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~~ {Self Inflicted Wound} UDE GARTHWAITE drew his .45. revolver ‘out from the nelghborhood:of his uppendix, -where he bad shoved -it in between pants Q-shirt. Long:ago he had discovered that ose army holsters were too hurd to get at luen you wore on fatrol. If they, only guve you like the Americana had, strapped to at you could feel all right, And Dude’ knew. iat the old gat would shoot, mud or no mud. Ho | jréssed the muzzle against his foot, the top part ‘his foot where all those little bones.are, and Hed tho trigger. Well, that was that, | foHe didn’t fect any pain. He hadn't expected 0: Yesterday he had seen a follow get both igs blowp off, and for five minutes the chap Kept on firing his Lewis gun without knowing shything was Wroug. He had been excited. At Yio end of five minutes he died. Garthwaite gain't excited. He tried-to twiddle his toes. and twiddied all right,’although he knew very he had no toes left—not on that foot. There ‘as i sort of numbness, that was all. j 4 form crept up beside him, one of the com ny men on the patrol. Garthwalte had no use of the company men. He belonged to the scout section, Au a matter of fact he had no use for ey more—that was why he had just ere his foot off. He was fed up, fed vo the th. “Did you hear a shot just now? voice whispered in his ear. Ph “Sure I'did,” said Dude. “I ain't de: “Where did it come from?” “From over on the left somewheres.” “It qounded pretty close.” “Ub-beb.” Do you know which way we're headed? “I'm ‘all turned round, Where are the others?” 2*I don’t know. Some of them's up aliead. There's Fritz's line, over thers where bat Clare's going up. That's oue of his Cares’ “Phe company man lay. without speaking for a ie. Dude kept thinking of bis foot, acd twid- ling bis toes. It he ever got out of thin. he'd bave a nice long trip in hospital and then a ‘court-martial for S1.W., and then nice long pell-lo jail. And bed never be able to walk right agaip. Anything was better than kooping 00 at this crazy fighting busiuess. z “Say,” whispered the company mane “yi pot to He yours. ment. “Aren't you the scout that ‘wm from battalion H.Q. “Ubshuh. Anything more you want to ask?" “Say, is it true, do you think, that Frits te gupposed to be going to attack again tornlght? Because they~ain't in shape tack. there—the retiet—" : “A hoarse. decisive whisper reached thom out f the blackness alongside, “Move up, that patrol group. It was Baird's voice. | Right, sir." mid the company mar ters | ahakily, now that oe knew where his officer was. f | a scared Keep going.” “Come on.” he whispered to Duds, and started to this legs under him. “I've got this Litch of 'p Lewis gun to drag.” he said. “Ain't this a swell war!” y Shooting Himself in Disgust & he rose partiy on bis knees a burst of machine gun bullets swept through bit ‘sank quietly to the mud again without |. Dude, tying on bis face as as sorry for the boy. And then for ayyone. Not even for himself. Baird was at bis elbow. Sure, he'd ha} “tobe poking and prying. Dude itched to sf him fimpd, eo much he hated bim. *-agoount of this officer that be’ It was mostly on flat as he} he| very much better thin—the original substance. Jot bis amashed foot and be wasnt sorry e ‘8 round out of the 45 he still held tm his hot his «not oft. "Mot altogether, but mostly. Civilian days—the law schoo! where they'd been | first days of testing out their wings in the petty | courts, before 1914—what ‘did it matter now! Baird’ had just come. up to the battalion a few He had recognized Duce and tried but Duda fellow. | “Who In it?” sald ‘the officar, feeling around | until his hand touched Dude's shoulder. “Did ‘that, burst get anybody “Got both of us sir. ‘The youug lad’s Killed, | E think. My foot's emashed. | “Oh, it's you Garthwalte.. It’s funny, to meet how about your foot, did you.say? Con 1 bandage {t for you' jo. Never mind. | Garthwatto. said sourly. fellow. pawing over him, iL, stick it a bit, then. I'll watch out for & chance to get you in. They say he's going t> attack again, If he does, keep your head. down. We won't bé able to do anything for you then." Dude