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CHAPTER I.â€"(Cont‘d.) As Tom neared the Town Hall his face changed somewhat, and a look of eager expectancy came into his eyes. He noted with satisfaction that the yard outside a big building was empty. ‘I’m in time after all,” he reflected. “They've just sung the last hymn." .nou vv J u u v . _ . . D .___ A few minutes later several hun- dred your“?V people came into the street, and ' om was not long in sing]- ing out one for whom he had evidently been watching. This was“ a young‘ irl of about twenty years of age. andi t was easy to see at a glance that} she was superior to those whom she accompanied. Her face was refined, her eyes lafige and intelligent; and her. neat, well-fitting clothes did not sug-! gest the flamboyancy of Polly Powell’s adornments. _ IIv-u Avu v" â€".-. “If I were you, Alice,” said another, “I should keep my eye on him. Sin' he give up going to Sunday School he’s moan so much of a catch; besides, I saw him with Polly Powell last Sun- day evening after he went home with yout; :md Polly Powell is moan your sor . uuu. nun... v“ . “There’s Tom Pollard waiting for you, Alice,” said one of the girls. Alice Lister flushed as the girl spoke, and the color which rose to her cheeks told its own tale. _ Alice did not reply to this, but her hps trembled; evidently the words wounded her. All the timerTom §topd 'v vulauvu u... . smoking a cigarette. Although he had come to meet Alice, he did not like the idea of going up to claim her while so Elan! giris were aroupd. ""V‘vaf i‘E'rBj’PédeHfié Bf the girls, shouting to him. “How’s Polly Powell?” -'Tom did not reply; his ready wit left him for the moment. “If I were Aliéeif’msilid another, “I‘d give thee the sack. Tha’s noan fitted tohgo yvithfier.” ~n ,1LJ- Almost as if by arrangement the girls separated ;.nd Tom found him- self walking up Liverpool Road by the side of Alice Lister. Neither of them spoke for some minutes. Tom didn’t know what to say, while Alice was evi- dently thinkiqg deeply. “Ay,” said another, “and Polly‘s only just playing wi’ him; she’s got more nor one string to her how, has Polly. And she’d noan look at thee, Tom, if the young landlord at the Bull and Butcher hadrmade up to her.” . Lancashire folks are not slow in speaking their minds, and they have no salse delicacy about telling people theixjiopinion pf them. “v m “Well,” said Tom quietly, “I fly higher game than you, Emily Bilson, anyhow. I have only just got to hold up my finger to the whole lot on you, and yo. ’d come after me. But I’m noan going to do it; I’ve got too much respect for myself.” He and Alice had begun to walk out together a little more than a year be- fore, much to the surprise of their mutual friends. For Alice was not only better educated than Tom, but she moved in rather a better circle. Alice’s father was one who, begin- ning life as a weaver, had by steady perseverance and good common sense become a small manufacturer. He was anything but a rich man, but he was what the people called “Doin’ vary weel”â€"â€"one who with good luck would in about ten years’ time “addle a tidy bit of brass." Alice was his only daughter. He had never allowed her to go to the mill, but had sent her to a fairly good school until she was sixteen years of age, since which time Ihe had stayed at home with her moth- er, and assisted her in the house work. Alice had continued her education, however. She had a natural gift for music and possessed a fine contralto voice. She had quite a local reputa- tion as a pianist and was constantly in demand to sing at concerts. She was more than ordinarily intelligent too, and was a lover of good books. Add- ed to this she attended classes in the town for French and German; and had on more than one occasion been invited to the houses of big manufacturers. That was why people wondered at her walking with Tom Pollard. He, although looked upon as a sharp lad, was not, as was generally agreed, “up to Alice’s mark.” Tom to dc Alice rdfi‘évvéfiybu Byeen t2) ihe Young Men’s Class this afternoon,” she asked pre- sently. “It’s noan in my line,” replied Tom. "That kind of thing’ll do for kids, but when people get grown up they want something better.” Still facts were facts, and there couldlbe no doubt about it that Alice showed a great preference for Tom, and. in spite of the fact that her father and mother were not all all pleased, had allowed him to accompany her home on several occasions. “What 2 re you going to do, Tom ?" asked th». girl. “What am I going to do?” queried choice.” “Choice ? What choice 7” “I should not have met you this him stéadily “Bate; and cleverer people than ypu, Tom, don’t give it up,” replied the gu_'_l. q Tom continued to walk by Alice’s side, looking ra§heg~ _sulky. f‘Wh'y?