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THURSDAY, JULY 8th, 1937. A HEALTH SERVICE 0’ THE CANADIAN MEDIC ASSOCIATION AND Ll 'N‘URANCE COMPANIES In CANADA BONE & JOINT TUBERCULOSIS A clergyman and his young wife took up their residence in a small town some 20 miles from a large city. Sometime later the first baby arrived. She was a fine, healthy child and was much admired. When, as the baby grew older, the parents went to the city to do their shopping. they were persuaded to leave ' the baby in the care of a couple of sis- ters, members of the congregation. These sisters were extremely fond of the child and" claimed her presence in their home on every possible oc- casion. They were very careful aâ€" bout her. One of the sisters was rather delicate and to her fell much of the care of the little visitor; sometimes the baby slept with her. This sister, who subsequently mar- ried and had a baby of her own. died in a couple of years of conâ€" sumption, that is, tuberculOSis of the lungs. Her own little one died a few months later of brain fever. othâ€" erwise tuberculosis meningitis. The clergyman’s child grew up and throve until she was about 9 years old. On her return from school one evening, she said that she was tired. She complained of pain, first in her knee and later in her hip. She be- gan, after a few days, to limp a little so the parents sought the ad- vice of the local doctor. He was. a competent chap and after a careful examination he told the parents that their child had hipâ€"disease. Further explanation told the anxious father and mother that their beloved daugh- ter had tuberculosis of the hip-joint. The doctor applied treatment. The child was given rest; she lived out doors. She had the best of food and plenty of sunshine. , She improved, but the course of treatment was a long drawn out process. The parents torn by anxi- ety for their child, tried an irregular practitioner. The girl got worse. An abscess appeared about the affected joint. The mother and father. as they themselves confessed, were ashamed to return to their doctor. They took the child to an eminent bone and joint specialist in the city.. twatched it soar He heard their story and frankly told them that the original treat- ment was quite right. He was oblig- ed to perform an operation. a long time the little girl made a very good recovery but for some brace and to go on crutches. Now, at 17 years, a bright school-girl. she is permanently lame. Tuberculosis of _ the bones and joints is nearly always acquired in early childhood. It frequently comes from. the use of milk of tuberculous cows. It is often acquired, as this case probably was, from an open case of human tuberculosis. The story of this case teaches two lessons, both of which are firmly imâ€" pressed on the minds of the parson and his Wife. The first is the d‘ang- er of entrusting the care of a baby to sickly persons. The second is the danger of feeding a child raw milk. A third’ might well be added, namely, the folly of substituting trained serâ€" vices for those of doubtful value. Questions concerning Health. ad- dressed to the Canadian Medical As- sociation, 184 College Street, Toron- to, will be answered personally by 'letter. Phone HYland 2081 Res. Phone 9788 Johnston & Granston MANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS OF CANADIAN & FOREIGN Granite Monuments 1849 Yonge St. (east side) ' Between Mertan &‘ Balliol Sts. Open Evenings TRAVEL SERVICE: Steamship Reservations to Great Britain and the Continent. Premier service to West Indies PASSPORTS ARRANGED FOR ! Rail tickets and sleeper Reservations Can. National Station Richmond Hill Y. B. Tracy, Agent, Phone 1'69 SHEPPARD & GILL LUMBER CO. RICHMOND HILL Dealers in Lumber, Lath, Shingles Ashphalt Roofing, Gyproc Telephone 27 1 appropriate ‘ After . time, was obliged to wear a steell Sprayed the 51‘" THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO «4»... “When I take the girl here as my woman, Madre Luana, your secrets