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The Huron Expositor, 1945-09-07, Page 7A 7419gcirti ( elfin T aye' Tele bone 174, K. L MeLEAN 13arrlster, Soljcitor, Etc, SFA1'QRTH - OMARIO Branch Office -- Iensall Sensori Seaferth Phone 113 Phone 173 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. McMASTER, ,M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto The 'Clinic is fully equipped with complete and modern X-ray and other up4o-date diagnostic and therapeutics equipment. Dr. P. J. R. Forster, Specialist in diseases of the ear, eye, nose and throat, will be at the Clinic the first Tuesday in every month from 3 to 5 p.m. Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held en the second and last Thursday' in every month from 1 to 2 p.m. JOHN A. GORWILL, B.A., M.D. - Physician and Surgeon IN DR. H. H. ROSS' OFFICE Phones: Office 5-W Res. 5-J Seafonth, MARTIN W.'STAPLETON,"B.A.; M.D. Physician and Surgeon Successor to Dr. W. C. Sproat Phone 90-W - Seaforth • 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- pital, London, Eng. At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m. to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic 4irst Tuesday of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. AUCTIONEERS „ HHl'ROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed. For information, etc., write or phone HAROLD JACKSON, 14 on 661, Sea - forth; R.R. 4, Seaforth. W. S. O'NEIL; DENFIELD If yon 'lfant to realize greater re- turns from your auction "sales of live stock and farm equipment, ask 'those who know and have heard me. Fif- teen years' experience. Sales con- ducted anywhere. For sale dates, Phone 28-7, Granton, at my expense. 39794f LONDON and CLINTON NORTH A.M. London, Lv. 9.00 - Exeter 10.17 Hensall 10.34 Kippen 10.43 Brucefield 10.55 Clinton, Ar. 11.20 SOUTH Clinton, Lv. Brucefleld Kippen Bengali. Exeter London, Ar: P.M. 3.10 3.32 3.44 3.53 4.10 5.25 C.N.R. TIME TABLE EAST G•odericb Holmesvllle .......... Clinton Seaforth St. Columban Dublin Mitchell WEST Mitchell Dublin St. Columban Seaforth Clinton Goderich A.M. 6.15 6.31 6.43 6.59 7.05 7.12 7.25 11.27 11.37 11.40 11.51 12.04 12.35 P.M. 2.30 2.50 3.13 3.21 8.27 3.35 3.47 10.33 10.44 10.56 11.10 11.35 C.P.R. TIME TABLE EAST 'Goderieh illeneset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught ..... Toronto .... 'Toronto McNaught WB1.din 0110 *c'Glaw Mrbfeset �c�leric� WEST P.M. 4.35 4.40 4.49 4.58 6.09 5.21 5.32 9.45 A.M. 8.20 P.M 12.04 12.15 28 2.419 12.47 12,54 1.00 (Continued from .last week) Perhaps .after all the music of Aglipogue's violin did move them; perhaps it was only that th0y had dined too well; perhaps because the company was so small that twice men found themselves dancing ,with their own wives; for any, or all, or none of these reasons, they tired of danc- ing early and were ready for Angela's much -advertised "show. Terry had been dancing with Ruth and she knew that there was some- thing that he wanted to say to her. She guessed that irt, -was something about Gloria, but she did not want to talk to Terry about Gloria. He could not' understand and she regretted that she had tried to make him Iin- •derstand. She could not discuss Glor- ia with any one, not even Terry. She knew what she had to do and her whole mind was set on that. •If she talked to Terry' his lack of kaith would weaken her purpose. She left him now, abruptly, ignoring the look of reproach in his eyes, and walked beside Professor Pendragon, who was moving slowly on his crutches, a lit- tle 'behind the others. She meant to stay close beside him through the rest of the night. In the room that had been the scene of the, children's party that afternoon a stage had been put up - a low platform covered with a black velvet carpet and divided in, half by a black curtain on which the signs of the Zodiac were embroidered in angered Bah that when she closed her eyes she forgot the singer and could understand how Gloria might marry and even love the possessor of this voice.. Aglipogue always maintained that the war had ruined his career... He had an opera engagement in Ger- many in 1914, and when the war came he could not go to fill it. So hp had remained in the States, and his amazing versatility had enabled him to earn a living as an artist. Now the end of the war had opened new opportunities and he was going to South America . in