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The Huron Expositor, 1935-04-19, Page 7By (albeit, Frankau. ,(Centinaued frown bet Week) Arnie .linked, they passed) into the jeuletainedl bedroom., ttauve-sshadled candler' burned bio:'. the White overman- fel, on, the table by the' '1'ace-canbpied dot: Blinking Wave/ !e light, still only half awake, lay Peter the Fourth. The egeletInalelaned baby smiled ha!pppil:y' at its' parents. Peter the Fourth, they thought, would; have his mother's hair, his' father's eyes; Peter the Fourth, they thought' bat what these two thought about their eight -months' old skin would fill a prologue, an epilogue, and a hundred chapters icy between. As Evelyn .confided,' early 'in the summer, to Primula: '"I don't believe a word of that go'osebenry.abus'h story, Prim. I 'believe mummy and the iplatler made, that child themselves. They couldn't be so gone on it` (`gone on,' acquired from Garton, was the, schoolroom Word of the moment) -"if they'd just found it." Said 'Primula, sternly practical, "It must be frightfully difficult to make a 'baby. Think of its ears . . ." The two' little girls came running, fully dressed; into Patricia's. room just as Peter slipped off for his bath; stood chattering till Patricia shooed them away and rang for Elizabeth. § 2 The Peter Jackson mh•o breakfast= ed with 'his wife at a quarter to eight on Armistice morning was a very 'different creature from the our Mr. Jackson whose taxi 'had driven up to 22A Lowndes Square, four and a half years previously. Grey hair and lined face still betrayed the' af- ter-effects of war: but 'his eyes, his voice, the whole atmosphere of hap- piness he exuded, testified a change in the man's mentality,.' • His essential creed Ahad not alter- ed: he stilt believed in work, and in successful work: 'he still loathed in- efficiency, slackness, the never -mind - to -morrow attitude. But love, im- personated in Patricia, had softened the harshness of his youth; taught him the grand lesson of tolerance. Love 'had nearly bridged that vast, bitter gulf 'between fighting man and stay-at-home: almost, he saw Eng- land whole -not a country divided a= gainst . itself, but a people Working hand-in-hand for the common cause. Love, too, had opened Peter Jack- son's eyes, 'so that they saw not only profits but 'beauty in the new work to which he had dedicated himself. Tihis new work prospered slowly, as the land should prosper. Already Capital had begun its revifying influ- ence. Old man Tebbits' tumbledown milking sheds existed no longer: in- stead, were clean stables of 'brick and tile, 'spotless pails and sterilized pans. Useless wooden' structures, harbour - age of rats, had been pulled down. The ricks stood, stone -based, two feet above griound. Charlie Tebbits had rebuilt and enlarged old man Tele bits' insanitary pigsties. A tractbr- plough phutted in the fields. Also -Peter's first coup-Tebbits- Jackson, Ltd., 'had bought out the Arlsfield `carrier,' a rickety old man with a rickety old horse; replaced his creaking equipage 'by a petrol deliv- ery van; and made themselves mas- ters of th'e transport situation. This van, as Peter saw it, was to be th•e forerunner of a fleet which should carry passengers, market produce, sell and buy eggs and milk, fruit and honey and vegetables across half a county. Plans for a 'bacon factory, cheese factory, jam factory (and tracings•.of a sugar -beet plant which Peter had not yet dared show Harry Tebbits) all lay locked away till .peace time 'in the drawers of Peter's wal-• nut -Wood writing -desk. Sunflowers, run es a separate es- taibifi•slh'm•entbl was tadneady unnucog- niza'b'le. The paddock --silent, orig- inal founder of 'T.-J.`s, Ltd.' -,,-existed no longer.Only the pig path, fenc- ed' from sties to woo'd's edge, still showed a .band of narrowing green ribbon am -toss the brown of plough. All autumn, the 'paddock' had been a mellow -gold_ riot of Russian sun- flowers: Woo acres of 'high bloom whose produce, bushel upon bushel of the finest chicken -food, filled a dozen zinc bins in 'the new poultry store- room. Roger Fry had gione to the war; Roger Fry's hybrids to the stock -pot. In their place, came a marvel of a man from St. Dunstan's, the cheeriest soul for all his blinded eyes that ever took good wages of a Saturday, and two hundred black Leghorn's who clucked a'bo{it orchard and stu'b'bles from sunrise to sun- downing. 'And it only in its infancy,' thought Peter, helping himself to an- other rasher 'of •Miss Tebbits' black treacle curing, 'only in its infancy. Scrap the 'State -control' fallacy. Give every man his -chance. Let Capital and Labour co-operate as we're co- operating -and the Lord knows where we won't get to in a dozen years of pese&dee "IiMhught to be off in about ten minutes," she said to his. wife. "You know what Dilly and Daily are at this time in the meriting:" `Dilly and Dally,' at Sunfllowers, rrueant the inhabitants of Glen Cot- tage, who kept a mystic time -table of their own officially swpp'o•sed to depend ' in Francis's working hours, but actually adjusted -with meticu- lous accuracy --'to weather conditions. "When it's fine," 'Beatrice once con- descended to explain, "Prout thinks we -ought to rise with the sun,. When it's wet; he doesn't think we ought to get up at all." "ti told them to be' ready by half - past eight" -Patricia glanced at the dock on the wall ibra'cket-"we don't Want to scorch." Prai'cis 'Gordon s3idea 'of Motoring up td London for Arrnisti'ce Days --a Poet -ilea forbidden by the anti -jay ridiari provisions of the Detfdnce 'of the Realm Aet-had entirely upset ► ante of Marled Life the Sun fluwere-Te'l bits . routine, tTs. wally, by !breakfast tiree oar Mr. Jac&slpn had made his first inspection ice the, poultr s.houses; visited the milking sheds;' ,sped' 'Sidi ,Dyson on his way to Arlafi'ehii Park ((Peter, after endless finesse, had., sectred a tim- ber -selling eomtra'et from the Colonel) ldtsctissed his round with e'x-Coripor- al Hankins, *he had one artificial leg, two merry blue ,eyes, and a me- chanic's passion for the delivery -clan, and argued out at least. one abstruse farming problem with Harry Telb- bits. On this particular morning, however, it was 'Hlarry Tebbits, pipe in mouth, Who strode 'over -to see Peter; found him, cap on head, coat over arm, standing under the" beaten walnut tree. The blond giant opined that if Peter really meant tb gio up to Lon- don, the least Peter could do would be to 'bring back some whisky. Illy; ill," 'Said! Peter, PIMP do the beet I can, Harry. 