lay for a long time in the darkness | atone, his teeth set against the pain that was | beginning to throb in his maimed leg. “V-hat if] Fritz should attack, as expected? He woud prob- ably get a bayonet im his back as he lay there.” A fine‘end toa career that had started off 50 well four years ago. He tried to remember himselt as he had looked. that October day.,in ‘foronts, when, in borrowed gown, he had presented him- self with the rest of his class to take his call to the bar. Gold medallist, he had bees. T3n world before him: And: then, 90 soon afterwards, the chance to enlist in a Second Divison battalion with non-com's stripes. His quick rise in rank, his‘ voyage to England as regimental sorgeant- major of his unit. A paltry quarrel, with: the adjutant—he couldn't even remember now what {t hid been about—and his decision to.revert to the ranks and go to Francs on the next daft, He'd show them that ho was no bomb-prooter, Well, he had shown them, and much they tared: ‘They had waited, those others; aod taken their training; many of his juniors tn the ser- I'won't bleed to death.” He didn't wart, this t ‘ © doubt the first thing that a logical titer: N ary foreigner would note about Hansard in his diary would be that there ts no such person, says Hugh Martin, English parlla- mentary correspondent, in Johu o” London's Woekly in an article on Hansard—the record of Houso debates. When the honie secretary ob served the other day that “if the honorable meta: ber will bé good enough to read Hansard io morrow morning ho will soe what I really did say.” he was referring the honorable meniber to the Mrs. Harris of parliamentary life. For nearly forty years there has been uo such -« rd af parliamentary proceedings as “Han ‘sard”; and, aa the honorable member must bave been perfectly well aware of that fact, no douht he read instead of “Parliamentary Debates Printed and. Published’ by His Majesty's Sta: Uionery Office.” Like mdst things that have to do with goverument tn thi® country, Hansard has broadesed down from precedent to preco dent. until ite, very name is just a shadow s tached to something very different from—and The real Hansard started in 1812, when Cho mas Cureoo ‘Hansard took over from William Cobbett the distinctly waremanerative business of {souing at rexulsr Yotervals s report of the speeches in parliament, but {t was not till seven- {teen years lnter—aimost exactly n bupdred youre EDMONTON BULLETIN Tustrated Gy A geant's méss had got commissi Bruce Garthwaite, barrister of Osgoode Mall, slogged through the mud with rations and bombs, swore, swilled rum, grew” eoarse-skinnod d.coarseminded- for month after month as a} private in the scout section, They had called | him Dude at first, because he was a smart sol- dier, And the name had persisted even tier the smartriess had long disappeared. Until, finally, he had quits Yes, he ‘was a quitter. Baird, who hadn't enlisted until the war was half over, would get ‘ited pteriopsly eae Same hero, “Right sow he w d somewhere herding along his little patrol, guarding the battalion sector against the menace of a further German’ attack that might turn Vimy Ridge if it got uncer way within the next bour or so, Baird would ve @ hero—Garthwalte would go to prison. Ha knew only too well that any doctor could spot that font of his for @ salt sated, wound. ; Ha: Rant even bothered to) take: ordinary precantions against powder-burn. He had been ‘too fed up. The Sound of a Mad Thing FTER all, what did it matter? Frite would win, anyway. You couldn’t stop him, now that: Russia had quit. They talked abeut the Americans—hell!’ ‘That was all just tile You might just as well be In prison as out, with Fritz a winner, Trying to stop an army with a patrol of fourteen men—it was laughable. Dude Gurthwaite came fo himself’ with a start: He had been dozing: It must be bis leg. Lose of blood made people dopey. he remembered. ‘And there was a baze of gas in the air. It must ‘be near dawn, then. As he mechanically clipped: the nose piece of his gus mask on, and gripped the breather with his teeth, he reulized that the air gbove was filled with shell‘fire. A tarrage. Fout or five feet away from him lay the body of the company man, crumpled over his Lewis gun, A couple of ammunition carriers that the boy had been totitig looped over his shoulder lay “JAMES LH. ° PEDLEY. Wynne Crarke ‘He peered into the greyness- ahead where in the gathering Ught forme now seemed te. leap up everywhere. Tt wae the attack. me his SUL.W, He felt a padden desire to get that Lewis gun, to {it a magasine Ont, to be ready for Fritz, He moved to-get up, bt ped short with a cry of pain, His leg—It was sudaenly on fire, pricked with a thousand needles, throbbing like én aeroplane engine, Again be lay still, Tt was the first moment of dawn. Over behind Doual somewtere the ua. would be rising—a motst, warm, April sun, Duda looked agound lim. He was in a sort of trench, He had not known that before. The parapet of this o} : bitten trench had Qalf fallen in ages ago. mak: Ing a sloping bank where a man could !te com fortably. ‘There was a good fleld of fire for seventy-five yards {g front—right up to.tve ruins of Neuville Vitasse. If be could only get that Lewis gua! ‘What a hope. with only half your. foot sett and the rest of it just a tangled jelly of socks, bones, leather and litte red driblets Itke you ‘used to see coming out of the mincer, xt home, on Saturday morninga! ‘The. artillery. tire Gverhead got hotter and hotter, It was mostly, one: from east to west. Frits. had probably gassed out. most of the 5.0.8, batteriesas umial.: Aud now a new sound came rasbing through the alr, cutting: the air into streaks and circles, the sound of a mid: thing let loose upon the world. Dude knew that sound, and he dug hia fingers tuto bis cars, It was the sound of whizs-bang shells fired at point- blank rage skipping along the ground in mad gyrations, like a fiat stone akips along the sur. face of a pond. Dude knew what that meant— tactics conceived out of utter recklessness on the Bart of the Boche or utter confidence in his ability to break through. And if he did break through, what would happen thea? Arras must tall, Vimy Ridge and Notre Dame de Loreite (the strongholds of the mine country, hard-won in 1916 and 191). must pass into bis hands, France would be broken on the wheel. ‘Somewhere behind, Dude knew, troors were marching through the dawn to take up the @efence position in front of Telegraph Hili ia own unit was jst.» fringe, ‘masking the ‘approach of the others. A night or so.ago, Dude could not remember just when a whole diviéim had been disorganized in the back areas around Aubigny, Bungled orders had been: responsible, for that, due probably to the work of spies. Some: battalions had marched north towards Bethune, others had, been: taken in lorries down Albert way. : In the morning the divisional commander had been able to locate only three of his bat‘le unlig. the field’ artillery up in line with the tafantry, | - thie? other two, had been sent ta by forced marches to fake over this part of the line from thé remnants of a British division tat nad been fighting retreat actions for a week. Coriing 1 they had passed ttle knots of these fellows, ragged and husgry, who had given a weak cheer at the sight of the relieving troops. And now Dude was on the very fringe of this fringe ‘Along with Baird and twelve others be was to be sacrificed to gain a Little (Ime for the march+ ing units miles behind. One of the twelve men, at least, had already made the sacrifice. Tue corpae-out there in front testified to tha: * Am to the rest, he-knew*nothing. And it was just at this crisis that he, Dude Garthwalte, had quit, He ground his teeth with mortitieatton, The Whites of Their Eyes jawn grow something with: more definite than tose of. the mud «bith Whatever it was, it moved, it w wards him from the cast. mud-encrusted .45 from under him, and waited. “It they come ono at a time I'll get a ¢ them ‘before they get me, sélt. He waltéd, There wi a bullet tll he could be certain of a kil of their eyes? toyrards the shell holes “Hoy, Baird, what's 01 ud. “Let's get. out of here,” he said hoarsely. “What about the ‘rest of them?” T-don't know. was ta Boat gant stand k—~ > He “Come here.” shouted Dude. Baird cursed