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That's Hov They Told 3t To Me By WILLIAM C. RICHARDS ful philosophy. Such an affliction usually brings depression. "Terrible thing for women. Can't get hats to fit them, or shoes, or gio.

Any enlargement of the pituitary Is likely to press on the optic nereS ani cause blindness, sometimes totally, sometimes only in the nasal side of eari and sometimes only on the temporal side. The aiaeshow barker was hardly impressive. "And these people," he said, indicating four sillies whom my doctor put down as idiots, "come from the Interior of Africa, and have been authenticated by a noted doctor of theology of Watklns Glen, N. On ono platform wa the man eight feet, two a great black, with hands reminiscent of castor oil leaves. Another tall boy seven feet, six.

The "homeliest woman In the world who won the l.OdO-pounds contest in London to determine the homeliest woman in the world." "Actually, an observed the doctor. He pointed to the woman's enlarged hands and feet, thick skull and protruding chin. "You see a lot of them In the movies," he said. "I ou'g "Well, possibly. Certainly, you can spot them.

All have the same expression and same The cause? Usually a tumor of the anterior lobe of the pituitary. THE BIG TOP is. Icing its alliie. It tna re that we arc getting older. Adulthood carries punishments.

Many illniins hae met with violence and hecn mij-planted by muiic dull refinement. One nilil we went to the Hayenltci'k shuw. AYe talked with acrolat, animal tr.i;''"-. the. circus ductr.

and a peciali-t in medicine who unit with u. We ran down clues and di-coered: First, ilutl nnia bo no longer run away will rlrcuses. They don't even try tt. the in)all hoy Isn't even perm tied to wafer the elephant any more. the beau' eons lady ho once headed the grand parade In chariot of gildpil elegance has been pushed far back In the Mne by motor car companies.

Fourth, we now Know that the sideshow freaks which Just grew like Tnpsy, we thought, In those das when we were Nothing can be done for a patient unless the trouble is caught early, yi-v then can be restored by the removal of the tumor. The pituitary regulates a lot of things. How many science doesn't know The anterior lobe has to do with the development of secondary sex such a man's beard. "Those two fat women," the doctor went on, "belong to a group of disorders. Due to underactivity in the posterior lobe.

Usually runs in Note that the feet and hands are small and that the fat does not become abn 'a-'i until slightly above the knee and the elbow. About the only thing for them -j is to Join a circus. Dieting will do them no good. "The thin man 1 Just a varie-r hyperactivity of the anterior Io'Vh Ing the time he was growing. Giant- a-, seldom strong but they have great age.

Have a tendency to diabetes Pituitary extract was recently d'M ed by a Parke-Davis scientist Into two hirmone. One stops hemorrhas a( birth; the other regulates the enrr-ar. of water between the blood and the body cell. lfss the explorer for trnth, represent only some acrobatic on the part of the pituitary gland. "Too dangerous," said the circuit doctor We had asked him if kids mill tried to run off with circuses.

"Too dangerous for circuses. The police would be on us In a minute. We don't put anyone on the rayroll who is less than 18. "But surely," we initiated, "there muri be a kid here or there who trie to run away with the circus." 'We haven't seen a punk in to yearn, have we, Joe?" the doctor asked the press aaent explained the press agent, "Is a cirrus term for kids of any kind. Circus folk call children, baby camel or no strength at all, really.

"You see. the bones can get any longer. The long bones of the artr.s and leg have what are called eplthyses, one at. each end, and the shaft of the long bone and the little end piece are separated by cartilage when you're gn.wiBC, That cartilage I where the bone grow in length. They ossify at different ass.

The last to ossify is the femur In your leg. when you're 20 or 21. "If acromegaly sets in before the eplthyae have ossified, we get a ei-m. The last bone ossifies Just about the time the pituitary cease its growth funmnn. A giant's bone may ossify at the same time, but his pituitary ha been over active In his early years.

That account for nia abnormal height when he 'n 21. At 35. It may start in again. The bones can't get any longer, although the Met and fingers do for some unknown reason. Consequently, they get heavier, resulting in the protuberant, jaw, the enormous hands and feet, and the bulging hoad" I dropped the doctor into a cistern on the way out of the tent.

He wasn't much fun anyway, a you can see. "The pituitary gland," the physician lectured, "is r'ht about here," pointing to almost the exact middle of the head, "In a bony depression; and right under the cerebral hemisphere. The anterior portion of the gland regulate the growth of bone, and that part of its function cease at the time of adolescence. In acrogemaly, this function agala etart up and the bones start to grow again. "Only certain bone grow in length, however the finger and toe.