'But if the armis- tice is signed, II expect London"ll be drunk •dry by half -past. two. Don't suppose you'll get much work, out of the folk to -day, Harry." The 'giant smiled. "Not much use telling cows about armistices. Still, I don't expect we'll kill ourselves. Not to -day, at all events. Old Tig- er's been after the skim again. Nev- er saw such a' dog for the "milk." 'Tiger o' Sunflowers,' an enormous silver -brindled Dane, lounged up 'the drives gave his master • dignified greeting. Patricia, furred'•and gaunt- leted, came hurrying .out of the house. "Well, I may as well see you safe off the, premises," smiled Harry Te'b- bits. The three made their way to the `garrige.' Passing the stables, they heard. Driver Garton's "Now then, 'you"; Evelyn and Primula's raised voices; the stamp of hooves on tile. Wilhelmina, the bay filly who had succeeded Little Willie in Peter's horse -affections, 'was protesting as usual about her morning toilet. 'Peter and Corporal Hankins had spent all Sunday tinkering with the Crossley, rubbing away the grease of two years' idleness, fitting new spark- ing -plugs, testing brake -shoes and magneto, filling 'her petrol tank and polishing her brass work. Still; the car looked her age. "Charlie'll have to give her a coat of varnish one of these days," haz- arded 'Charlie's brother, tapping strong fingers 'on the bonnet. But the engine started sweetly enough ; and Peter, running hen out for Pa- tricia to niount,'felt conscious of the old driving -thrill. 'Shan't be a Dilly -Daily's till nine," he said as she climbed up 'be- tide him. Harry ran to open the gate; Tiger , o'', Sunflowers smelt at the Klaxon, bounded away 'barking at the bark 'of it; Evelyn and Primula waved good-bye from the stable - door. They were 'off. § 4 By the meadow path it is a bare mile from Sunflowers to Glen Cot- tage: but the shortest road takes you half -way to Arlsfield: circles a fair portion of the Tebbits-Jackson land before it dives towards the chestnut trees of Arlsfield' Park. It was a goodly November day; soft gray clouds, sun a-tween, hint- ing of rain to come. They passed the eight acre vege- table field--inter-cropped, potatoes (already' dug) with winter green - stuff, fat white -hearted savoys, in - turned broccoli, curly -leaved kale and hip th'i'gh Brussel sprouts; they passed the 'warren' -fenced dip of chalk -pitted land on. which Peter .had turned down half a hundred Belgian -hare does tb mate, with the original inhabitants'; they skirted two stu'bbles and a new -sawn patch of pedigree wheat; hummed through the 'borrowing spinney -and made Glen Cottage 'by five minutes to nine. The home 'of Francis and Beatrice showed no signs of intensive cultiva- tion; meadow land, over which Pet- er's merinos and Peter's jerseys browsed and grazed at will, ran down to its eery walls. Three times the indomitable Beatrice 'had engaged a gardener, 'but eaeh time Peter, hun- gry for men, enticed him away. "Private gardens," said our Mr. Jackson, "are out 'of date. Besides, as your landlord, your greengrocer, your carrier, your poulterer and your dairyman--iI forbid it." Beatrice christened' him the 'Octo- pus of Arls'field'; but eventually su. matted. She was standing at the cot- tage gate as the Octopus and his wife drove up. Fifteen Months of matrimony had not altered Beatrice's essential girlishness: but the face un dein the close -fitting toque of ermine seemed less pale than the day she and Peter filet met; the gray eyes, though still thoughtful, held more of laughter. "Dally won't be, a minute," she smiled at them Peter, with a jest about not wast- ing 'gasoline,' throttled dotwn his' en- gine; gave glance at cloak on dash - beard as the two women kissed good - morning. "Cbnfound DaIly;' he said after a while, "it's nearly ten past already." Francis, followed 'by 'Putout, who carried an enormous 'basket • and a long thin parcel wrapped in 'brown paper, limped 'out of the house. He wote his usual 'brown overcoat, his usual cream 'buckskin gloves, his in- evitable old Etonian tie. "What on earth have you got there?" demanded his cousin. "Feud, fizz and flags," chuckled Francis. "Shove 'em in the tonneau, Prout. If I 'knew London, we'll have about as 'much chance of getting any- thing to eat . . . " He superin- tended the disposal of these ,treas- ures; 'handed Beatrice into the car- amel remembered he had lfiorgo'tbenS her muff,' By the time PProut had•re- trieved this, tucked in the 'young c 'upie, and elosied the floor on them, • 41111111111111104111481t, it was twenty .minutes .past nine. "Mile l Patricia. IDitFe h' !eledi i - fu "you watch." He o*ned the throttle ae he spoke; fingered lever gently from neutral to first, first to second, second' tie top. Horse -chest- nuts popped fro'n tire dovers as the Crossley gathered way: Arlslf eld Park, a blur of tree .trunks at side and 'interlaced branches overhead, spun behind therm, They missed Sid Dyson's timber -tug by an ant's 'breadth; hooted past the Colonel's crested gate-ipillars; s*itehhaek'ed downhill towards' Henley. 'Dilly and Dally, feet tight -propped against the provision 'basket, looked at each other in mock alarm. "It wasn't our :.fault," stammered Fran- cis through chattering teeth; "why wasn't the 'Octopus on time? ' He said half -past eight." Beatrice, craning forward a mom- ent, eyed the speedometer. "What are we doing, Beatrice?" "Forty- five and a bit." "Lord'!" 