are safe." Noting the Red officer’s face as he sneered down on her mother, Maria Luana stiffened with fear. His swarthy features seemed to focus all the horrors suffered these last months. Marry my daughter in church, sen- or Captain, as her fatherâ€"God rest his soulâ€"and I were married, by a priestâ€"” Anguish gripped Maria as she saw her mother's lips tremble with palsy. From long habit the mother’s fing- ers caught at her rosary, counted the beads slowly. “Churches!” The sneer on Capâ€" tain Mendez‘ face deepened. “They 'make magnificent bonfires. Padres! | We anarchists haveâ€"as the Russians sayâ€"liquidated them.” Maria drew back as from a blow. Into her mind flashed pictures of the early civil war days. MemOries crowded her brain. Shaken by volley after volley of rifle fire she had crouched peering through the blinds hearing shouts, wild cries, groans from all the streets of Malaga. Men, nursing rifles, flourishing pistols, waving bloody hatchets rushed to and fro past her home. Up the Calle de Saltire they ran raging like dogs gone mad. Others joined them at every street corner. All surged on- ward towards the church of La Vicâ€" toria. The blasting crackling of rifle fire : rcdoubled. Carefully opening the fshuttcv's Marin could see the gay l walls of the church. The mob surg- 'ed around it. yelling defiance at its defendr-rs. From the church windows bluc rifle barrels appeared, flashed their messages of death. The men iin the street dodged into doorways, 'hid behind olive trees. Their rifles l appe“"ed, thin puffs of smoke spout- ,ing from the muzzles. i Soon as far as Maria could see lthe street was a chaos of fighting isoldiers. Never ceasing explosions Iâ€"guns. grenades, bombs â€" blasted the still air between the houses. From ltime to time this ceaseless din was smothered by the roar of distant cannon. A new noise came to her ears from the sky. A droning airplane! Maria like a silver bird. then dip above the church. Within the gloom of the tower she saw a machine-gunner shift his weapon, point its muzzle upward. She heard the rattling clatter as the gunner with bullets. Sud- denl'v a curious! blob fell beneath the airplane. Maria stared, her heart congealed. A deafening roar rocked the house, crashed the shutters a- gainst her forehead. into her eyes. again a wide gash split the wall of the church as if it were rent by an earthquake. Dust clouds.drifted laz- ily above fresh heaps of rubble. In the tower window the machine-gun- ner lay sprawled across his, silent weapon, blood pouring from his neck. The mob in the street shouted! frant- ically. Now new puffs of smoke rose from the tower. Flames licked the dim interior. Maria watched the tower become a blazing furnace. The flames threw ghastly lights on the grim faces of the men circling the church, guns clutched in their hand. A sudden shower of sparks and a stream of black-clad men, hands raised above their heads rusth in- to the street. The guns crashed on all sides...Maria sank to the floor behind the window, shivering with horror. . . Shaking her head to rid' it of these visions, Maria put an arm around her mother’s shoulder. She faced Mendez with a show of courage her thumping heart belied. “No use frightening mother, Cap- tain. I’ve said I’ll listen to youâ€"â€"” she paused, black eyes waveringâ€"4’ when this terrible war ends.” Mendez fixed nanrowed eyes on the girl. “The little Madonna of Malaga. they call you, Maria. Yet, don’t Dust whipped ; When she could see: thinkâ€"if I tell you the jefesr what I know of your familyâ€"that your midnight eyes, your moonlight skin, those red lips will save you. Ser- vants of hated aristocrats! Game- keeper to the Marquis of Darkmea- dows, your father.” Maria’s eyes fell at mention of her dead father. “Where are those aristocrats now?” Where is that feeble old Marquis?” Mendez leered. Slowly he drew a dirty forefinger across his throat. Maria heard her mother whisper a prayer. “Suppose I tell the chiefs about your brother Arturo? And