The hands, feet, jaw and bone of the skull become thicker and stick out. There are several causes, but the usual one I tumor. It the trouble begins while a person 1 growing, you get a giant; if after bone growth ceases, you have an acromegalic like this woman. "My hospital gets about one a year. There 1 an interesting school teacher in a neighboring town who la a sufferer.

She went to see Pushing, of Harvard. (Har. vey Cushlng. surgeoo-tn-chlef of Peter Bent Erlgham hospital and the last word on pituitary disorder.) Cushlng' principal problem was to create in her a cheer- THE dingy looking colored man on the they talked of communism and I want-Interurban was submerged In a book. to find out." babv elephant 'punk'." nee.

everything wasn't so strict in the old days." said the doctor. "The runk could be used for waiter, usher, etc. The circuses got them to work for nothing and that wa a saving, also." No circus It without Its own sprinkling cart today. Hydrants are plentiful. Why run the risk of having some small boy hurt when a half dozen tubs can be filled by hope for the elephants In no time? The hose work much faster thrm any pop-eved small hoy.

The sprinkler lo makes the round of the lot to settle the dust between the afternoon and night performances. "You've heard the story about Prince, haven you? It was wired all over the country," said the press-agent. We hadn't hoard the story of Prince. Prince Is one of the lions and Clyde Beally's pit. Beatty is the young man who goes Into the cage and treat the big cat a though they are rabbits.

For a Hon. Prince ha developed quite an affection for Beatty through the ears. In Kokmio, early In the reason, a tiger made for the trainer at rehearsal. It jumped him before he had time to square himself. The tiger was no more on Beatty, however, than a great brown body- hot through the sir.

Prince was going Into the attack In defense of his trainer-friend. One of his forepaws slashed -the tiger's throat, and the striped cat forgot Beatty pronto. "But our understanding wa that a tiger was superior to a Hon in a fight?" we said. "I dunno," the press agent shook hi head. "I know that when Prince and the tiger were separated, the tiger had a gash In her throat ten inches long, and had to be taken out of the act until It healed.

We were afraid If we let her Into the cage for the act. the puolic would Jump us for being inhuman. Lucky break I got on that one. Two newspapermen happened to be at the rehearsal and faw It. Imagine me trying to place that story if they hadn't been.

No city editor would have believed me." The creamy circu lady she wa peach-colored when we were younger (we always Imagined then that when angels met her, they lunk down side streets embarrassed at their own shoddines) has a new seat. It Is no longer In front. Is It our imagination that her ri'tlles look a bit splotchy ow and her a hit crumby? Childhood seraphs get seedy with the year. Sne ha been moved, the circus lady, and up ahead big tuislness. hes a new racket.

A shiny sedan lead the parade around the grassy eotitfe. Later. II brings In the star lion-tamer and the man who is to be shot out of a cannon, and the other head-liners so they make a how before they begin their stunting. An advertising racket. Cost the automobile compimy I30.IIW to 150,000 for the season At the local showing, two cavs were exhibited on a pint in the center of the animal cages.

Possibly this is high pressure stuff, but why I or anyone should run right down to huv the srme sort of car simply because the lion-lamer used one for hi entrance Is one for the book. Contracts for not season, I understand, call for preferred positions for miniature auto shows on the midway. "And Dreiser? You like him?" She nodded. She dashed away to shout at the cook. "Ye.

He tell you what is bad about It and what I good." Some other errand engaged her. "I like to go to Russia." "To live?" we asked. "No," she said. She frowned slightly. "I don't think I would like to live in a country where everybody was on one level." An old, old human frailty.

Must have someone to look up to, as well as someone else to look down upon. Hero-worship, with a bit of envy, and condescension. PROBATE JUDGE EDWARD COMMAND attended a funeral the other day. 'When the services were over and he reached the sidewalk, he found that his automobile had been towed away. Former Police Commissioner Wllllsm J.

Rutledge also was at the funeral service. Eddie went over to him. "Bill." asked Command, "have you any Influence with the police?" JOURNEY'S END "The acromegalic can be spot'H mile off. Put a Finnish and a Malav acromegalic side by side and youd ttiit'k they were brother," the doctor repeated a we stood In front of the woman." "Notice the number of them on the screen. They are chosen usuallv t0 play brute roles.

