet towels, but there was no change in the livid upturned face. He Poured ammonia on one of the towels and held it under her nose; there was no response to the treatment, "We'll have to try artificial res- piration," he said at length, "and' Mae: Kenley, can you get nie a hot bottle? 'The bottles are in the cupboard in - the bath room, and you'll find a spir- it lamp standing on the sideboard in the dining -room, better not light the gas dor here 'just yet!" Janet handed her torch to me and ran indoors. "I can take turns with you, sir," the policeman offered helpfully; "I've had this job before.?' He cast off his tunic and helmet as he spoke and rolled up his sleeves. So the grim struggle went on in the moonlight. I watched and held the torch rwhile they fought in turns for the drunken creature's life. The half-hour struck and still they work- ed on. Was 'she going to slip away, I wondered, and take with her into the great unknown whatever it was that she knew of Stella's death? But at last I heard a gasping breath. The doctor stopped and wip- ed his brow. "Close call; now what about that hot bottle?", Even as he spoke, 'Abet ran down the steps, her arms filled eyith blank- ets. We wrapped iv. the ungainly ,figure warmly, she was breathing now but still uneonshious„ The doctor still knelt by her side, 'holding her wrist in his hand. "Bet- ter ring up the hoepital, constable, and ask for the 'ambulance. She'll Want more care than we ean give her hire. Drunkenness has not improv- ed her chance of pulling through. The sooner she's there the ,better. The policeman -hurried indoors and soon I 'heard him at the telephone. I was surprised that none of the rest of our party had been roused by the banging of the basement door, the smashing of .glass, the Voices out- side and the general running to and fro. But they were all of them young end healthy, I reflected, and, the pre- vious night had been a broken one. 'The am,bulence drew up at the gate, and two attendants came in with a stretcher. They lifted' her gently and bore her away. We all dreiw a breath of relief as the car slid smoothly dow'ri the road. The eonstable resumed his tunic. Drunken old beast," he said, "she'll pull through., you see if she - don't, and if 'she'd bin a good woman with a loving Jushand and three or four •nice little kids, she'd 'a conked out. -That's the way it is, '4r sort takes a lot o' killing. Well, sir, I'd 'better take a look round, then I must write up my report and be off." Janet ran down the steps as he spoke. "Come ,in and have some tea before you g�, 'I've just made some in the dining -room." So we went in and sat at the big table. Janet had made the tea .with Ethel's spina, lamp and had hunted up a tin of biscuits. Never was a midnight snack more welcome. But what a strangelyF assorted little - group it was. The policeman, solid and comfortable in appearance, but amusingly ill at east, fingering a note -book iwthieh. he had extracted from the inner recesses of his tunic -what were the thoughts, I wonder- ed, slowly penetrating the brain be- hind his. good-tempered- face, as he thanked Janet awkwardly for his bia- cuite and his tea! Janet, ah Janet, how piquant and dainty you looked ano what a contrast to that other horrible figure on which my gaze had been concentrated• for the last half-hour or more; Janet might have been a lifelong inmate of the house and our tea an afternoon' affair • of gossip, maid attended and cake -stand ,beflanked, so easily and pleasantly she chattea: But what were your - thoughts, Janet, as you asked the doctor with a smile if his tea was as he liked it? The Tundish! If his thoughts could have been read, how eagerlyI should have scanned the page, expecting to read of devil -driv- en treachery or heroic unselfish op- timism, I know not which. And my- self, distrusting the doctor and liking him at once, tolerant of the blue - coated limb of the law, wishing them betli in Hades., Dalehouse and its re- current gruesome happenings a thing 'of the past, and Janet and I alone to- gether in some sheltered peat -scent- ed nook on the moors where I might hope to stir in her an answering thrill to my own! The constable set down. his cup and rose. "Thank you', miss," he said, "that's done me a power o' good. And now I must have a look round and get tack to my beat." We went down to the basement with him. Janet had set all the door wide open while we had been working over cook, and the atmos- phere was breathableonce more. "Was the kitchen door