a- bout. that thin pig of a sweetheart of yours, Salas? Fighting with the sin verguenza Franco. How soon then would you and your old dame be in the calaboosa. if I spilled that story?” i THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY MARIA OF MALAGA By Granville Fortesque l l l WWMM~MW<>999909999 l l j hand. l ed the girl's chin roughly between‘ his thumb and forefingtr. He pulled her face towards his. Maria felt al freezing current pass through her wins. Summoning deswrute strength she beat her clenchcl fists against the bearded cheeks. For an instant 'Mendez‘s eyes blazed. His hand flew to the pistol holstcrcd on his belt: rested there. Maria quailed'under the menace in his glance . . . . . Then Captain Mendez laughed. “Bravo! I like cats that scratch. I soon clip their claws." He turned bowing in mock courtâ€" csy to the old woman. “Adios Madre Luana.” He swung his sombrero low towards Maria. “Adios, querida min. I give you until”â€"he grinned obliquelyâ€"“Mardi Gras, to decide. You will have time to repentâ€"if you ‘ do not come to me.” Before the man‘s whistle died outâ€" side the door, mother and daughter fell in each other's arms. Sobs chokâ€" ed them both. Maria was the first to check hers. Speaking words of comfort she led her mother to her bod-room. The old! woman fell on her knees before a shrine in the corner mumbling broken prayers. Maria left her. She hurried down to the kitchen. Mardi Gras. Tuesâ€" day, and this was late Sunday. She must work quickly, she thought as she seized a loaf of bread, cut and buttered thick slices. packed trenches of ham between. She filled a can- teen from the coffee pot, gathered bits of cheese and other tidLbits. bound all in a paper parcel. She slipped through a screen hidden door. Down rickety steps she crept, knock- cd softly against a rough door. “Arturo! Arturo!" she whispered. “Es tu, hermana mia‘! Is it you. sister." a boy's voice answered. “Si. Open. It is all right.” The door opened a crack. the gloom a pincth face eagerly at Maria. “Do you think I can make a run for it today?" asked Arthur. sick of sitting in this hole. Is that pig Mendez still watching?” “No.” Maria shook her head. “He thinks you escaped with Pedro Salas.” “I wish I had," said Arthur bitt- terly. “Pedro is with the hussarsâ€"" “Here,” Maria cut him short thrusting the parcel of food into! his “Keep these. If I give you the signal you must run for it to- morrow before daylight. Mendez will not return until Tuesday. That peered will give you a day on the road' to Algerciras ” “If " Arthur Luana lifted his shoulders and let them drop in a gesture of resignation. Maria knew how slight his chances of slipping through the Red lines entrenched around Malaga. A month agoâ€"when Pedro escapedhhe might have made it. Only the Buen D'iOs know. Still he had done right. Staying to guard her and his mother during those nights of riot and bloodshed. At last Maria kissed her brother goodbye, holding back tears. “I’m ready when I get your sig- nal,” he said as she left him. A resounding “\b-o-oâ€"m-mrml” brought Maria out of her bed‘ be- fore dawn. She listened to the grow- ing whine of a shell thinking oddly of a monstrous bee darting through the sky. She heard a thunder crash, then the clatter of tumbling bricks. ‘Shev clasped her hands tight across ‘her breast. Her heart thumped. Swifth she tossed a shawl about her ‘ shoulders, pushed her feet into zaâ€" netas and ran up the narrow ladder that led to the roof. As many houses ‘in Malaga, the roof was an out- doors living room. She stared out ‘to the harbor. Dawn’s gray light flecked the waves. Beyond the Bat- teria de San Nicolas that jutted out into the silvered sea, rode three grim battleships. ' “Gracios a Dios. Thanks be to God,” Maria gasped, catching her breath. ' From the warship‘s masts flew the gold and scarlet battleâ€"flags of Spain. “Viva Espana!” Maria exulted. She turned and ran down to the cellar. A thundering salvo from the bat~ tleships accompanied her clattering