They look very As a matter of fact, they probably have Instead, the rap produced a stranse found. It developed that the tender right foot wa made of wood, customer had been hoaxing. and the XJIGHT club habitues have discovered 1 a new place to go when the dance lights go out, and even before. The Tom Thumb golf courses are getting them. Nothing now to see taxis swing up to the miniature courses between 1 and 2 a.

m. and deposit boisterous loads of chiffon and dinner coats, Can't be selling very much In the chifcf nowanights, for you can't be woozy and do much to chip shots. Idle taxi drivers, too, have taken up the sport, filling the courses after making the late haul Understand former Mayor John Smith a large piece of these out of door courses. Interesting Item In Fargs, N. new paper: "Everett, N.

June 7 Orviile Jonet, son of Ed Jones, went to the home of Mr, Oscar Janes, a widow, to day and took what she claims was her piano." 1 Continued from Page One. "Why do you say that?" he quietly. "Well, damn It, it's just the nattinl thing to say about Stanhope." He looked urlously at Csborne. and changed hi? lone. The slight bitterness which al ways gave an edge to his voice w-hen he referred to Stanhope -who, despite his drink, was so damned capable diP-ip peared for a moment.

"Prior old mm' It must be pretty rotten for you, heins his second In command, and you surh a quiet, sober, old thing." "When 1 want your sympathy, 111 for It," said the other, with unusual asperity. "He's a long way the best rom pany 1 ommamler we've got." "Oh, he's a good rhao, I know. Bit I never did see a youngster put awjv the whisky he does. The last, time fe were out resting at Valenne he rae in supper with us, and drank a vv't bottle in one hour fourteen minute" we timed him." Osborne made a texture of What did these fellows know of Slrn hope? There was that, time up in the nalient, when the company had beep gassed to blazes near Hill 60, and Stan hope wa laid out with treiicb fever The men were nervous, and grurnhMcc because as soon as they reached Dirke busch huts for a rest, a new order cht. for them to go back to the tranche? The doctor had ordered Stanhope to rn down to hospital, but when the men fill in to move off up to the line again, ther was Stanhope on his horse, dete-mlcel to go with them.

For nearly three yea-' he had stuck it from eighteen to twetif-one and these other fellows, who can ar went in the space of a few month? or so, filled him with drink in order i make fun of him. Osborne turned upon Hardy angrily. "Yes, I suppose you all thought I' amusing to cheer him on, encourage bit1 to drink more. Just because he's stuck it. until his nerves have got battered to bits, he's railed a drunkard! And make a Joke of it!" "Oh, here, 1 say!" protested Hardy "Don't take it like that.

Don't get shirty He's not a drunkard; Just a just a hard drinker. You can't help somehow admiring a fellow who can get throuch a bottH like that, and then pick out his own hat all by himself and walk home. Of course you're biased you have to put him bed when he gets there." "Don't be an ass. That's got nothine to do with It. There isn't a man to touch him as a commander of men.

He'll com mand the battalion one day if. "Yes, interrupted Hardy, with a laugh. Csborne had recovered hi norma! calm. It wasn't any good arguing with a chap like Hardy. "You don't know him as 1 do," he said quietly.

"I love that tellow. I'd go to hell with "Oh, you sweet, sentimental old darling!" "Come along. Finish handing over, and stop blithering." Hardy remembered that his b' ni'i he out 'he fr nl rnlinneH on Pae F.irh. AN ad' ed" advertisement under "Help Want- In the esteemed Hichland Parker: "LADY wishes youth a companion to drive car; no remuneration, but good times, such as picnics, parks, etc. Glendale, apartment 110." If only there was the promise of a pony cart Elchelberger Gold Medal for 1930 for outstanding achievement in the field of human endeavor awarded to Radclyffe Hall for her book.

"The Well of Loneliness" Donald Ogden 8tewart' play "Rebound" In New York. Stewart told by doctor to lake a rest because of low blood pressure. John Wagner, reporter, earned his way through school by shining shoes. One gentleman daily warned him against hurting his right foot, and John made It a point to handle that tender foot with gloves. One day he accidentally brought hi brush down hard on the foot.

Expected the customer to Jump out of the chair. pointed residence, the servant and slg nalers sleep in there, through the hoi" to the left. Two offlcrs sleep here, and three more through that, hole to the right. Gravel soil, a large garden, and the most commodious living rooms In the sector. All yours, my boy, and I'll throw in the pictures for nothing." He re pented quickly of his generosity.