bim. “I tel you they're coming, I saw them. IV's every man for himself now, “Come here,” shouted Dude arain his revolver. yellow swine!” Baird laughed wildly. “You might as well do it as one of thom, covering him with the revolver. ~ *Ldropped mine dost it.” “Can you handle a Lewis gun?” said Garth: waite, Baird stammered confusedly. Then, noticing for know you were stuck. Here, hag on to me, Til get you back in. We might make it.” ‘He pot ‘a hand on Dudi second time th pain, thrust him prt, beside him, Dude hnd forgotten for the moment ‘The subscription was’ five guineas a. yea the reporting pretty bad.» Speeches wore roughly summarized, and mintaters of the crown looked askance at the whole business of publicity and record. Nothing could flivstrate more vividly tho rapid change that has come over our outlook. tp such matters thau.an opinion expressed on'y {itty years ago by Mr. Speaker Brand, in evi- dence before a sclect committee on the report ing of parliament. Any official report, observed the Speaker, was to be deprecated, because it would bind ministers down to authoritative statements which might afterwards be" incon- venlently quoted against them, og It is not, therefore, to be wondered at tant the battle for a really competent, reliable, 95% vent, state-tecognized Hansard was long and itt. For ten years after Mr. Speaker, Brand's Incredible dictum parliament went ou: dealing out nlggardly doles for the aupport of an inst!- tution of which it was half-ashamed, watil to 1889 the Hansard family very wisely cle@red: out of the business. Ip twelve months the new firm—tho Han sard Publishtng Unton, of notorious memory-- went bankrupt, Jeaving the oldest and greatest tegislative agsembly in the world tn an absurdly undignified position. Yet the wall of prejudice against official, publicity was still unbreached. | seo—tiat the first Issue appeared ander the 1a mortal title, “Hansard’s Parllamentary Debates.” Hansard continued to muddle on for years on- Dude's battalion had been one of these, and, with ni / dor a system of contract reporting. Every other | important’ parliament had its official staff of reporters, but not til! 1909 was the mother of them all'able to make up her mind to adopt s0| since when no parliament hax possdssed a more perfect machine for recording the wit and (he revolutionary “a echeme. ‘Mr, Gladstone, be it remembered, had never admitted. a single volume of the distrusted ro ports to the sacred shelves at-Hawarden. Dis raell, while recommending the study of the ro rants for parliamentary honors, ex: I ‘Why, Hangard instead bf being: the Delph! of Downing St. is the Dunciad of polt: tice.” In later years Mr. Balfour talked about “the unfathomable bog of Hansard,” and asked: “ie there any man whose tastes are so unnatural nd take down a volume of Hansard for Rie recreation?” : Even when, tn 1908, tt became. evident -that something must be done, an. intelligent man ke Mr: Balfout was otill able to misapprebend eo completely the true purpose of a record: ot parliamentary debate sia t aay to's committes of investigation: “Nothing that government can do of course will induce a newspave editor to overload tila ‘paper with mat ‘whieh he thinks the public do not desire to have, All wo can do ts to make it as easy as possivle for those newspapers which do desire to give = Good account of our proceedings to obtain mi per ‘of such an account-cheaply and scour ately.” ‘Craw! outethere and et me that. Kun, sald. “We're staying here.” Old Hansard—The Ghostly Gossip of Parliaments tion of an editor, were appolmed by both Houses, dreariness and the drivéi, that te) ‘The aim of the modern Hansard is, in short, irl wl to produce not a phonographi¢ but a. journalintic er ie: record, and the staff accordingly consists of men with a t istic tral usually old Press and the news agencies. The House of ts worked by twelve reporters and the Hoane of Lords by efx, taking notes in turn tor trom. {ve to fifteen minutes, according to the natura ofthe business. Perhaps the® most’ wonderful thing ‘Hansard is the fact that membere of Pariiamen receive thelr coples—free and post tree—by the firat post on the morning