_’_( asked the girl, looking at mean tha Lat {m I going to do?” queried “I don’t know that I am going anything. What do you mean you must make your "All for a Scrap of P‘ Life," etc. Publlsl Stoughton. Limited. I ID at Papa?" “Dearer Than Published by Hoddcr 8: nited. London and Toronto Author of [We’ll be loyal to that trust now, as then; Fling the old flag to the breezeâ€" Ours the freedom of the seasâ€" Humbly asking, on our knees, “God make us men!” â€"-Kate Simpson-Hayes. afternoon,” replied Alice Lister quiet- ly, “but for the fact that I want to come to an understanding. I have not been blind, neither have I been deaf, these last few months; a change has come over you, andâ€"and you will have to choose.” ‘ Tom iciiew what she meant well en- oughLbut _he pretended to be ignor'ant. uugu. Uuu uc y.u~..uvu W W .t, .......... “What has come over you, Alice? What do you mean? Surely,” he went on, “you are not taking any notice of what Emily Bilson said. Just as though a lad can’t speak to any lass but his own!“ “Tom,” went on the girl quietly, “you know what you told me twelve months ago; you know, too, what my father and mother said when they saw us together; it. has not been pleasant for me to listen to people's gossip, especially when I know that most of it is true. I have been very fond of you and I don’t deny it; if I hadn’t I should not have walked out with you, but I want to tell you thisâ€"you have to make your choice this afternoon; either you are going to give up me, or you are going to give up the Thorn and Thistle and all it means." “VI’m jealous of you} goed name, Tom, jealous of evil influence.” “Evil influence? What evil influ- ““5Y35?§é”5ێ16u§"of Pony Powell,” said Tom, with an uneasy laugh. ence '.’ “Going to the Thorn and Thristle has done you a great deal of harm; it has caused you to give up your Young Men’s Class, andâ€"andâ€"but there, I needn’t talk any more about it. You understand what I mean. It must be either one or the other, Tom ,’{ â€"- wngvqn.’ -v..-" r .1 V v “It means more than that,” replied the girl, “it means that you must eith- er give up me or give up going to the Thorn and Thistle. You used to be a teetotaler, Tom." “You know very \‘Xrell what I mean, Tom. You are not the kind of young man you were, and either you give up the§e things or We part company]: “Nay, Alice, doan": be narrowâ€"mind- ed. I suppose,” he added bitterly, “that you are beginning to look higher than me, that you are thinking 0‘ one of the manufacturers. I hear that Harry Briarfield was up at your house to supper the other night._”_ “You meanrthat I must either give upuyou or Polly Powell?" - 1 “As though any lad’s a teetotaler in these days,” laughed the young fellow. “Come now, Alice, you are not so narâ€" row-minded as that. I am nearly twenty-three now, and if I want a glass .of beer surely I can have it. You don’t mean to say that everybody but teetotalers are going to the bad." As chief of the British War Mission to the United States and commercial representative of the British Govern- ment, Lord Northcliffe will co-ordin- ate the work of the British organiza- tions already established there. His work will be more commercial than diplomatic. Canada Men to Men to Men w) We’ve a heritage to hold, 0 my men! Bought by sires in days of yore, Who, when‘ danger touched our shore, Made the answering cannons roarâ€" “We are men!” Japan is trying to introduce silk raising into Korea, purchasing 1,000,- 000 cocoons in China and engaging the services of, Chinese experts in seri- culture. 