"All except this one," he added, and carefully unpinned from one of the wooden props a picture from La Vie Parislenne, showing an unusually roguish-looking damsel In considerable trouble with her skirts In an unruly wind. He folded it with unwonted neatness anil care, and put it in the pocket of his field message book. Osborne wandered round the dugout to take stork of It. It was good, as dug outs went, but dirtier than either he or Stanhope would like. "Is this the best bed?" he prod ding the wooden frame covered with wire netting on which Hardy was sitting.

"No, that's ray bed over there," the other said. And he went on to explain that the others in the farther dugout fcere not so satisfactory, since the wire netting had gone in places, and a fellow could only keep in one of them by hanging his arms and legs over the side. "Don't hang your legs too low, though," he advised, "or the rats gnaw your boots." "Got many rats here?" Hardy reflected for a minute "I should say, roughly, about two million. But then, of course, I don't see them all A subaltern in his company came down to announce that the men were all ready to start down the line, and Hardy hurriedly pulled on his boot. "Carry on," he ordered the officer.

"I'll be up in half a Jiffy." Then he turned to Osborne. "Well, thaf's all right. Isn't it?" he asked. "I think i ll be going." "But don't you want to see Stanhope?" Hardy made some excuse about having to get down with the company. Then he gave It up and grinned in his disarming way.

"I don't specially want to see him," he admitted. "He's so fussy about the trenches and 1 expect they are rather dirty. He'll be on at me for hours if he catches me. Here's a list of trench stores If you really feel you've not done your duty of 'taking ver" properly. There's 115 rifle grenades 1 shouldn't use them if I were you; they're pretty rusty.

Then there's 500 Mills bombs, 3t gum boots. "That's 17 pairs." "Oh, no: 25 right leg nd 9 left le? But everything's down here. I didn check it when I took over, but I think the sergeant major did, so it's quite all right." "I don't wonder you don't want to see Stanhope," commented Osborne grimly, as he accepted the tattered list of trench stores, with its stains of cocoa and candle grease. Why couldn't one get angry with Hardy? he asked himself. "By the way, how is the dear boy?" inquired Hardy when S'anhope's name wa mentioned.

"Drinking like a fish as usual?" Perhaps one could get angry with Hard---. Whs' tbe deuce did he mean, tm- tfdv rreat.jre ih.3t he va criflizirg a feijp j-tnpoc-e? He never lifted his eyes. We looked over hi shoulder. The book was Smith' "Wealth of Nations." The little waitress in one of those roast-blff restaurants scoured round for a newspaper for me the other day and couldn't find one to break the gap between the giving of my order and the delivery of it. A waitress of classic prettlness, she Is, without any manufacturer's aids.

On the olive and only 19. "1 cannot find a paper, but" Bhe hesitated "I have a book If you are interested in Russia." She produced a copy of Theodore Dreiser's book on Russia. "Are you Russian?" "Lithuanian." "How did you get interested in DreUer?" "1 have communist friends. I'm not one. How do you pronounce that word? We call them communlstl.

Well. I did not know exactly what they meant when nings, and of the mornings, when misery filtered into his brain as the daylight filtered into his dingy hotel bedroom. So he rode, a morose figure, at the head of his company, towards the firing line. PART II. i CHAPTER XII.

Stanhope stood In the alcove made by a small dugout, the roof of which had been destroyed by a shell, and watched the men as they filed in from the communication trench. "Number One platoon to the right; Numbers Two, Three and Four to the left," the sergeant-major ordered from time to time, and the file of tired men went right, or left as though they were taking part In some ludicrous folk dance. It had been muddy on the way up, and many of them had slipped and slithered until they were plastered with caked earth that, cracked as they walked. Private Donovan, of course, was one of them, and, as the sergeant-major pointed out to him with a peculiar and enviable bluntness of language, he had managed, as he always did, to get the muzzle of his rifle choked with mud an offense which, in the eyes of authority, was very nearly a crime. The men, laden with packs, equipment, bundles of firewood, greatcoats, boxes' of ammunition, sheets of corrugated iron, and piles of new sandbags, pushed their way along the narrow trench, past, the company they had to relieve.

This company was impatient but cheerful, since it had every prospect of four days' "rest" four days of parades, rifle and kit inspections, and route marches, but relieved and made glorious by ample leisure for sleeping and loafing around in idleness. company, on the other hand, was In a bad temper, for the communication trench had been kept in bad repair, and the whole place was dirty and untidy. "I'll bet it's Hardy's company," Stanhope grumbled to himself. And. sure enough, down in the dugout.