concert work. Ruth had never quite believed his boasting. She did not think that any man's work could be bigger than him- self -that any artist ° could express something bigger than that contain - sed in his own soul; and the soul of Prince Aglipogue was a weak, cow- ardly, hateful thing. Yet his voice moved her, attracted and repelled, cast a spell over her, exotic, fascin- ating, yet sinister as if the music were only a prelude to the' wicked necromancy of the Hindoo that was to follow. • The voice ceased, and Prince Agli- pogue, alone of all the 'Company un- moved by his own voice, resumed his place at Gloria's side. For a brief breathing minute rad one moved. John Peyton -Russell seemed to have forgot- ten his cue. ..Then he rose and told them 'that the real surprise was to come, an exhibition of magic by Kar - gold thread. The Christmas tree was; kotaka,.. a famous Indian Mahatma. It still in the room, but unlighted and shoved away into an obscure corner. To Ruth it looked pitiful, like an old man, Father Christmas perhaps, who sat back watc'hing with sorrowful yes the un -Christmas -like amuse- nts of modern humanity. There was no piano on the stage. For a woman who was herself "unmusical," Angela had more pianos in her house than any one in the world, Ruth de- cided. In a semicircle, stage, chairs had here the company with much more or less witty com- ment about what they might expect from behind the mysterious. curtain. Behind them was another row of chairs, which, carrying out Mr. Pey- ton -Russell's "lord of the manor" pose the household servants had 'been in- vited to occupy. They came, with quiet curiosity, one or two of the maids stifiling yawns that led Ruth to suspect they would much rather have gone to bed. The semi -circular arrangement of the chairs made those at the ends' of the row much closer to the stage than those in the centre. On one of these end. .chairs sat Professor Pen- dragon. his crutches ,resting beside him on the floor, and next to him sat Ruth. Then came some of the dinner guests, the other house guests, in- cluding Gloria anti' Prince Aglipogue being at the farther end of the row; the room was dimly lighted and •the stage itself had only one light, a ghostly green lamp, seemingly sus- pended in the middle of the black curtain, in the shape of a waning moon. Instinctively voices were hush- ed and people talked to each other in whispers. Only Ruth and Professor Pendragon did not speak. She could not know of what he was thinking, 'but she knew that in herself thought was suspended. She sat watching her hand, clasping the tiny revolver con- cealed in her girdle. John Peyton -Russell then announc- ed that Miss Gilchrist (if she had a Christian name no one ever heard it) had consented to recite some of. her own poems. Th,e relaxation of the company, almost, visible, was half dis- appointment, half relief. The stage set had led them to expect something unusual, and they, were only going to be bored. Miss Gilchrist seated herself at the piano, on which she accompanied her- self. Ruth did not know if her words were as bad as her music, for she did not understand them, and from certain whispered comments `she knew that no one else did, with the possible exception of Miss -Gilchrist herself. Some very close oto the been placed, and seated themselves, one else - a pretty young thing with a "parlour voice," sang an old English Christmas carol that sounded like sacrilege. Then Prince Aglipogue sang. Ruth never hated him so much as When he sang be- cause then as at no other time he created the illusion of an understand- ing soul. His painting was obvious trickery; his violin playing of a qual- ity that did notdiscredit the compos- er, for he bad been trained to a .par- rot -like perfection; but when he sang he created the illusion of greatness - Purcell, Brahms, Richard. Strauss -it did not matter whose music he sang; one felt that he understood,. and it ;X was the first time that Ruth had ever heard George's Hindoo name and she suspected that it was no more his real name than was George. She thought she' remembered an Indian story in which a'`certain Karkotaka figured as king of the serpents, a sort of demi-god. All eyes 'were on the dark curtain now, but if they expected it to rise or to be drawn aside they were dis- appointed. Instead, it parted sil- ently and Karkotaka, George, glided