shut, miss?" "Yes, and the door. into the scul- lery too." • • We entered the kitchen. There was a kettle on the gas -stove, on the table an empty glass, and beside it 'an overturned whisky bottle. It *as empty, except for a few drops, and the tablecloth was stained and wet where whisky' had been upset. That was the tap that was turned on," said the doctor, pointing out the one leading to the ring under the ket- tle. "Good think you'd "electric light down here," the policeman remarked. "If she'd 'a had gas alight there'd 'a bin a fine old bust up." Ile wrote up his notes laboriously, took my ;Arne and Janet's, and went to th,e 'open window where -he paused, his hand on the sill, to say, "No need to bother about all these windows and doors bein' open -the place can do with a bit more air -,me an' my mate will see as it's all right. I hope you won't be 'avin' no more disturbance, sir. Good -night" The policeman having departed to tomplete his night's vigil, the doctor picked up the wet towels, whisky bot- tle and glass • and we went upstairs to the hall. here we paused to look at one ahother. "Well, 'Mrs. Kenley," The Tundish said quietly, "what do you think of the household you have come to? Pretty • lot, aren't we? Seriously, though, I am, very sorry that you have been le,t in for this; it was bad enough before." Janet smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "Oh, never mind me. I'm used to a stirring life," 'She glanced at her wrist watch, "Not half -past three yet, there's time for eleep still, and look, it's. getting light already." We went to the open door. another day was spreading fast, already the east was .growing Vale and putting out the last pale stars. A little breeze blew in ruffling our hair, and the birds were sleepily tuning the first shy notes of their morning song. What- ever this newborn day might 'have in store for us, the 'black hours of an - .•• Ati0 Pr(PlAg9-44 , 'Ong% "MrglAli" 101 TiTidit 1243 °We 1104 [better tzarist in at get What; sleep we gam Pli just ecrib le a note for Annie explaining matters, or else, poor gitl, she will .geta hock in the, morning?' IHe J.weit back to the Consulting room, taking the towels and the bot- tle and glass along with 'hint For a few brief moments Janet and I were alone. "Are you all right?" I asked anx- iously. "Quite. Why shouldn't I 'be?" She smiled at my face of concern. "Oh, I don't know,, but I felt wor- ried about you before I went off to sleep hilt night. I didn't like to think of you alone. I wish my room were next to yours." just as well that I had a bolt; Mr.Jeffeack, for when I went to lock the_ door, I found that the key had disappeared! I am quite certain it was there this afternoon." "Look here, I shan't go to bed. I'll pretend to, and then come back and lie down in the drawing room with the door open." "No, please, Mr. Jeffcock, I don't want you to do anything that might call for comment. I Isbell be perfect- ly safe. No one will very easily get past that bolt, and I have a revolver with me as well. Ifere'S Dr. Wallace coming back. ,Please don't fuss.' The doctor came hack holding a note addreased to Annie which he placed on the hall table. "Now for bed," he said. We went upstairs side by side. The (lector disappeared into his rcoin, Janet into hers. I lingered outside my door until I heard her bolt shot home, then 1 turned the key in my door, undressed, and tumbled into bed. CHAPTER XIV A BIRD -BATH AND AN INQUEST In spite of my succession of brok- en nights woke shortly after seven and I got up as. soon as Anrtie knock. ed at my door. No one was aibout when I nrade my way to the bath- room; the cans of hot water were still doing sentfy duty outside the bedroom doors. 1 bathed and shaved at leisure and sauntered downstairs to find the breakfast table being set, Annie .hurrying to and fro. She spoke to me at once about the accident to cook. "Have you heard what's 'been hap- pening in the night, sir? The doc- tor left a note on the table to say as how cook's been taken ill and has had to be set to the hospital. Such goings on there must have been, the kitchen windows smashed, and the doors standing wide open when I come down this morning. I don't know what we're ail coming to, I'm sure. Do you know what it's all a- bout, air?" • ."Ah, you must sleep very soundly, Annie," I answered. 