'The car shot on, purring-ePeter, nearly recumbent, notched wheel gripped easily in gloved hands' -Pa- tricia bolt ;upright, eyes .on the speed- ing hedgerows. They made the six miles to Henley in a fraction over twelve minutes ; swirled ri'ghthanded at the railway - station; took the waster -front at a hound; skidded the 'bridge corner on two wheels. Church, bridge and riv- er vanished like mad movies. I"Going 'well," muttered .,Peter through set teeth. White Hill rose u'p.,like a roof ahead. "Open that cut- out for m'e." Exhaust roaring, cylin- ders throbbing, the Crossley hurtled up between the trees; slowed to twen- ty; felt herself flung back into sec- ond; topped the rise; raced engine the fraction of an instant; took top gear 'again; shot on. Houses, trees, a crawling dray, flashed astern. Gray tarmac zipped under. Ahead, the road rose; drop- ped; rose again. Now, they were in open country. Peter Wok one deep breath; fidgeted throttle lever full open; jammed foot 'on accelerator. Couple 'behind felt the car gather her- self as if for a great leap; saw pass- ,ing hedgerows fade 'out to a continu- ous blur. Speedometer needle click- ed to sixty; held there for three and a half ecstatic minutes. "Right, isn't it?" shouted Peter suddenly. "Yes." .Patricia, r'riap on knee, watched Hurley Bdttom skim by. He stowed; climbed a hairpin turn warily; nipped across the Thick- et; veered left for (Maidenhead. The clock at Nicholson's Brewery showed five minutes past ten as they crawled' carefully down into the town -Opened out again for the bridge; swished over'it past Skindle's. "Shall we do it?" asked Pat. "Question of luck." He opened the cut-out again; roared' under Taplow Railway viaduct. So far, road had been almost empty. Now, other cars appeared ahead. The Crossley raced them down the Bath Road, passed them one by one. Slough. vanished. Something honked behind them, honk- ed again. Peter, tires almost on turf was aware of a Rolls-Royce bonnet, of a dark -blue car sweeping by; caught a glimpse of Arthur, in sky- blue Air Service uniform, sitting rig- id at th•e wheel. 'Crossley gathered way; Klaxon barked furiously; Rolls-Royce swerv- ed; Peter grin on set face, shot past. Beatrice, peering over the 'back of the cabriolet, saw Arthur's eyes light; saw his hand move slowly, on the wheel. Then the Rolls-Royce was on them; creeping up, effortless, sil- ent Honk! honk! honk! "Drat the fellow," muttered • Pester. For a mile, h•e refused way; then Ar- thur, with two inches to spare, pur- red calmly by; recognized Peter with a wave of the hand -and disappear- ed in dust. Still, they made-lIounslow by half past ten; edged warily over tram- lines; pulled up for a second to avoid disaster. "Hope you're not joy -riding, sir," grinned a blue -helmeted constable. "Joy -riding!" -Peter, hand on gear lever, grinned 'back scornfully -"do we look as if we were joy riding?" Francis peeping overside, was under- stood to mutter something about, bringing the good news from Aix to Ghent." • None of the four quite remembers how they made the last lap to Lon- don. It comes hack to them as a jerking, fidgety dream -- houses, tram -lines, motor omnibuses; a scrap of clear, straight read' here; turns there; people staring, people cursing; shop windows in which they saw themselves skidding past; dogs div- ing for cover; scream of Klaxon, jar of gear lever, throb of engine "Time?" , Peter kept asking. "Time, Pat?" . . Ten thirty-five" "Ten -forty." . . . "Quarter to, GREATEST VAWE IN TORONTO ATTRACTIVE ROOMS WITH BATHI $2.00 $2.50 $3.00 WITH RUNNING WATER .$1.50 $1.75 $2.00 EXCELLENT FOOD Breakfast hon - - - 35c Leacheon - - 50c and 60c Dimer - 60e, 85c, $1.00 . WAVERLEY HOTEL unman TORONTO Who Me Folds ;it THE fact that. The Huron. carries each week the largest list of a sales of any paper in the district is a ce indication that.. an • Expositorauction sale 'ad. brings results. Farmers and others contemplating auc. tion sales may. secure an auctioneer and ar- range dates at this office. There is, of course, no . charge for this service. ,r. AN EXPOSITOR AD. Brings' Results. THE HURON EXPOSITOR McLEAN BROS., Publishers, SEAFORTH all but ten seconds." . . . "Damn it, we must make Piccadilly by elev- en o'clock." , More houses. A pub. . . . Francis, head down in the tonneau, groping for his flags, hitting his head against the back of the driving seat . . "Twelve minutes to eleven." . . . Beatrice, eyes on Peter's cap, muttering to herself. "He'll never do it. I'll nev- er forgive him if he doesn't do it-" "Five to!" called Patricia - and Fulham Road streaked' 'be'hind as they zig-zagged in and 'out among sparse traffic. . , "Three- minutes." What was that? Oh, yes, Harrods: ,good old Hlarrodsi. . . . "Xwe minutes more." . The Hyde Park Ho- tel whizzed by . . iRailing-A clear. road. . . . Hyde Park cor- ner ahead . and: "Done it, I think," remarked our Mr. Jackson, ,as a motor bus, sway- ing out of Park Lane, missed their rear mud -guards by' the grace of God and two inches. Thut of cylinders dropped to a steady purr. Clubland on their left, railings on their right, slackened speed;, grew steady and' perceptible. Traffic through which the Crossley threaded easy way, appeared all round them. They were in Picca- dilly! Clarges Street• -Half Moon .Street -Bolton Street -known names, black lettered on gray stone -Apsley House -The Ritz -corner of Bond Street. And suddenly, they heard a voice. "P. J.!" bawled the 'voice. "Hi! P. J.! Halt, will you! Halt, I say!" Peter, jamming -brakes hard on, felt the car skid under him; felt wheels, jar against pavement; was a- ware, of Francis shouting in his ear, "Bravo, well -driven, old thing"; of Beatrice and Patricia standing up, of a taxi -cab two inches from his radia- tor, of a motor -bus grinding to stand- still -and of a little red man, with flat red moustache on his face and' faded red tabs on his uniform, a lit- tle red man in huge dap, who came dashing out of Scott's hat shop, bawl- ing: t"`Halt, confound you, P J.! Halt! It's eleven o'clock." It was the Weasel; and even as the Weasel darted' across the pavement, London went mad and they with Lon- don! Pand'enionium . • broke loose a tornado of sound --hems, whistles, rowing -rattles,, bugles -men shouting -women screaming. The five in the Crossley couldn't hear pandemonium. They were of 'pandemonium - crazy. Brigadier -General the Weasel, palms to mouth, straddling the radiator with spurred legs, beating bonnet with his cane, was hallooing like a lunatic: "Forrard away!" hallooed the Weas- el. "Forrard away! Forrard away! Hi, tear 'em, tear 'em tear 'em!"Francis, scarlet in the face, bolt up- right, lameness forgotten, bawled an inarticulate "E -ton! Well