through, dressed not in 'the costume of a Brahman, but of a medieval prince of India. Instead of a turban he wore a high jewelled headdress. A single ,piece of cloth, dark blue in color and gemmed with small gold stars, was draped about him, leaving one arm and shoulder bare, and des- cending to his..feet, which were en- cased in jewelled sandals. Even Ruth, who had expected something extraordinary, gasped as he stood bowing before them. The dignity that had shown even .4hrough his serv- ant's dress was now one hundred times more apparent. He moved with a lithe grace as became the king of the serpents, 'slowly moving, his bare bronze arms until it seemed to Ruth they 'coiled and writhed like living snakes. Under his headdress his eyes gleamed more brightly than the jew- els above. He had come upon the stage with nothing in his hands, and except for the piano it was empty, ceetainly empty of all • the paraphernalia of legerdemain. Then, suddenly he held in hishand a small brass bowl. He made a sign to some one in the back of the room, who had evidently been detailed to help him, and a servant gave him a carafe of ice water. This he set clown beside the bowl. Then he offered the .bowl to the spectators for examination. Ruth noticed that he was so close to them that it was not even necessary to step down from the low stage. Two or three men who "Never saw a tack yet I couldn t see through" examined the bowl with skeptical eyes and pronounced it quite ordinary. Then George poured ice water from the carafe into the bowl and again offered it for inspec- tion. Several people touched it with their hands and pronounced the wa- ter with which it was quite filled to be ice cold. Then George set the bowl down before him and covered it with a small silk handkerchief. He waved bis hands over it three times, removed the handkerchief, and they saw steam rising from the ice water. Again George offered the bowl for in- spection. Terry dipped his fingers in- to the water and as quickly removed them with an exclamation , of 'pain. The water was almost too bot to touch. Then from nowhere appeared the little moundof sand and watering pot indispensable to any self-respecting Indian fakir. Several people whis- pered, "The mango tree -that's an old one." Throughout George had not spoken one word. He seemed to be unconscious of his audience except when he asked them to examine something. To Ruth there seemed in his studied •leisure a conscious' effort to disguise haste. He bent now over the Sand, .pouring water on it and pressing it tip into a little hillock of rrdud; their he covered it with a cloth, ,beneath whxich- 'hte. hands were still busy. Then he moved away and seem- ed to be muttering Pharms. When he returned and removed the cloth there was the little mango sprout with its two leathery leaves. Again the plant was covered, next time to appear sev- eral inches tall with more leaves, and so on until it had reached a height of more than a foot. It was all -very wonderful, as was also the fountain of water that sprang from the tip of his index fin- ger, until he iseemed to chide it, whereupon it disappeared from his hand and was seen spouting from the top of the, piano. Dissatisfied, he lit a candle ank calling to the water,. made it spring gom the candle flame'. itself. Then he called again, spread out his arms, and the stream, leaving the still lighted candle, separated and sprang from his five outspread finger- tips. In an ordinary music hall the peo- ple who watched, would doubtless have conceded that it was clever, but here in an ordinary drawing -room in an ordinary country house in the Berkshires on Christmas Eve, the performance became something more than legerdemain. It bordered on the supernatural and they sat silent and fascinated. - Suddenly with an annoyed gesture he threw up his hands, apparently throwing off the water, which instan- taneously began to' flow in myriad streams from his' headdress, remind- ing Ruth of Shiva, who, with his hair, separated the flow of the sacred riv- er when it came down from the Him- alayas. George removed his head- dress, disclosing a close white turban beneath, and the flow of the fountain died as unceremoniously as it had be- gun. The servant who was standing nearby waiting for his signal now handed George an ordinary walking stick, which George silently offered for inspection. After some examine tion it was agreed that it was a very ordinary walking stick indeed. George whirled it about -his head and drop- ped it before his feet -it was a writh- ing snake. Several women scream- ed.