following tha debate, ‘OF at least all that part: of the took piace’ before’ 11.30 p.m. “Copy” ts eent ii batches from Westminster ta the Of the. gas-mist and the hazy ight of shape hardly depressions of this rain-blotted No Man's Land. contig’ to ‘Dude picked up aly wot he muttered. to him- no use in wasting What ‘was that he used to hear about aceing the whites ‘The Boche shelling had died down, New he could seo distinctly thatvit was a man crawting It was Baird. Dade waited tilt he came opposite, then yelled at, hii. ‘Then Raird saw him. The otdiver's tary Was mear_ho' white and tense, what you could see? it for One of our sbelis—I guess it pt on crawling towards bis own lines, He raised plug you it you don't, You sald. But he'stopped. and crawled towards the bit of trench where Garthwaite lay motionless, the mud,” sald Baird, “1 ne. hist ‘exclaimed, “{ didn shoulder, far the night. But Dude, wining with Nevertheless, the battle.was Won. Official staffs 6t shorthand writers, each wadgr the dicee bate which inting works “Aare you crazy? We ba’ tell you.” “Got fe that gun. Avd. the ammunition.” ‘There was nothing to do bat obey, with the barrel of the 45 against his ribs, Baird grimaced, but he, elimbed out fo where the Lewis gun Jay, masked by threstitfened body of a man fu khakl. Ina moment he bad. propped it up on its tripod on the front edge of the bit of trench, and Dude bid taken tho well-remembered grip on.the stock. ‘There was.a magazine ox the post. He drew back the cocking handle. “Get: these mage out of their cases and pile them beside me,” he ordered. “How many are 7. Four? ‘Phat means about two hundred ‘and fifty roupas, coubting the ones on the gun Ho peered into the graynosa ahead, where, 11 gathering Higbt, leap up everywi tl somewhere not far off a rifleshot rang ont, and ‘a moment Jator tie heard s scream pf agony ox some creature, probably ‘already maimed 1 himself, took the bayonet, the reward of bis last brave effort. : Dude braced himself for what. must bapyen. "Here, Baltd,” be sald, “take my gut. Don't waste your fire, Save one for yourself 1f you Ike. Til take mine whatever way it comes.” He: must keep themvout of bombing range, be kept saying to himself. Out ot bombing range. No fire tll they were forty yards awa: sould make the rounds opunt.. The whites at thelr eyes—tunny haw you always thought of that old tag about the whites— No Quitter in a Real Pinch Ras ‘Hip first touch on triggar. ‘That was the Wanting.to-scream with pain, he swung the stock of the Run tround and fired another burst this time over fo hin left. Caught by this fire trom close quatters the German line-stopped for a moment, (The ment took Cover, Just a moment, to noe what they were up against. You didn’t walk Vigly late: eepelie dene net Jt 308 could elp Hts Dud@ Garthwaite pressed his cheek’ against the. butt of the gun. “He was listening. Some: wheresohind him men must be getting into pocl- tion. /Why weren't the Vickers firing? : Had they Gecided_ut the Inst moment, to abandon the Ridge? He didn't want.to think. Anyway. he didn't havé more than'a moment before targets showed up again, “And now a rain of ritie bullets was streaking the aff, lose down to the ground, searching out his Mee west. None.of them came ver. : ; Evidently they had not made him out as yet, Just a Jittie drab blotel) against the earth. and the gun barrel spouting. Now he felt ao more pain, as be swung hig gon from side to side, dropping a man of so with every. burst. They wou|d-soon creep round bia flanks, he know; now je time to get in his work, ing Gow! those gray-conted figures that kept popping up ft front of him in blobs of three. or four. It -was only a minute of:s0 be.cowld hold out, bat a minute.oF so: wight balp.tbe fellows back there. He pressed tl a weal ctick—th : instinctively for thé man terlde him to reload, but Batrd was not there. Yellow, miuttere1 Dude. Yellow to the last. Awkwardly he changed maga ‘ainés, Whew he looked along the barre! he knew that everything was over ing him. Twenty or more of them. They were making for his right flank, and he couldn't get the gun around to ngage. theme. And Batra, the