heels. “Arturo!” She shouted knocking on the cellar door. “The warships. Listen, then attack.” Four detonat- ing shells exploded in the street above. “Hurry. While all is a confuâ€" sion in the city, you can surely escape. Find Pedro. Bring him here. Hurry, hurry,” she urged. Quickly the boy was ready. Kisse ing his sister warme he drew a peasant’s somlbrero down over is. eyes to hide his face. “Say goodbye to mother. Tell her I’ll soon be back.” The booming of the cannon smothâ€" ered tl‘eir farewells. Maria felt her Mendez thrust out a hand, grasp-lheart sink as she watched Arturo. From ' “Iym I, _ I l l in sle peasants scrape out into the a dawn (1:9;iiiswz ~ r mln'en light. All day long the battleships bom- ‘ Larded Malaga. The sh rc batteries l responded cannon for cannon. Other ancient guns tliunilcrid, from the walls of Cauilio (lilirif‘aro. Shells raked The pr rt. >(‘l the shipping a- fire. Hulls. masts. ri'rging. tarlaccd jdeck». fed the l'lanu Tlic flames spread to the city. While the splitt- ling steel shells ra'uul people lhid in their cellar-L. Behind the ‘ blackened walls of the sucked cathe- dral the Red battalions took shelter waiting for any fore-'2 that might debark. Towards nightfall Red air- planes dipred out to sz'z‘. Circling above the warships they dropped bomb after bomb. Maria, watching all from the roof, suffein dccp an- ; guish when she saw the ships steam lout to sea. Heart heavy, she uvcnt ,down to comfort her mother. j All night the streets were alive Ewith marching troops. Hearing the xii-amping boots, the harsh commands of officers, Maria wondered what happened. When her mother dozed‘ she tunul in the radio in its softest key. “Sevilla speaking," she heard the minimulc voice say. “Late bullet- ins from the Malaga front. The ‘froces of General Queipo do Llana have captured the village Marbella. They move rapidly on Malaga ” “Shameless liar! Liar! Iiiarl'y broke harsh voices. Maria know these were the an- nouncers in Madrid, Barcelona, breaking up the forecast. Listening lintcntly. despite the interference, she caught words: “Colonel Villabala’s cavalry column is within twenty kilometers of Mala ” The radio! went dead, leaving Maria's heart fluttering. Pedro rode with Villabala's cavalry. Maria did not sleep. Before day- light, metallic fusilades resounded throughout the city from the sub- urbs down the road from Antequera. Nearer and nearer the shots sounded till Maria could: hear amid the tu- mult new voices shouting, “Viva Es- pana! Viva General Franco!” Shc rushed to peer out the shuttered3 window. the in ‘ cuioycn yore vacashm. Mine are fine 0 ,tccchcr sed Yes he are a spcshelley SEVEN PAGE ! DIARY? Warren! ’ SLATS’ 48v Oliver N. i r l Sunday: Well. l\'l{l> how are ylu,‘ , ,, u xccpion few i draw parka Cm - , sistcn of lon mom. ‘ [garden hone and and etc. About the‘ home. Unkel Hen ' leaves it all to me. He dont want to nter fear. , Monday : g ‘- terscs 5km! tecchâ€" ‘ ler culled (in Blis- 'l'terscs Ma this a. In]. (Q they got to talkcn about Blisâ€" f tcrs & his Ma first the Icechcr isent Blisters uneck & origenal & the Bl):â€" Copper-Bearing; FENCING and; Tee-Bar Fence Posts Come in and get your season’s supply of this famous all-Cant dian fencing. Get your fence posts, too. Easy to erect, 3 Sudan in spellen. Tuesday: Got a good 1 on Pa this evning. He ast me if I cood name the 7 wanders of the world. I sed I cood name 1 of same & he sed Witch & I sed You when you were my size. He left & lookt like he‘ was thinken of them big stories he has told me. ' Wednesday: Got to monkeyen with a bumbel bee today & It stang me. But it turned out usefle as when Pa ast me do I no what are velosetey I replide & sed sure. It is what you get away from a bumbel bee with. Thursday: Ma thot she heered a‘ burgeler last nite & sed to Pa Wake . up I heer some body sneeking thru the hall. Pa sed what time are it & Ma sed 3 thirty & Pa serl Well it aint me then as I never cum in that I late. & went to Sleep agen. Friday : Ma got