- -Fountains were pretty, but they were in no mood for snakes, George picked up the snake aigain and whirl- ed it around his .head. It was an ordinary walking, stick, though the man hesitated to re-examine it for proof. George balanced the stick on his finger, holding his arm out straight before him, and it began to writhe and twist, a snake with open, hissibg mouth and darting tongue. He drop ped it -the same women screamed again, then laughed '.hysterically as they saw the common piece of wood before them, "Thie sort of thing is all very well from .a distance, but I don't really care for snakes at such close quar- ters," Ruth heard some one whisper. Ruth glanced at Professor Pendra- gon beside her,' but his 'eyes were fixed on George. There was an eager light in his eyes as ifhe, too, were waiting, and his firm set lips were curved in a smile. Again her hand sought Terry's gift. if all these peo- ple here were the victims of hypno- tic illusions, she at least must keep one corner of her brain free and un- touched. Pe.ndragon's presence there was proof that he had decided to fight, and she must help him. In the semi -darkness of the room she could not see Gloria, but she heard her laughter' like thin bells over snow- covered hills -it seemed to echo round the room, and she fancied that George, bending over the task of clearing away the things with which he had been working, winced as he heard it, as if the frost of her mirth had bitten into his heart. The stage was all clear again now, and he bowed deep'( r, before them three times. There was a restless movement among the Watchers. Per- haps they thought this was the end, but' Ruth waited, . her heart high up in her throat and standing still with fear that she would somehow fail to do the thing she had decided upon. George moved slowly backward to- ward the curtain and parted it with his two hands, still facing them. Then reaching back he grasped a heavy ob- ject behind him and dragged it into the centre of the stage, the curtains closing behind him. He stood back now and they could see what looked like a large ebony chest. He knelt before it, and Ruth could see that there was more of reverence than utility in his attitude, as he lifted the deep lid that seemed to divide the chest in half. Before her eyes sTie saw forming the altar she had twice seen before. The side of the lifted top made a Wide platform. It was there that 'It' wo1fl ii'e, _ From a eoMpartmeiit £ n rte'' lifted half he pw�>a»-takes ai asYlBt) heat ; SeFeaanixlg.' 9Udi ; naraf llt Ch4e b l l n al h 11e'' Ran?p: "f;rum `"�lxitt� prl tide inti' QdQrelle si1#r`.ats batt to visa, link►e si'lweut 4Q1, with the iusidto•sHrtmne old ,idol- atry: or a 'moznemt •the 'mope- see la: ed to 'shad her eyes. Then ,she e.aw CHAPTER XVII A sigh, more like Aa. gasp, ran. through the room -from nowhere ap- paiently, by some trick of slight of hand, by some optical illusion, by some power of hypnosis; they all saw a huge snake coiled . on • top of what had been an ebony chest, but was now an altar, and before it knelt a priest whose last incarnation had surely been .thousands of years be- fore kind Buddha came to bless or. curse the world with his doctrine of annihilation( Then the coiled mass began to m4e-its head was raised and they could see its cold, glittering eyes; it seemed to be swaying as Karkotaka swayed in time' to the chant. The clouds of incense grew thicker and they could scarcely see each other's faces had they looked,,but their eyes were held by the tableau on the stage, the kneeling, swaying, chant- ing priest and the reptile that sway- ed in response. Ever higher and higher reared the evil head, swaying always further and further toward the end of the semi -circle at which Ruth aid Pendragon were sitting. Ruth sensed his presence at her side and knew the tenseness 'of his waiting, but she dared not turn her eyes. to; ward him for one moment. Higher and higher rose the chant until with a swift movement and a shout Kar- kctaka stood upon his feet. In the same moment the snake reared to its full height, hissing with open mouth toward them. In that instant Ruth shot. In the confusion she was con- cious of thinking that