Over There with the Canadians at Vimy Ridge

ion of the novel service he had promised to perform. Perhaps his remembrance of that trouble had been smoth

istering the ether, he acknowledged an introduction to Private Ellis and promised to "skin

the patient's arm, and was not at all disappointed. It surely was a clever piece of work, from the point of view of a votary of this sor

due to the special preparations made by the patient for the preservation of the tattooed skin. While the ether

asked as he gazed at the seemingly unmethodical arrangem

was dropping ether into the mask covering his mouth and

t of Eggs Spilli

wo attending nurses l

g under the an?stheti

a cubist. That's his idea of art. That tattooing on his arm is a copy of a picture painte

ndicated a kind of professional resentment at the contradiction; then followed a wave of incredulity, succeeded by an enigmatical smirk. As

ute their art, he'd probably want to sue me for malpractice," said t

skin containing the cubist tattooing and handed it to Irving. The latter proceeded at on

low, so that he'll find it when he wakes up

d heard nothing more of the incident for several days. At last his sho

used. The affair thus revealed over a distance of thousands of miles confronted Irving with what seemed at first a most remarkable coincidence. But the boy was unable to accept it as s

. I had half a dozen shell and machine gun wounds in my body, too, though fortunately all of them were well removed from vital spots. But, although these injuries were as bad as one would care to receive, all of them together were not nearly as dangerous or uncomfortable as the dose of gas I got. Beli

, but hardly strong enough to shovel snow. Say, we've had some awful heavy snow storms this winter. Regula

visit some friends. I was invited up there by one of the boys who was gassed at the same time I was. He and others had organized a 'Gas club,' consistin

to have been more careful, for I was not strong enough yet for such life. Well, I became ill on the way, and the boys got me to a hospital in the outskirts of the city an

exercise until I was in condition to return to the trenches. This was in the evening, and I decided to remain in the hospital until morning. I was sitting u

ork had not been of the best material and well put together. However, the layout was decidedly old-fashioned and confusing to

an entrance into a low rear addition, and from that position found myself gazing into a laboratory in which something very strange was going on. Three men were in the room, one of them little more than a boy and

d me. Both had a decidedly foreign look. One was smooth-shaven, except for a

men were working over the arm in a most studious manner. Over them was a brilliant calcium light which illuminated their wo

and progressed slowly. Judging from the care they took and the slowness with which they progressed, they must have worked

copy of the original they were working from and explain how I got it. I think you'll agree wi

he had seized me by the arm and was dragging me into the laboratory. I struggled to prevent him from getting me inside, but, because of my weakened condition, was unsuccessful. My next impulse was to cry out for help, but the situation seemed to me so ridiculous that I decided

ve an explanation and demanded what they meant by their actions. I saw that they were very uneasy about something and that made me bolder. It soon dawned upon me that they had been doing something that they wanted to keep secret. That r

They never caught on to what I was up to, but pressed close to me with their excited questions. I met these with noncommittal replies, and at the same time got one hand closer and closer to the mysterious slip of paper on the table. It was not more than six inches long and three wide, and I figured that if I could get one hand on it I might crumple it

d down the wrong stairway--that was all there was to it. I then demanded that they release me at once or I would make serious trouble for them. They asked me my name, and I told them. Then the bearded man left the laboratory, and I presume he went to the office to make inquiry about me, for he came back

the glass at us and apparently listening to our conversation, we presumed you were a German spy. You have satisfied us that you are al

e. The idea that a responsible secret agent of the government should make such a speech as that under any circumstances was simply ridiculous.

ogether and pay my bill. I was afraid they would discover the loss of the paper I had stolen. Wel

e in the booth I glanced about with apparent unconcern and caught one of my shadowers looking in my direction over the top of a newspaper from a seat in the hotel lobby.

local hotels. I talked the matter over with father and we came to the conclusion that I had fallen into a nest of the kaiser's spies. We examined the paper I had taken from the table in the laboratory of the Toronto hospital and I made a copy of it.

ed by government agents. Also, I saw nothing more of the fellow who had

ent, a copy of the drawing on the paper that I stole from the hospital laboratory. Can you make anythi