Osborne was "taking over" from a red-faced, cheerful looking captain who, as be gossiped, held a large sock to dry over a candle flame. He was a slap-dash sort of man who had never believed in neatness and tidinms at home, and could not agree with commanding officers out in France who looked upon these quail tics as all-important. He a'gued. and with a certain amount ot ra5on. that his men would fight if and whfn they got a chance, and that nothing else mattered So while Osborne tried to "take over' in the approved s'yle.

Hardy offered him whisky, whistled a new tune he had picked up on leave, and continued to dry his tock with an intentness which seemed to indicate a belief that even the war was an affair of only secondary importance. "You'il excuse my sock, won't you?" he asked, remembering bis manners. "Certainly. It's a nice-looking sock." "It is ra'ber. ian't it? One of Sifter Susie's-guaranteed to keep th fet i that if fcrm SO do'rj tt afked rre to rorne and take was rnmothtng rather appealingly weak ahmit Hihbert.

"ou had no right to do that, and if you try again, 1 shall tell the captrln." mademoiselle, we shall be eff in half an hour to the trenches, You might be nice to me a hit." T'ie appeal, dictated by his own fears ol th-" future, was not without its effect on She had seen so am-hvl-nces driven past the estamlnet In last three and a half years. It fpcTed to her that she could hard'y re- mpr'ber the time when the guns were not "owling away In the east, when the sky was not lit up by the trench when wounded men were not rr ucht dow'n the road on their way to Im- pital. She had had so murh longer cxperlegce of war than this pale-faced voung officer in front of her. "All ripht," said said; "we'll forgt about it. But yon musn't begin again." And she held out her hand.

Hibbert stood motionless for a moment while a struggle proreprler) Inside him. He wanted to shake hands with her In a friendly way; she had been frank and decent, and tt would he nice to leave hpr with the feeling that he had "played the game." Rut her bare arms were so damnably attractive and the lines of her body so provokinsly alluring. Before she could gues his intentions he had his arms round her and was kissing her violently "Ah Zut, alors! ca e'est trop fort!" (struggled until she had one hand free, and then he gave him a resounding flap on the face. At the same moment Trotter opened the door. He Ftood there, Chuckling with laughter at Hibbert's confusion.

"Sorry," he spluttered. "I didn't know you two were 'aving parlor games." "Blast jnti. Trotter," said Hibbert. "Damn and you!" Ere, s'endy on, young man. Don't you try blasting me.

I didn't slap your fare, pin 1 don't min i kicking your be'ind if marnle wants nie to." Thn his lll-bumor disappeared, as It always did within a scond or two. and he continued In a normal tone: "Tim" to parade. Better pet your kit tin. Ju came in in tell yer." He turni-I to "(lood-by, maniHle," he said "See you again soon. Don't let nobody eNi tc( 'old of that ld of nihil'.

II "Ing nil back a Porn lmt If you don't. Au revoir!" Anci'le. Mill fluslitd and at'grv, shook hand Trotter. hn loft the room jtruztrlmg to do up hi, tunir hottons over his large stomach. Hihbert slunk sullenly towards the do-r.

"Good-by, he Good by. Morsieur rofe.Her," she replied in a cold, flat voice She stood for a long tone front of her knitting machine, and looked out of thf window to where the men. laden with packs, ammunition, store, spades, firewood and sacks of bread, weie lining up in the village street. Many of them she knew by sitht, for the battalion had come back a doien times to rest in her village. Cue or two ot them, seeing her stand car tbe window, waved their hands to her, and out rhery remarkg which woijid rot have nrd'rs'ood had rintd pot th found of their voices.

And Captain Stanhope, hurrjing down the road, saluted her, 'and allowed a smile to flicker over his f.T-e and soften the deep lines that ran down on each side of bis mouth. She nodded bark brightly, for he was her particular- favorite. Kven when he had drunk deeply he never tried to flirt with her, as did most officer who visited the billet; there was something a little appealing, almost tragic, about his appearance, for he was still much too young to have those deep lines In his face; he was so liked by his men that he came nearer to her conception of a hero than anybody else, except Jules Denaln, who Blight have become engaged to her had he not been swept away to serve in the French army In Lorraine. Besides, the Englishman had been out so long so long Indeed that the odds against his return seemed to be heavier each time he went to the trenches. "Le malheureux, muttered Angele to herself, and she went back without enthusiasm to her knitting machine.