rowed, F. -ton!" Peter finger pressed home on, the hoarsely -shrieking Klaxon, was 'howling some Indian war -Whoop 'of his own. Patricia, dumb With em- otion, imagined herself to be cheer- ing. And Beatrice, 'the hyper -critical, hyper -sensitive Beatrice, was yelling; yelling at the top of her 'voice. "Ye, ya, eat ya, ya!" yelled Heatrieeee lout somehow or other she couldn't finish the yell; dropped back, speech- less, in the tonneau. . . Pandemonium! Traffic had stop- ped. There was no traffic: only mo- tionless vehicles -lorries, motor om- nibuses, taxis, a Bolls Royce, a han- som cab -yes, a veritable hansom - cab! And every vehicle swarmed with men and women. Men and women swarmed an eively )vehicle. Swarmed and Shrieked and waved flags. . . . Pandemoniuma The very houses had gone mad. The •houses were a- :vc-aliee--alive with men and, wo- men. The houses were wide open. Men and wim'en poured out of the houses into the streets. The streets were alive with men and women. They swarmed in the streets; swarm- ed and danced and cheered and shout- ed and waved flags. . , r'ard•em'onium! The flags had gone mad. There were a million flags-, Union Jacks and, Stars and Stripes, I Tricolor flags and Belgian flags and } Japanese flags; Italian flags and, Portuguese flags, Commonwealth flags and Dominion flags, Royal Stan-• dards and White .Ensings. - Pandemonium! Everybody w a s moving -{vehicles were moving -peo- ple were moving -flags were moving. Their own flags -Union Jack with Old Glory -were moving. The Cross- ley was moving. . . . "Forrard away!" 'hallooed Briga- dier -General the Weasel, still astride, the radiator. ."Forrard away, sir!" i Peter howled back from the driving seat. . . . ! Pandemonium! Everybody was' dancing. The flags were dancing. Men and women were 'dancing. Sol- diers were dancing -English soldiers and' Ailierican soldiers, French sol- d!iers /end Belgian soldiers, Portu- guese and Japanese and Italian sol- diers. -lame soldiers. and legless sal -I diers and armless boldi,ers-ill sol- diers and well soldiers. Sailors were dancing -English sailors and Ameri- can sailors, French sailors and Ital- ian sailors and' Japanese sailors. The very' houses were dancing: floods of white paper came dancing from out of the dancing houses. Their own car was dancing: her cushions were dancing: they could feel her engine' dancing, They themselves were Varieties Of Red Clover There are innumerable typiei of red clover and within these types a num- ber of varieties can be recognized of which the two main varieties of ,prac- tical iniportanee are 'the early and late. 'In the growing crop no botani- cal .differences can 'be used to distin- guish these two varieties' 'but in habit' they differ greatly. The early s com- monly called early, two cut, and am- ble cut, 'and as the name indicates will ;seduce two full cuts in a season. The late variety also called' single cut and mammoth, produces only one cuff ting which is' from two to three weeks later than the first cut of the early. Both have a place as a red clover crop 'but it is importan't'that the buy- er clearly understand what he is get- ting,•wihen he orders red clover under one of the names mentioned -one will give 'twio cuts the other only one in a reason, London and Wingham South P.M. Wingham 1.55 Belgrave 2.11 Blyth 2.23 Londesboro 2.30 Clinton 3.08 Brucefield 3.27 Kippen 3.36 Hensel) 3.41,, Exeter 3.55-- North .55`North Exeter Hensel' Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham A.M. '\ 10.42 10.55 11.01' 11.09 11.64 1210 12.19 12.30 12.50 C.N.R. Time Table East Goderich Clinton Seaforth Dublin Mitchell West Dublin dancing: they could feel their hearts ,Seaforth dancing inside them: the blood was; Clinton dancing in their - eins, dancing and Goderioh dancing. . . 1. A.M. 6.45 7.08 '7.22 7.83 7.42 11.19 . 11.34 11:60 12.10 But late that Armistice Day at- C.P.R. Time Table tern'o'on, when the five sat knee to East knee in the closed motion ess car - Hyde ,Park trees at its ' •lows, rain tapping on its taut roof, when they poured the dancing wine f Fran'ci's forethought from golden bottle neck and etinkeci brimmed' glasses in tok- en 'of civilization's triumph Over the Beast; when the Weasel, speaking solemnly as though he were propos- ing the King's Health on guest night, gave them: "Our men, God bites them, our splendid, splendid men!" Toronto then Beatrice and Patricia could hale ' McNaught sworn that they sate the tears of Walton their own hearts reflected riot only Blyth . . in their lover's' eyes, but in the hard bite des aof r-+ Oral i Kotl,gs' lays Stark, Roy'41: pieta' Artillery, P.M. 2.80 3.00 8.18 3.31 8.43 9.44 9.57 10.11 10.87 A.M., Goderich 5.60 Nlenset 6.55 MoG sse a `asse, 6.04' Auburn ...., 6.11 Blyth 6.25 Walton 6.40 McNaaughtt 6.52 Toronto 10.25. West i.i:is 4,664•4'441, /♦ 4144.4 �aly/f'��els/ i.a rr to,, .# ••.i Nrq,.,� W'ay ,51.4' r ii i`; Phone No. 91, , JOAN J.. HTGGARD: " Bim,. ` Weider, Notaa-y Pehlke Etc. ,Beattie Block , = - ' •Seafortli,. Oat HATS & 111E,IR Succeeding B. S. Hays Barristers, Solicitors,, 'Coavieyancers and Notaries Public, Solicitors for the r , 4' ,'pion Bank. Office in rear of the n .p., pion Bank, Seafortho, Money Io loan. JOHN II. BEST • Bsirristear, Solicitor,. Etc. .Seafortiji - Ontailo T VETERINARY JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. IUJ nor graduate of Ontario Veiterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at - 'tended to • and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a 'specialty.' Office and residence on Goderieh Street, one door east of Dr. Jarrott's office, Sea-. ferh. , 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 calls promptly attended to. Office on Main Street, Hensel), . opposite Town Hall. Phone 116. Breeder of Seot- tush Terriers. Inverness Kennels, Renal). MEDICAL DR. D. E. STURGIS Graduate of the Faculty of Medi- cine; University of Western Ontario, and cast 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, University 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 assistaxt New York Opthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Comimiercial 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- iians 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, Sea- ttortb. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. a DR. HUGH H. ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto r ty of Medicine, member of Col- e : of Physicians and Surgeons of • .tario; pass graduate course in et'-: go Clinical School of 'Chicago ; .. • :1 Opthallmie Hospital, London, o" . land; University Hospital, Lori - don England. Office -Back of Do - elision Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. 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 dn. high Street, Seaforth. Phone 27. .. Office fully equipped for ultra short wave electric treatment, Ultra Violet Sun Lamp treatments, and Infra red electric treatments. Nurse in attendance. 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, Lorrdan. Phone: Hensall, 66. Office: King Street, Hens,all. DENTAL DR. J. A. McTAGGART Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office at Hen- emnal'), Ontario. Phone 106. na, AUCTIONEERS • HAROLD DALE Licensed 'Auctioneer Specialist in farm and household sales. Prices, reasonable. For dates cad Information, write or phone Har- ald Dale, phone 149, Seaforth, or ap- ply at The Expositor Office. ARTHUR SWEBER Auctioneer's License Sixteen years' experience. Satisfaction guaranteed. Telephone: 1347; Hiensall. -Write ARTHUR WEBER, , R. R. 1, Dashwood. INSURANCE THE JOHN RANI IN AGENCY Insurance of all 'kinds. ' ' Bands, Real Esftate. QlPonley' to Lean. • ISEA!>• oRTU - .010ARI0 • • Phone 91. By (albeit, Frankau. ,(Centinaued frown bet Week) Arnie .linked, they passed) into the jeuletainedl bedroom., ttauve-sshadled candler' burned bio:'. the White overman- fel, on, the table by the' '1'ace-canbpied dot: Blinking Wave/ !e light, still only half awake, lay Peter the Fourth. The egeletInalelaned baby smiled ha!pppil:y' at its' parents. Peter the Fourth, they thought, would; have his mother's hair, his' father's eyes; Peter the Fourth, they thought' bat what these two thought about their eight -months' old skin would fill a prologue, an epilogue, and a hundred chapters icy between. As Evelyn .confided,' early 'in the summer, to Primula: '"I don't believe a word of that go'osebenry.abus'h story, Prim. I 'believe mummy and the iplatler made, that child themselves. They couldn't be so gone on it` (`gone on,' acquired from Garton, was the, schoolroom Word of the moment) -"if they'd just found it." Said 'Primula, sternly practical, "It must be frightfully difficult to make a 'baby. Think of its ears . . ." The two' little girls came running, fully dressed; into Patricia's. room just as Peter slipped off for his bath; stood chattering till Patricia shooed them away and rang for Elizabeth. § 2 The Peter Jackson mh•o breakfast= ed with 'his wife at a quarter to eight on Armistice morning was a very 'different creature from the our Mr. Jackson whose taxi 'had driven up to 22A Lowndes Square, four and a half years previously. Grey hair and lined face still betrayed the' af- ter-effects of war: but 'his eyes, his voice, the whole atmosphere of hap- piness he exuded, testified a change in the man's mentality,.' • His essential creed Ahad not alter- ed: he stilt believed in work, and in successful work: 'he still loathed in- efficiency, slackness, the never -mind - to -morrow attitude. But love, im- personated in Patricia, had softened the harshness of his youth; taught him the grand lesson of tolerance. Love 'had nearly bridged that vast, bitter gulf 'between fighting man and stay-at-home: almost, he saw Eng- land whole -not a country divided a= gainst . itself, but a people Working hand-in-hand for the common cause. Love, too, had opened Peter Jack- son's eyes, 'so that they saw not only profits but 'beauty in the new work to which he had dedicated himself. Tihis new work prospered slowly, as the land should prosper. Already Capital had begun its revifying influ- ence. Old man Tebbits' tumbledown milking sheds existed no longer: in- stead, were clean stables of 'brick and tile, 'spotless pails and sterilized pans. Useless wooden' structures, harbour - age of rats, had been pulled down. The ricks stood, stone -based, two feet above griound. Charlie Tebbits had rebuilt and enlarged old man Tele bits' insanitary pigsties. A tractbr- plough phutted in the fields. Also -Peter's first coup-Tebbits- Jackson, Ltd., 'had bought out the Arlsfield `carrier,' a rickety old man with a rickety old horse; replaced his creaking equipage 'by a petrol deliv- ery van; and made themselves mas- ters of th'e transport situation. This van, as Peter saw it, was to be th•e forerunner of a fleet which should carry passengers, market produce, sell and buy eggs and milk, fruit and honey and vegetables across half a county. Plans for a 'bacon factory, cheese factory, jam factory (and tracings•.of a sugar -beet plant which Peter had not yet dared show Harry Tebbits) all lay locked away till .peace time 'in the drawers of Peter's wal-• nut -Wood writing -desk. Sunflowers, run es a separate es- taibifi•slh'm•entbl was tadneady unnucog- niza'b'le. The paddock --silent, orig- inal founder of 'T.-J.`s, Ltd.' -,,-existed no longer.Only the pig path, fenc- ed' from sties to woo'd's edge, still showed a .band of narrowing green ribbon am -toss the brown of plough. All autumn, the 'paddock' had been a mellow -gold_ riot of Russian sun- flowers: Woo acres of 'high bloom whose produce, bushel upon bushel of the finest chicken -food, filled a dozen zinc bins in 'the new poultry store- room. Roger Fry had gione to the war; Roger Fry's hybrids to the stock -pot. In their place, came a marvel of a man from St. Dunstan's, the cheeriest soul for all his blinded eyes that ever took good wages of a Saturday, and two hundred black Leghorn's who clucked a'bo{it orchard and stu'b'bles from sunrise to sun- downing. 