9n da is calling “Give us Men!” to stand guard at the Gateâ€"- to keep the nation greatâ€" who trifle not with Fateâ€"- Loyal Men! CANADA IS CALLING. (To be contifiued.) Lord Northclifl'e. TIIE PHYSICIAN IN THE WAR ZONE W In Their Efforts to Save Life They Expose Themselves on the Actual Firing Line. The militéry surgeon, according to that revised art of war which began to be on a fateful August day three years ago, is no longer the neutral ministrant to the wounded. He is a leader of men, for he sustains the morale of troops, he restores the‘ slightly injured as speedily as he may to the fighting line, and he fits his fel- low soldiers for their trade. Therefore he is marked for death by a savage foe just as though his scalpel were sword and his tourni- quet were trigger. The military ne- cessity of Kaiserism demands the tor-‘ pedoing of the hospital ship, the shell- ing of the ambulance unit, the bombâ€" ing of the dugout where the maimed are in refuge. Hence it is that in this‘ tragedy of Europe the casualties in the medical profession have been; much greater than in any other war,' for they are relatively equal to the mortality among ofiicers of the line‘ and greatly exceed that of the staff. The army surgeon, whether he be with troops in the charge or far back from the front, is exposed to peril, for in these days of long range wea- pons safety is not assured by dis- tance nor by the dictates of humanity. The surgeon volunteers who are going from this country to fill the depleted ranks of their brethren abroad are therefore Knights of the Great Ad- venture whose chivalry is a rally of selfâ€"sacrifice. The Army Surgeon of Today. The army surgeon of the new order was revealed recently in a lecture deâ€" livered by Col. T. H. Goodwin, D.S.O., an officer of the Royal Army Medical Corps of Great Britain, who has been on the western front ever since the war began. “When the battalion is ordered to attack," said Col. Goodwin, “the regi- mental medical officer should, as far as possible, keep near the command- ing officer and move forward with him. If the attack is successful there will be a certain number of wounded in No Man’s Land. “The medical officer should not deâ€" lay here. He must at all cost keep in touch with his battalion and move for- ward with it. His presence in the newly won trenches will be of im- mense moral value. He can forthwith set about improvising a regimental aid post, improving shelters for the wounded and attending to casualties as they occur. He should take every opportunity to get in communication either by telephone or messenger with the field ambulance bearer division, which will now, under a pretty heavy shell fire, be clearing the wounded from the area through which he has just come.” “The medical officer should direct each of these who are able to walk to go back, taking shelter as much as possible, until they meet the stretch- er bearers of the field ambulance div,i- sion who are coming up behind. Those wounded who are unable to move should be placed in shelter, in shell craters or trenches, and first aid performed as rapidly as possible. , Some one asked Col. Goodwin how it would be possible for a regimental officer advancing with a battalion to attend to so many wounded. Death in No Man’s Land. “He can do first aid,” was the an- swer, “but he should endeavor to move forward with his battalion. He can, as a rule, place wounded men in fairly good shelter, and if he can do that with every man he should con- gratulate himself. VAR TAKES HEAVY DEATH TOLL OF MILITARY SURGEONS. “If he had 'fifty cases, twenty-five 2 and 5 lb. Cartonsâ€" 10, 20, 50 and 100 lb. Bags, Made in one gréde onlyâ€"the highest ! would probably be more serious. He cannot manage twenty-five cases without taking at least twenty min- utes. He cannot delay long, however, as the battalion is probably going into the next trench, and he must at all costs- endeavor to be with them. “I grant that it is difficult indeed, but we have to do our best. There has been the suggestion to abolish the post of medical ofl‘icer with the bat‘ talion, but I am personally very much opposed to that.” “What about the barrage, Colonel?” asked one of the listeners. “Out of a total of 6,000 casualties you will probably get back 4,000 to 5,000 right away to the clearing sta- tion. Sometimes the wounded have to stay in the front area all day in the dugouts and then when the fire de- creases at night you get them back. Sometimes it; seems impossible, but you can manage to do it.” Speaking of the field ambulance, Col. 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