As for Stanhope, the smile died out of his face as soon as he had passed the window, and it gave way to a certain sternness which made each platoon commander hope that no man had forgotten to shave or had got his rifle dirty. There had been the letter to Madge to explain why he had not come home otvleave, and he hated lying above everything else. Yet how could he possibly have told Madge that he had taken his leave in Paris because he had no' dared to fare her, whom he loved, and his father, whom he respected? He had put off writing so long thnt she, who so hated to show her own feelings, had sent, him little reproaches, flavored with anxiety: "I know jou must he fearfully busy, but it is rotten hearing Irom you so seldom;" or "Your leave seems long overdue. It's like you not to worry about yourself, but you'll do even better if you get away some time. Your father, in his letters, sounds very worried;" or "Despite the hospital, I'm keep-ing the tennis lawn weedpd and rolled.

I'm getting pretty soft, hut 1 11 still give yon a good game;" or "If a bit lonely, and It will he ripping when you get back for a few days. Official postcards aren't much of a consolation." So he had lied, and had explained how-it had only been possible to get two davs' leave, which he had spent In Paris with the Du'iuesnes, who had taken him as a paying guest one summer holiday at Etretat. And lest bi excuse should sound unconvincing, be bad given a moM detailed arconpt of all he was supposed to have done in the French capital of the shows he had een (the fames of whtrh be had got out of a newspaper in his billet and of the people he had met Rut it was all a lie. Having refused leave as long as he could, since he did not know how to spend It, he went to Paris, picked up with a gar.g of em-butques, who were busy collecting medals and decorations in the Cafe de 1 Pan, and drank until he could forget how he was wasting precious hours that might have been spent with Madge on the tennis lawn, or strolling through the woods along the bank of that stream 'hei ran na th Faletyh's hont could Dot tj bmr of fb drunt-e3 e' e- over. He's looking after the men coming in." declared Hardy, with an emphasis which Osborne might take either as a compliment or as an expression of Hardy's relief that Stanhope, with all hit fussy way and strict Ideas of discipline, was not the man with whom he had to deal.

Knowing his Hardy for he had often ridden with him to Poperlnghe, or over Mont Nolr to Ball-leul, for tea in the days when the brigade had been In salient Osborne felt that no compliment was involved. "You know, I'm awfully glad jou've come," the. other went on. To which Csborne, again knowing his Hardy, expressed some surprise. "Why, I thought it wa such a quiet bit of line up here?" Hardy became so serious that he put his ock down on the table and leant forward.

"Well, yes. So It is In a way. But you never know. Sometimes nothing happens for hours on end. Then, all of a sudden, 'over she comes! Rifle-grenades, and those horrid little things that look like pineapples-but aren't.

Swish swish ewlsh swish-bang!" "All right!" protested Osborne. "All right! I know. What about this handing over?" Hardy went on, paying no attention to the other's question. "You know the big German attack's expected any day now?" "It's been expected for the last month." "Yes, hut it's very near now. There funny things happening over in tbe Roche country.

I've been listening at night when it's quiet. There's more transport than usual comng up you can hear it rattling over the pave all night. More trains In the distance, puffing up and going away again, one after another, bringing up loads and load of men." Osborne responded to the other's unusual solemnity. "Yes," he agreed gravely, "it's coming pret'y soon now." "Are you here for six days?" asked Hardy, pulling on his sock. Osborne nodded.

"Then I should think you'll get It-right in the neck." "Weil, you won't be far away. Come along, let's do this handing over. Where the map?" Hardy groped unhopefulty among the papers and odds and ends on the table. He seemed quite surprised to find a tattered map, whirh be spread out unevenly on a water bottle a tobacco tin. and some ra'ion biscuits.

He exp'ained, In a vacue wav, that the company he'd two hundred yards of the firing line, that the Germans were sixty yards away, that the larchwood marked on the map could be recognized by a few broken, splintered tree stumps away to the left, and that, a little heap cf red bricks in No Man Land was called Beauvais farm. "I shouldn't let the men go out for vegetable in the garden," he advised. "There's a sniper who's got a grudge azainst vegetarians. I've bad two fel-lows hit that way." "Where do the men sleep?" asked, Osborne. I don knr-.

Tbe fergeant ma)nr to hi' At fnr 'bi! fin, well-jp..