'And it only in its infancy,' thought Peter, helping himself to an- other rasher 'of •Miss Tebbits' black treacle curing, 'only in its infancy. Scrap the 'State -control' fallacy. Give every man his -chance. Let Capital and Labour co-operate as we're co- operating -and the Lord knows where we won't get to in a dozen years of pese&dee "IiMhught to be off in about ten minutes," she said to his. wife. "You know what Dilly and Daily are at this time in the meriting:" `Dilly and Dally,' at Sunfllowers, rrueant the inhabitants of Glen Cot- tage, who kept a mystic time -table of their own officially swpp'o•sed to depend ' in Francis's working hours, but actually adjusted -with meticu- lous accuracy --'to weather conditions. "When it's fine," 'Beatrice once con- descended to explain, "Prout thinks we -ought to rise with the sun,. When it's wet; he doesn't think we ought to get up at all." "ti told them to be' ready by half - past eight" -Patricia glanced at the dock on the wall ibra'cket-"we don't Want to scorch." Prai'cis 'Gordon s3idea 'of Motoring up td London for Arrnisti'ce Days --a Poet -ilea forbidden by the anti -jay ridiari provisions of the Detfdnce 'of the Realm Aet-had entirely upset ► ante of Marled Life the Sun fluwere-Te'l bits . routine, tTs. wally, by !breakfast tiree oar Mr. Jac&slpn had made his first inspection ice the, poultr s.houses; visited the milking sheds;' ,sped' 'Sidi ,Dyson on his way to Arlafi'ehii Park ((Peter, after endless finesse, had., sectred a tim- ber -selling eomtra'et from the Colonel) ldtsctissed his round with e'x-Coripor- al Hankins, *he had one artificial leg, two merry blue ,eyes, and a me- chanic's passion for the delivery -clan, and argued out at least. one abstruse farming problem with Harry Telb- bits. On this particular morning, however, it was 'Hlarry Tebbits, pipe in mouth, Who strode 'over -to see Peter; found him, cap on head, coat over arm, standing under the" beaten walnut tree. The blond giant opined that if Peter really meant tb gio up to Lon- don, the least Peter could do would be to 'bring back some whisky. Illy; ill," 'Said! Peter, PIMP do the beet I can, Harry. 'But if the armis- tice is signed, II expect London"ll be drunk •dry by half -past. two. Don't suppose you'll get much work, out of the folk to -day, Harry." The 'giant smiled. "Not much use telling cows about armistices. Still, I don't expect we'll kill ourselves. Not to -day, at all events. Old Tig- er's been after the skim again. Nev- er saw such a' dog for the "milk." 'Tiger o' Sunflowers,' an enormous silver -brindled Dane, lounged up 'the drives gave his master • dignified greeting. Patricia, furred'•and gaunt- leted, came hurrying .out of the house. "Well, I may as well see you safe off the, premises," smiled Harry Te'b- bits. The three made their way to the `garrige.' Passing the stables, they heard. Driver Garton's "Now then, 'you"; Evelyn and Primula's raised voices; the stamp of hooves on tile. Wilhelmina, the bay filly who had succeeded Little Willie in Peter's horse -affections, 'was protesting as usual about her morning toilet. 'Peter and Corporal Hankins had spent all Sunday tinkering with the Crossley, rubbing away the grease of two years' idleness, fitting new spark- ing -plugs, testing brake -shoes and magneto, filling 'her petrol tank and polishing her brass work. Still; the car looked her age. "Charlie'll have to give her a coat of varnish one of these days," haz- arded 'Charlie's brother, tapping strong fingers 'on the bonnet. But the engine started sweetly enough ; and Peter, running hen out for Pa- tricia to niount,'felt conscious of the old driving -thrill. 'Shan't be a Dilly -Daily's till nine," he said as she climbed up 'be- tide him. Harry ran to open the gate; Tiger , o'', Sunflowers smelt at the Klaxon, bounded away 'barking at the bark 'of it; Evelyn and Primula waved good-bye from the stable - door. They were 'off. § 4 By the meadow path it is a bare mile from Sunflowers to Glen Cot- tage: but the shortest road takes you half -way to Arlsfield: circles a fair portion of the Tebbits-Jackson land before it dives towards the chestnut trees of Arlsfield' Park. It was a goodly November day; soft gray clouds, sun a-tween, hint- ing of rain to come. They passed the eight acre vege- table field--inter-cropped, potatoes (already' dug) with winter green - stuff, fat white -hearted savoys, in - turned broccoli, curly -leaved kale and hip th'i'gh Brussel sprouts; they passed the 'warren' -fenced dip of chalk -pitted land on. which Peter .had turned down half a hundred Belgian -hare does tb mate, with the original inhabitants'; they skirted two stu'bbles and a new -sawn patch of pedigree wheat; hummed through the 'borrowing spinney -and made Glen Cottage 'by five minutes to nine. The home 'of Francis and Beatrice showed no signs of intensive cultiva- tion; meadow land, over which Pet- er's merinos and Peter's jerseys browsed and grazed at will, ran down to its eery walls. Three times the indomitable Beatrice 'had engaged a gardener, 'but eaeh time Peter, hun- gry for men, enticed him away. "Private gardens," said our Mr. Jackson, "are out 'of date. Besides, as your landlord, your greengrocer, your carrier, your poulterer and your dairyman--iI forbid it." Beatrice christened' him the 'Octo- pus of Arls'field'; but eventually su. matted. She was standing at the cot- tage gate as the Octopus and his wife drove up. Fifteen Months of matrimony had not altered Beatrice's essential girlishness: but the face un dein the close -fitting toque of ermine seemed less pale than the day she and Peter filet met; the gray eyes, though still thoughtful, held more of laughter. "Dally won't be, a minute," she smiled at them Peter, with a jest about not wast- ing 'gasoline,' throttled dotwn his' en- gine; gave glance at cloak on dash - beard as the two women kissed good - morning. "Cbnfound DaIly;' he said after a while, "it's nearly ten past already." Francis, followed 'by 'Putout, who carried an enormous 'basket • and a long thin parcel wrapped in 'brown paper, limped 'out of the house. He wote his usual 'brown overcoat, his usual cream 'buckskin gloves, his in- evitable old Etonian tie. "What on earth have you got there?" demanded his cousin. "Feud, fizz and flags," chuckled Francis. "Shove 'em in the tonneau, Prout. If I 'knew London, we'll have about as 'much chance of getting any- thing to eat . . . " He superin- tended the disposal of these ,treas- ures; 'handed Beatrice into the car- amel remembered he had lfiorgo'tbenS her muff,' By the time PProut had•re- trieved this, tucked in the 'young c 'upie, and elosied the floor on them, • 41111111111111104111481t, it was twenty .minutes .past nine. "Mile l Patricia. IDitFe h' !eledi i - fu "you watch." He o*ned the throttle ae he spoke; fingered lever gently from neutral to first, first to second, second' tie top. Horse -chest- nuts popped fro'n tire dovers as the Crossley gathered way: Arlslf eld Park, a blur of tree .trunks at side and 'interlaced branches overhead, spun behind therm, They missed Sid Dyson's timber -tug by an ant's 'breadth; hooted past the Colonel's crested gate-ipillars; s*itehhaek'ed downhill towards' Henley. 