swine, bad taken hiss46-and best tt. Revolver, ahets rang out‘just ahead of him, on his. right, “It was Baird they were vuching! Baird, kneeling ing, bit of a hole. that hardly hid: lm from. the ‘waist down, firing into the group of Germans who had sprung-forwerd wilh {bayonets lowered, In a flash uoderstood why the rifle th him. Baird Tmust have drawn It off, popping up here there to distract the attention of the Getmans. And now Baird was finished. Baird'a. revoly old then ior trice, “While Dude tugged at the he saw his officer surrounded, saw him go down, But Boy ‘ne bad his gun aligned Burste to. the blob us red Boch ‘gathered around: Based’ til au eal ‘es body. He made ira of ih to” the place of that momentary resistance, And then be faced his fromt.egain, ons now ot concealment, fighting bis“ gua. ‘all he was) worth to wa t got a minute, Tast few th Sie ‘Twice the nervesplittisg burn of # ba | racked him—onea tt was his cheek, one cutting ‘a furrow along his back, nerved the gun. As he changed maguzines once mors, & ){snifle came to his bloodless lps. for ‘bebind his he sensed a sound: that was sweeter tha a8y music be had ever beard=-the sound of Vici ‘of ‘Telegraph ti ‘The ulr was suddenly Cull of the clatter f Wher For Dude Garthwalte, things seemed to away Into a dream. Fis cheeke slipped (rom butt of the gun, ‘slipped Into the mud. woere lay quietly, He did mot! see the Germans Ing towards him with bayonets lowered and oak lets epittiog from the mussles of their Ma rifies. Asprawl-in the mud he was past .’oune past feeling, and his lips kept mura mechanteally, as in a dream, the word idn’t quilt.” (Ooprright by Star Newspaper Gorrie? ECHO ANSWERS “WHO” ‘A COCKNEY was given i Job ons farm durles the ummer months. On the first night he was returaing! som tbe ‘Of the stationery office near Waterloo Bride, | fields with a native when, as they passed © And a apecial post-office van calls for the bi paper-covered royal octavo booklets in the small ‘boure of the mornitig, long’ after the ordinary post his gone cut. For the tard is on sale for oon as the stationery office depot is open. ral pudile tia few pence in Kingsway ut clump of trees, there onane’s auaden bbatr-rateles oot, - A PAGE MURDER SUSPECT BETANED BY POLES After ‘Four Children Were! Found Dead,in » Shed tol ne sped Injured in Head When Try-| Life wrested Bid Pei a ‘wo of the four ehildrea who wer yourdered homtord. Gray was first sean in George atreet,| ireein — Of Det.-Conatadse| three walked to. clone to the rail ion, for assistance the pelted station, NO DEMONSTRATION, was no démbnatration,. Gray, Who idolized his children, was} inst Joa He had recetved serious head infur being knocked ere. “The dead-children wore” ee Moreen} wed $ 1-2, and Peggy McDaniels, iiged 21.2, iceman, ved in| tela ‘Cloud, Hainault-road, Romford: irs. | Mo-| SEARCH. Gray. dragmea searched ‘barns and spies A similar search. made of don bythe Wiyiag. Squad and tose The bodies, shed, were laid out as lable, it the the home of Aft. ‘MeDenielee Minister's Suggestion _is| |. cSRot"\ Al ge throw: it by the Bi. aliens pinion ty, ine ing to Save a Woman's ‘The Romfo (Eusex) police have! covered: in @ ahed near) lomferd, P. C. Woodman, who! Gray made wo and tho) coset ‘Btation, where the| offleers phe ‘A big crowd aasembled, but there ‘ischarged frome mental home early cs in trying to save @ woman from| Owen Gray, ed 6 1: Y aged. 2" 1; Peter McDaniels; Gray, kat: ‘Col eee Om Romford, Daniela wan a alster of Mrs, Gray, neya over & wide atea. of pollee, hich were found jal, with “hands are Greeted by-Cries of shop of. London over the . iom ‘has been taken up by. the| Property ‘Onaers’ Protection Assools- H, Gritfin,. th it, al menibere of ihe association ware ete ‘aa mich concernéd as the in) the solution. of the houein | a auite as -and_ more] competent 1a, asalet in doing’ mo, ‘The Rey. J. B. 1. Jellicoe, ehalr- man of.the ‘Bi, Pancras House Tm provemant Soclety, who sald he Mr, Jeliicos spoke ail the windows acaae ad lines gone. i al 3G? . ting” trom the religious the re view; I look at it from Pas ? ey = Sa 3os. 4!
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