'Tell me ,now, what was cock doing when you went' -upstairs to bed last night?" "Me, sir? I'm sure I couldn't tell you, sir. I kept awayfrom, the kit- chen, I did. There's' all my washing- up to do yet, but I wasn't going near cook as she was, last night if I could help it, and when I'd cleared away I went and ,sat by myself in the work room." nie"?Ari, d where was cook then, An - "She was in the kitchen, sir. I lock- ed the back door and fastened all the windows except the kitchen window before I went to bed, but I never heard her come upstairs at alle.What was it broke the window, sir?" "She never Went to bed at all, An- nie. She must have been too far gone to get upstairs, and apparently she turned on the gas at the stove and then forgot to light it, and near- ly paid the penalty." I told her ex- actly what had taken place during the early hours of the naorning, but I could get no useful information in return. Annie had not gone into the kitchen and could' net tell me any- thing of cook's condition ;when she went upstairs to bed. "My -goodness, sir, we might all have been exploded up in our beds. I told Miss Ethel it wasn't safe to have her about the house," was An- nie's comment, and she, added rather maliciously, "she won't get none of ner whisky in, hospital." "No Annie, you may be quite cer- tain of that." "An& my kitchen 'isn't half in a mess with broken glass all over the ;loon You don't know what became of the ta,h1e-cl,otle do you, sir?" "The table -cloth, Annie?" "Yes, sir, 1 can't find it nowhere this morning," Now, 1 remembered quite definite- ly that the cloth, a red one, was on the table when Janet and I had left the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. I remembered the large wet patch where the whisky had been upset. The Tundish had taken away the 'bottle and the glass, and had left us two talking alone together. The cloth was there then, and now, only a few hours later, it•had disappeared. Clearly, either the doctor must have come back and annexed it, or the po- lice had taken advantage of the open windows to return after we had gone to bed. It occurred to me that it had been a rather strange suggestion to make, that we should leave the window open. In either case it was interesting, and made me begin to wonder whether the accident to cook had been an accident at all. Poor besotted Cook sitting drink- ing alone in the dark basement kit- chen, slowly drinking herself ' to death, while all the time that mare rapid certain death was swirling rcund her in the poisoned air. I pic- tured her pitching forward in the dark. In the dark -7 Then it suddenly struck me hew strange it was that she should 'have been sit- ting there alone without any light, and ney doubt about it being an acci- dent became a certainty that it was rot. "You're sure that it isn't there, Annie? You've looked everywhere, I suppose?" "It isn't in either the kitchen or the scullery, sir." I was puzzled, and decided to tell Janet about it at the first opportun- ity. Breakfast was not yet ready @4•4'' 014. :oil'tjc 13:16vr,IT014' thee 11-4r4. Petriftgla 'had' been. outon- so*e. 4 neetion with our .MY0t.e*.••.' every EPOir of 104r$,,T 4i0 (there na'ast come .8.011.10 '"V they quite -sudderay zaalipe growing interest in eaeh Otherr'and I know that it Was as Janet miove4 the few short paces across tite.:-M4 of the doctor's wing that I realised that I was head over heels in dove, She looked so solemn sind reliable ad' she came in through the door, ge utterly dependable and brave. She scanned the garden towards the gar- age, apparently to make sure that her return had been unobserved, a little smile flickering .across her ser - ions face, as though half amused at her own precaution. It was not un- til she reached the corner of the Wing that she saw me, and it was then at that 'instant that I knew with an ab- stolkute assurance' that she was. the one and only :woman in the world for me. Had an angel with wings saila, down from the cathedral tower and led her to me, sayinig, "(Mr. Jeffeoclk, allow me to introduce you to your wife," I could not have been more sure about the matter. Laughing, because she had not seen me before, she came forwardto greet me, and My uneasythoughts of whis- ky stained, red table -cloths that mys- teriously vanished in the night, van- is.hed too, and I could have cried out aloud, "Oh, you darling, you darling, what have you done?" But instead, -I stood awkrward and silent, thrilled with the realization of her nearness and her morning beauty.' "You caught -me," she laughed. Prilave I?" 1 whispered back and I think that she must have felt that • my words might hold some double meaning„for we stood looking at each