'Dilly and Dally, feet tight -propped against the provision 'basket, looked at each other in mock alarm. "It wasn't our :.fault," stammered Fran- cis through chattering teeth; "why wasn't the 'Octopus on time? ' He said half -past eight." Beatrice, craning forward a mom- ent, eyed the speedometer. "What are we doing, Beatrice?" "Forty- five and a bit." "Lord'!" 'The car shot on, purring-ePeter, nearly recumbent, notched wheel gripped easily in gloved hands' -Pa- tricia bolt ;upright, eyes .on the speed- ing hedgerows. They made the six miles to Henley in a fraction over twelve minutes ; swirled ri'ghthanded at the railway - station; took the waster -front at a hound; skidded the 'bridge corner on two wheels. Church, bridge and riv- er vanished like mad movies. I"Going 'well," muttered .,Peter through set teeth. White Hill rose u'p.,like a roof ahead. "Open that cut- out for m'e." Exhaust roaring, cylin- ders throbbing, the Crossley hurtled up between the trees; slowed to twen- ty; felt herself flung back into sec- ond; topped the rise; raced engine the fraction of an instant; took top gear 'again; shot on. Houses, trees, a crawling dray, flashed astern. Gray tarmac zipped under. Ahead, the road rose; drop- ped; rose again. Now, they were in open country. Peter Wok one deep breath; fidgeted throttle lever full open; jammed foot 'on accelerator. Couple 'behind felt the car gather her- self as if for a great leap; saw pass- ,ing hedgerows fade 'out to a continu- ous blur. Speedometer needle click- ed to sixty; held there for three and a half ecstatic minutes. "Right, isn't it?" shouted Peter suddenly. "Yes." .Patricia, r'riap on knee, watched Hurley Bdttom skim by. He stowed; climbed a hairpin turn warily; nipped across the Thick- et; veered left for (Maidenhead. The clock at Nicholson's Brewery showed five minutes past ten as they crawled' carefully down into the town -Opened out again for the bridge; swished over'it past Skindle's. "Shall we do it?" asked Pat. "Question of luck." He opened the cut-out again; roared' under Taplow Railway viaduct. So far, road had been almost empty. Now, other cars appeared ahead. The Crossley raced them down the Bath Road, passed them one by one. Slough. vanished. Something honked behind them, honk- ed again. Peter, tires almost on turf was aware of a Rolls-Royce bonnet, of a dark -blue car sweeping by; caught a glimpse of Arthur, in sky- blue Air Service uniform, sitting rig- id at th•e wheel. 'Crossley gathered way; Klaxon barked furiously; Rolls-Royce swerv- ed; Peter grin on set face, shot past. Beatrice, peering over the 'back of the cabriolet, saw Arthur's eyes light; saw his hand move slowly, on the wheel. Then the Rolls-Royce was on them; creeping up, effortless, sil- ent Honk! honk! honk! "Drat the fellow," muttered • Pester. For a mile, h•e refused way; then Ar- thur, with two inches to spare, pur- red calmly by; recognized Peter with a wave of the hand -and disappear- ed in dust. Still, they made-lIounslow by half past ten; edged warily over tram- lines; pulled up for a second to avoid disaster. "Hope you're not joy -riding, sir," grinned a blue -helmeted constable. "Joy -riding!" -Peter, hand on gear lever, grinned 'back scornfully -"do we look as if we were joy riding?" Francis peeping overside, was under- stood to mutter something about, bringing the good news from Aix to Ghent." • None of the four quite remembers how they made the last lap to Lon- don. It comes hack to them as a jerking, fidgety dream -- houses, tram -lines, motor omnibuses; a scrap of clear, straight read' here; turns there; people staring, people cursing; shop windows in which they saw themselves skidding past; dogs div- ing for cover; scream of Klaxon, jar of gear lever, throb of engine "Time?" , Peter kept asking. "Time, Pat?" . . Ten thirty-five" "Ten -forty." . . . "Quarter to, GREATEST VAWE IN TORONTO ATTRACTIVE ROOMS WITH BATHI $2.00 $2.50 $3.00 WITH RUNNING WATER .$1.50 $1.75 $2.00 EXCELLENT FOOD Breakfast hon - - - 35c Leacheon - - 50c and 60c Dimer - 60e, 85c, $1.00 . WAVERLEY HOTEL unman TORONTO Who Me Folds ;it THE fact that. The Huron. carries each week the largest list of a sales of any paper in the district is a ce indication that.. an • Expositorauction sale 'ad. brings results. Farmers and others contemplating auc. tion sales may. secure an auctioneer and ar- range dates at this office. There is, of course, no . charge for this service. ,r. AN EXPOSITOR AD. Brings' Results. THE HURON EXPOSITOR McLEAN BROS., Publishers, SEAFORTH all but ten seconds." . . . "Damn it, we must make Piccadilly by elev- en o'clock." , More houses. A pub. . . . Francis, head down in the tonneau, groping for his flags, hitting his head against the back of the driving seat . . "Twelve minutes to eleven." . . . Beatrice, eyes on Peter's cap, muttering to herself. "He'll never do it. I'll nev- er forgive him if he doesn't do it-" "Five to!" called Patricia - and Fulham Road streaked' 'be'hind as they zig-zagged in and 'out among sparse traffic. . , "Three- minutes." What was that? Oh, yes, Harrods: ,good old Hlarrodsi. . . . "Xwe minutes more." . The Hyde Park Ho- tel whizzed by . . iRailing-A clear. road. . . . Hyde Park cor- ner ahead . and: "Done it, I think," remarked our Mr. Jackson, ,as a motor bus, sway- ing out of Park Lane, missed their rear mud -guards by' the grace of God and two inches. Thut of cylinders dropped to a steady purr. Clubland on their left, railings on their right, slackened speed;, grew steady and' perceptible. Traffic through which the Crossley threaded easy way, appeared all round them. They were in Picca- dilly! Clarges Street• -Half Moon .Street -Bolton Street -known names, black lettered on