she must have hit the snake right between the eyes, for it fell to the floor with scarcely a movement, and George stood, staring stupidly down at it. Everyone was on their feet -every- one speaking at once, though she could not understand what they said. She could only stare at the revolver in her hand. It all happened in such a swift moment -then her head was clear -Gloria had fainted -they were trying to give her air. Some one of the bewildered, frightened servants turned on the lights. Pro- fessor Pendragon strode past her, and though Ruth saw the smoking revol- ver in his hand, it carried no message to her brain. Thrusting aside Prince Aglipogue, who was' kneeling futile- ly over Gloria, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out, and in the general excitement no one thought to Wonder at his miraculous• cure. Angela had followed Pendra- gon, but Ruth with the others stood gazing at the horrible enchantment. "Who did it? -who shot the thing?" she heard some one ask. "I did." She held up her revolver. "I 'kilted it." "Let me see." It was Terry stand- ing beside her. He took the revolver from her, hands. "Sorry, Ruth, but I'm afraid you didn't. It. was Pendragon. I was watching him and saw him aim and fire. It was a splendid shot even for an expert and at such short range, for the filthy brute was moving and he hit it right between the eyes. You see, child-" he opened the revolver for her to look -"there hasn't been a single shot fired from your gun." "Oh, I'm so glad." And then, though she had never done anything so mid=Victorian in her life before, she swayed and for 'the smallest fraction of a second lost consciousness, then woke to the re- alization that Terry was supporting her and straightened up with protes- tations that she was all right.,... "But why did you, why did he do it? We were going to see something quite wonderful -I think the Indian snake dances are-" It was Miss Gilchrist, but no one had to answer her• for Mr. Peyton - Russell came in ,just then to tell them that Miss Mayfield was quite all right. "Angela's going to stay with her for a while, but if any of you don't feel that your nerves are quite ready for bed, come on clown to the billiard room. There's a little drink - real, old-fashioned hot Scotch, waiting for you." He was trying hard to be the im- perturbable jovial host and perhaps he succeeded for there was a general exodus, Terry looked questioningly at Ruth. ' She shook her head. She wanted abovd everything to get away from them. They would sit over their drinks and gossip discreetly -discuss George, why Pendragon had killed the snake, his sudden return to 'health, his usurpation of Aglipogue's place at Gloria' side. She had not killed the snake but she had gone throlfgh all the nervous strain of pre- paring to kill it --of thinking slie had killed it and she was vet`p "tired, Terry walked with her as far as 2 �cl,Yta.,yyW.>��,,,ttyy*fi • 44131 buttpf •;rap�pt Srife to*e h$r dry #lu$ dger<ty, p1: in ? i`t�r xvlTtLl' two, vpi; add sugaig3•u `1Jg;;ti,P P�r'o,p ofia t1tJt?,'; cup, unbeaten„ 44d• ,i'.ogd(k icy "toKd' Rii WW:'. A urgd board, ebape 094, , pint oA e lxf •' I5eaPdFutppP19941#04400400✓in. parau •rawdantodouaii amnia 40,a',)ttt radar and naatgtbu, and dot with hotter, tpjxed' •''' sub thus kR 1te pts• portion of two ow. sugar is 9i4PgM Bake at 40014 Z0: minutes, • • 1G"!lNIAD is the staircase. "Tomorrow," he said, but she not khow what he meant. Yet slept that night. She was in that state of weariness meatal and physi- cal in which ,one stretches out like a cat, feeling the cool, clean linen like a caress and thanking God for the greatest blessing in all this tired world -sleep. She woke late with a sense of hap- piness and relief even before site was sufficiently conscious to remember the events of the past night. It was a wonderful Christmas day -sunshiny and bright. She lay quietly thinking, looking at the holly wreaths at .her windows and 'watching some snow birds on her sill. She wished lazily that she had same crumbs to feed them. She felt very' young, almost like a child. It would be nice to be a child again, to get up and explore the contents of a stocking' hung be- fore the chimney place in the living room of a Middle West home. She thought of her mother, as one inevit- ably thinks of ,the dead on days of home gathering, and soft tears filled her eyes. She