other, her eyes meeting mine -un- flinching, appraising, her level brows a little arched-puzzleeizumd , wholly adorable. "Please don't tell any one" "It shall be our special secret," I replied. She turned and ran to the._house, and 1 lounged prOthe sunny garden., my pulses pleasantly a -throb, drink- ing in the morning freshness that seemed to reflect and emphasize the joy of my uplifting discovery. At the far end 'and in the corner away from the garage, there is a lit- tle rose garden, enclosed on two sides by a sturdy hedge of wild' white rose, and on two by the mellow red brick walls, --a diminutive but formal square, .of lawn with a rose bed in each cor- ner -a little place of peace and sanc- tuary ,to which I naturally turned. An archway gives entry through the white rose hedge and I passed through it musing ha,ppily-yes, happily, in spite of all the horrors of the week -ifor it seemed that for me the dark- ness might lift to a golden dawn. In one of the corner beds grew a love- ly large white rose and I stooped to examine one of the buds, a tthing of perfect beauty, the outer petals curl- ing back to show the heart -layer on layer of closely folded purity. Then just behind me I heard a tiny splash, and I turned quickly to learn the cause. I had been looking at beau- ty and thinking of love, whilst be- hind me the lawn was a little place c.f broken hopes and death. Dead birds lay scattered over the little square; sparrows mostly, but a robin with its vivid breast, and a cock blackbird with its gay orange ' it's.ttite SPADINA AVE..&C.OLLEGF• TO-RONTO beak were the,re as evallee all lay stiffly on thszkAr , their little clarws gagioti4411**04, ed, for all the world as! them had been taken from Borne 4 ;Mat's show -ease and scattered Oaten "the grass. Under the Ethel's tabby Tom, stark and stilt a.': half -eaten sparrow between. ids' 'ark.' stretched paws. (Continued next week.) London and Winghaiti South Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall Exeter North Exeter Hensel' Kippen . ......... Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingliam P.M. 1.56 2.11 2.23 2.30 8.08 .3.17 3.3,5 3.41 3.55 , A.M. 10.42 10.55 11.01 11.09 11.54 12.10 12.19 12.80 12.50 C.N.R. Time Table East A.M. P.M. 6.45 2.80 7.08 3.00 7.22 3.18 7.33 3.31 7.42 3:43 Goderich Clinton Seaforth Dublin Mitchell ....... West Dublin Seaforth Clinton Goderich 11.19 9.44 11.34 9.57 11.50 10.11 12.10' 10.87 C.P.R. Time Table East Goderich Menset McGaw. ... Auburn Blyth Walton MeNaught Toronto West 5.51 5.55 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.41 6.52 10.25 A.M. Toronto e. 7.40 MeNaught 11.48 Walton 12.01 Blyth ' 12.12 Auburn . 12.23 McGaw , 12.84 Menset 12.41 Goderich • • 12.46 c4lleSNAPS140T CUIL Watch Your Perspective WHAT would your girl friend or " wife say if you made your ap- pearance with her picture after the Sunday outing, showing her with enormous feet Such as those in the picture to the left? War would probably be declared when you made the familiar state- ment, "Well, dear, the camera never lies." But the truth is that the cam- era didn't lie,for it caught just what the lens saw. Evidently the amateur who took this picture held the camera quite low, and proba,bly less than three feet,from the two feet of the attrac- tive young lady. Her head and shoul- ders were at the right distance from the camera to give good perspective but her feet were perhaps thirtysir inches nearer the lens. Perspective in a picture is deter- mined by the point of view from which the lens makes the picture, so after all the camera did not tell a lit - "Distortion is pos- sible if you want it (left) or It can easily be avoided" KlanaFrreal tie white lie, but portrayed exactly what it saw and just about what the eye would see if one looked at the subject from the same point of view. True, this is a much exaggerated example of bad perspective, but in making portraits, orindeed, "close- ups" of any 'object, we should be careful to see that no part of the sub- Ject is very much nearer the camera than the rest. • 1e making portraits we are some- times likely to permit our subject to place .a hand well forward on the arm of the chair. if working within three or four feet from your subject the hand will appear abnormally large. Better have,. the hands in the lap in a natural riositlon and close to the body, with most of the fingers folded under. Now you should know how and how not to get distortion in your por- traits so let your conscience be your JOHN VAN GUILDER. . .•