gray stone -Apsley House -The Ritz -corner of Bond Street. And suddenly, they heard a voice. "P. J.!" bawled the 'voice. "Hi! P. J.! Halt, will you! Halt, I say!" Peter, jamming -brakes hard on, felt the car skid under him; felt wheels, jar against pavement; was a- ware, of Francis shouting in his ear, "Bravo, well -driven, old thing"; of Beatrice and Patricia standing up, of a taxi -cab two inches from his radia- tor, of a motor -bus grinding to stand- still -and of a little red man, with flat red moustache on his face and' faded red tabs on his uniform, a lit- tle red man in huge dap, who came dashing out of Scott's hat shop, bawl- ing: t"`Halt, confound you, P J.! Halt! It's eleven o'clock." It was the Weasel; and even as the Weasel darted' across the pavement, London went mad and they with Lon- don! Pand'enionium . • broke loose a tornado of sound --hems, whistles, rowing -rattles,, bugles -men shouting -women screaming. The five in the Crossley couldn't hear pandemonium. They were of 'pandemonium - crazy. Brigadier -General the Weasel, palms to mouth, straddling the radiator with spurred legs, beating bonnet with his cane, was hallooing like a lunatic: "Forrard away!" hallooed the Weas- el. "Forrard away! Forrard away! Hi, tear 'em, tear 'em tear 'em!"Francis, scarlet in the face, bolt up- right, lameness forgotten, bawled an inarticulate "E -ton! Well rowed, F. -ton!" Peter finger pressed home on, the hoarsely -shrieking Klaxon, was 'howling some Indian war -Whoop 'of his own. Patricia, dumb With em- otion, imagined herself to be cheer- ing. And Beatrice, 'the hyper -critical, hyper -sensitive Beatrice, was yelling; yelling at the top of her 'voice. "Ye, ya, eat ya, ya!" yelled Heatrieeee lout somehow or other she couldn't finish the yell; dropped back, speech- less, in the tonneau. . . Pandemonium! Traffic had stop- ped. There was no traffic: only mo- tionless vehicles -lorries, motor om- nibuses, taxis, a Bolls Royce, a han- som cab -yes, a veritable hansom - cab! And every vehicle swarmed with men and women. Men and women swarmed an eively )vehicle. Swarmed and Shrieked and waved flags. . . . Pandemoniuma The very houses had gone mad. The •houses were a- :vc-aliee--alive with men and, wo- men. The houses were wide open. Men and wim'en poured out of the houses into the streets. The streets were alive with men and women. They swarmed in the streets; swarm- ed and danced and cheered and shout- ed and waved flags. . , r'ard•em'onium! The flags had gone mad. There were a million flags-, Union Jacks and, Stars and Stripes, I Tricolor flags and Belgian flags and } Japanese flags; Italian flags and, Portuguese flags, Commonwealth flags and Dominion flags, Royal Stan-• dards and White .Ensings. - Pandemonium! Everybody w a s moving -{vehicles were moving -peo- ple were moving -flags were moving. Their own flags -Union Jack with Old Glory -were moving. The Cross- ley was moving. . . . "Forrard away!" 'hallooed Briga- dier -General the Weasel, still astride, the radiator. ."Forrard away, sir!" i Peter howled back from the driving seat. . . . ! Pandemonium! Everybody was' dancing. The flags were dancing. Men and women were 'dancing. Sol- diers were dancing -English soldiers and' Ailierican soldiers, French sol- d!iers /end Belgian soldiers, Portu- guese and Japanese and Italian sol- diers. -lame soldiers. and legless sal -I diers and armless boldi,ers-ill sol- diers and well soldiers. Sailors were dancing -English sailors and Ameri- can sailors, French sailors and Ital- ian sailors and' Japanese sailors. The very' houses were dancing: floods of white paper came dancing from out of the dancing houses. Their own car was dancing: her cushions were dancing: they could feel her engine' dancing, They themselves were Varieties Of Red Clover There are innumerable typiei of red clover and within these types a num- ber of varieties can be recognized of which the two main varieties of ,prac- tical iniportanee are 'the early and late. 'In the growing crop no botani- cal .differences can 'be used to distin- guish these two varieties' 'but in habit' they differ greatly. The early s com- monly called early, two cut, and am- ble cut, 'and as the name indicates will ;seduce two full cuts in a season. The late variety also called' single cut and mammoth, produces only one cuff ting which is' from two to three weeks later than the first cut of the early. Both have a place as a red clover crop 'but it is importan't'that the buy- er clearly understand what he is get- ting,•wihen he orders red clover under one of the names mentioned -one will give 'twio cuts the other only one in a reason, London and Wingham South P.M. Wingham 1.55 Belgrave 2.11 Blyth 2.23 Londesboro 2.30 Clinton 3.08 Brucefield 3.27 Kippen 3.36 Hensel) 3.41,, Exeter 3.55-- North .55`North Exeter Hensel' Kippen Brucefield Clinton Londesboro Blyth Belgrave Wingham A.M. '\ 10.42 10.55 11.01' 11.09 11.64 1210 12.19 12.30 12.50 C.N.R. Time Table East Goderich Clinton Seaforth Dublin Mitchell West Dublin dancing: they could feel their hearts ,Seaforth dancing inside them: the blood was; Clinton dancing in their - eins, dancing and Goderioh dancing. . . 1. A.M. 6.45 7.08 '7.22 7.83 7.42 11.19 . 11.34 11:60 12.10 But late that Armistice Day at- C.P.R. Time Table tern'o'on, when the five sat knee to East knee in the closed motion ess car - Hyde ,Park trees at its ' •lows, rain tapping on its taut roof, when they poured the dancing wine f Fran'ci's forethought from golden bottle neck and etinkeci brimmed' glasses in tok- en 'of civilization's triumph Over the Beast; when the Weasel, speaking solemnly as though he were propos- ing the King's Health on guest night, gave them: "Our men, God bites them, our splendid, splendid men!" Toronto then Beatrice and Patricia could hale ' McNaught sworn that they sate the tears of Walton their own hearts reflected riot only Blyth . . in their lover's' eyes, but in the hard bite des aof r-+ Oral i Kotl,gs' lays Stark, Roy'41: pieta' Artillery, P.M. 2.80 3.00 8.18 3.31 8.43 9.44 9.57 10.11 10.87 A.M., Goderich 5.60 Nlenset 6.55 MoG sse a `asse, 6.04' Auburn ...., 6.11 Blyth 6.25 Walton 6.40 McNaaughtt 6.52 Toronto 10.25. 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