kinda chummiel with Pa after the supper hr. & ast] him do he love her still. I dont no sed Pa. Try it on me 8; I will see. Ma seamed to be mad (I; I xpect Pa ottent of sed that rimmark. His deâ€" plomasey needs repares & rebilding. Saturday : Well tomorro are the forth of July & I am to be careful & not blow off a finger or eye. Witch dont worrie me 1/2 as mutch as the likely hood of getting out of Fence ives endless years ol thorouin service. Strong and smart, it stands all weathers, the greatest dollar for dollar fencing value on the market today. WE SELL AND ERECT WERE FENCE NORMAN BONE Telephone 38 Richmond Hm PAINTING AND DECORATING Natural Wood Finishing, Graining, Etc. ESTIRIATES GLADLY GIV‘EN L. W. Zuefelt REASONABLE PRICES Richmond Hill Ontlrio (1. , Troops sifted down the Calle Sal- ,tirc. She saw them in the street elbow. hiding in doorways, kneeling behind trees. lying prone on the pavement, all firing their rifles in feverish haste. Bugl-es blared their strident notes unccasingly. From the i Pasco d-e Rigoâ€"th-e broad avenue stretching down the centre of Ma- lagavlllaria heard the tramp of more soldiers. A young voice comâ€" mandedl “Commence firing!" Before the rifles spoke the door of the room below burst open. Maria heard a ' string of oaths as she rushed down. Mendez, face blackened with pow- der strains and sweat, stood on the 'threshold'. Behind him a group of .Red soldiers stood surrounding a youth in peasan-t’s dress. Maria gasped. Arthur! “I’ve come- for you " Mendez " spat out a vile epithet. “Don‘t think ,you’ll get out of this. We’ll smash these rebel swine soon.” He pulled Arthur from the hands of the squad. “Meanwhile I’ve brought you a preâ€" sentâ€"a wedding present, little Ma- donna of Malaga. Here’s this bro- ther of yours. Never fear. we’ll not kill him. Oh, no. A strong boy does not die from the prick of a needle through his eyeaballs ” Maria screamed, sinking floor. !!No, no,” she cried stretching up her hands imploringly. I‘ll do any- thing " Cannon shots drowned her further pleading. New fusillades of bullets streamed against the house walls. Mendez drew a thin poignard from his belt. “Turn he used! wish to gades.” Maria screamed, caught the arm with the knife, held it fast. As Mendez struggled to throw her off the clatter of galloping horses sound- ed down the street. A medley of pistol shots and four horsemen rode among the Red squad. The Reds dropped: to the pavement, some sil- ent, some groaning, clutching breast or groin. ' Mendez whirled at the shots. Dragging out his pistol he fired. Maria struck his am. She saw one of the horsemen, take aim, fire... Pedro Salas leaped) from his horse. Maria rushed to meet him. “Dios be thanked, Pedro. I prayed you might come.” Arthur stepped forward, thumped Pedro on the back. "Hombre, if you had not come just thenâ€"“He shook his head. Pedro Salas slipped his arm about Maria’s waist. “I was coming anyrway, sweet- heart mia,” he smiled. “Still your prayers were answered. Now an- swer mine." Maria looked up into her lover’s smiling eyes, read the question there. She blushed, nod- ded. Pedro kissed her. to the n your back, you again the foul wordâ€"“unleSS you see how we punish rene- 1 fire krackers & bums & etc. befour the sclelbrashen cums to a end. Be career about that I am sayen to me. & I ripply that I will be carefle. Statistics show that the unmarried I are more likely to go crazyâ€"or mayâ€" lbe it’s being that way that keeps them single. ‘ Drive Carefully! ...,__â€"- Being in the right doesn't help your pride. Those who are young and think they are right feel just as superior. ROSE & HERMAN Barristers-At-Law 40 Yonge St., Richmond Hill Telephone 133 Office Hoursâ€"Every Monday and Thursday Afternoon and by appointment Toronto Offices: 100 Adelaide Street West HARRY R. ROSE LOUIS HERMAN TELEPHONE TALKS IN THE WATSON FAMILY “Here’s Dad, it’s his turn now ! " Friday night’s a special night with the Watsons. 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