answered a discreet knock' on the door and a maid entered with a tray. It was the gossipy maid of her first day. How she knew that she was awake Ruth could not guess. "I thought you'd rather have break- fast in bed this morning, Miss," and then as an afterthought, "Merry Christmas, Miss." "Merry Christmas- Itis, a Merry Christmas after all, and I would like breakfast in bed, though it makes me feel awfully lazy. How did you think., of it?" "The mistress left orders last night • 1, but I'd thought of it ax► did what we all went t%xa she i night-" She shook her head and oOxn.Ise ed her lips solemnly. Ruth IOCl at her, walling to be inter4s't4 anything or anybody; She eoixlt :Ij have' been much older than Rut** self, but hard work and a tofu composed of much false hair'; su mounted by a preposterously JIMA,ll maid's cap, made her seem much;?plore mature. As Ruth did not answer she went on;, "Such goings on - it's a wonder we're all alive to tell of it." "Then you didn't ;like .the- slice?'' asked Ruth. - "Such things ain t Ciirtstian,, ea-::.: pedally on the Lord's 'birthday. ,Tell; me, Miss, was it you killed it -some said it was you and some said it was the poor, paralyzed. gentleman, who. was cured so miraculous like." "It was' Professor Pendragon. Have you seen him today?' "Indeed, we've all seen him. .He'e walking round all over the place, and hes give ev-er-eyservant in the house a five dollar gold piece!" (Continued Next Week) VERY SIMPLE It is very simple- to keep the chil- dren out from underfoot when you are busy canning, provide them with games outside. The simple one that tiny children love is made of tW) large firm blocks of wood with a plank laid on them, like a long low bench. Another plank is placed from, the ground up to the first plank. They will walk up and down this board walk endlessly. qkeS.NAPJQJ GUIE. LIFE IN LANDSCAPES Nearby foreground subjects, such as the cows in the picture above, help to add depth to landscape pictures. PHOTOGRAPHERS are more often disappointed in the finished prints of a landscape than of any other subject. The main reason is that their eyes fooled them for the aver- age camera is not very successful in the recording of subjects at a great 'distance. A group of trees, puffy white clouds, and rolling hills cer- tainly make a"pretty picture and the person with a camera feels -an irre- sistible urge to record the scene - even though he realizes the results will be flat and uninteresting. Old haalds at pictorial photogra- phy know that there is a way to solve the problem. That is by pro- viding foreground interest that will link the near and far distances into a component whole. Such a device has been used in the picture above. Cover up the cows and yoa1 will no- tice that the picture immediately loses Interest and perspective. The group of animals (the foreground interest could be anything .from a: clump of flowers to an old rail, fence) provides a resting spat for the eyes and adds depth to the pic- ture. For with the addition of the foreground• interest, it is possible for the eye to go ori into the dieters and See it in proper relationship: To make sure that the enij asih is retained in the sky and trees,• W. n.. medium yellow filter was used so that the clouds registered in the right tonal values. The eye auto- matically seeks a bright or white spot and that is just what the pho- tographer wanted. In landscape pho- tography it is an excellent idea to keep the filter on the lens at all times. The additional exposure re- quired is of little concern for fast action is not an inherent part of landscape photography. -- Next Next time you have the urge to record a beautiful scene with your camera, look around and see if there is something you can include for foreground interest. You will.not be sorry. Remember, however, that this secondary interest must bel fairly close to the camera. Distances are emphasized and depth added by the contrast in size between the near image and the distant ones. The object or objects chosen should be a complement to'the scene so that the eye and mind do net leave to struggle With' fin) prirbient of two conflicting subjects. For lnstatlbe, ,a, bathing beauty perched in',the fore- ground of'a,•typinal cbuhiry 6011e:;' would not add the propel. t'alae '1'h;r.5 cows in the Dictate abt? ee for they are in a ntatura1 t'e'stis( trbhn roan a;` {; si 1i