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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1930-11-20, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE WHALEN ^RUBYM-AYRES WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Ciles Chittenham swears to avenge! the death of his young half-broth­ er Rodney, driven to suicide by the notorious Julie Farrow who had spumed hia love. He will make Jylie love him, then throw n Mer aside as she threw Rodney. He aneets her iu Switzerland, goes ■with her to the hotel on the St. Bernard Pass, and succeed? in winning her love. To his amaze* j «nent', he discovers that he has fall- ■ ®n overwhelmingly in love with ’’ tier himself! And he is qmrried *' tWfln American girl with whom 'Y'jOp has nothing in common. .Jr Then he discovers that thjs girl gkls slot the same Julie Farrow who y ruined Rodney, but her cousin of the same name. She scorns him when he confesses his love, and his Inability to marry her. They ’ meet later in London, where she is going the pace that kills. Another " man, Lawrence Schofield, wants to marry her,'in spite of her wild life. Through his friend Lombard, ’ Giles Chittenham meets, the ‘other ’ Jolie,’ the notorious woman who had ruined Rodney’s life. She 4 tells him site is going to die; the \ -doctors have given her up as in­ curable and she is leaving Eng- ! , land. She is worried about her ■cousin, the girl Chittenham loves. • That Julie—his Julie—is going in fast company, among them a com­ mon little American girl named Sadie Barrow. And Sadie Barrow is Giles Chit- ienham’s wife, .He did not know that she was in England. That ■ alight’ he meets her’ at a party at ' Us mother’s house, They pretend to be strangers. Giles learns that Sadie Barrow his- wife, has gone In spiritualism and is attending seances by a med­ ium named Chryer. He calls on Julie, who is cold * to him. He reproaches her for ■her reckless life. .and - she Schofield. aox, tells Giles that Julie really dove’s, him. Lombard calls on him and says he is in need of money. He reproaches her They quarrel, leaves with Lawrence Her friend, Bim Len- JNGW GO ON WITH THE STORY "My dear fellow, isn’t it almost the only thing any one is ever in a 2-about? How much do you want?” Lombard gulped -down- his whis- “It’s awfully sporting of you . . If I could have five hundred, only a temporary loan ...” Giles laughed shortly. “Do lake me for a millionaire?” “I tell you it’s only temporary. “I’ll lend you fifty if It’s any use.1 There was an eloquent silence. then-Lo'mbard turned. “Look here, Chittenham,' it’r — Sous, j 'You’ve got to let-, me' have’ it,” he jsaid desparately. 'Got to!” ‘ ; For a moment the two men Sacked at one another silently, then Chittenham laughed. “SotTy, but that’s a thinjg no man can say to me.” He made another anove to the door, but Lombard caught his arm. “Chittenham.” Chittenham stood still.' , ■“What do you. want it f3T? What Slave you been up to?” The other man’s eyes fell. *‘I 'can’t tell you.” ’ “All right, then you won’t get saiiy thing.” Lombard looked up suddenly. “Oh,, yes, I shall*,” he said with detestable inflection. There was an ugly .silence. ■“Oh, yes, I shall—.-he said again jat Chittenham did not speak. “And if you refuse I shall tell Schofield and any one else who might be in­ terested, that you and Julie Farrow .spent the night “together up at St; ^Bernard.” 4 THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1030 a question of that, I’d give you the biggest thrashing fou ever had, kick you out into the street, there is someone else in the ■“And some one for whom have a great regard, ern?” Lombard sneered. “My dear fellow, don’t •think I'm not' sympathetic, I know a great deal more than you think I do. For instance—pur mutual friend, the charming little Ameri­ can ...” . “What the hell do you mean?” “Only that I overheard last night —quite by accident—something • Which both of you apparently are most anxious to keep from the rest of the world.- I’ve always found that' it’s most dangerous to talk se­ crets in a crowded room, and. your wife, you will agree, has rather an insistent voice-—” “You sneaking hound- Lombard shrugged his shoulders. “As you please! I’m not in a position to resent anything you say. After all, it’s common knowledge that opportunity makps the thief— “And’ if I refuse to give you any­ thing at all?” ‘‘Then probably-Mrs. Chittenham Will be very pleased to buy the in-, formation I have to sell.” “Then go to her, and be damned to you.” “So Julie's reputation is nothing to you,, after all?” Giles went very white. He knew lie was in Lombard’s power. “Get out, or ... ’’The door closed hur­ riedly between them. # jjt It was not true Julie had promis­ ed to marry Lawrence S'clioifield, but when, after her stormy interview with Chittenham, he again Urged her to accept him, slie suddenly gave in. She felt over-wrought weak, 'almost as if the combat tween herself and the man she ed had been a physical one. ■Lawrence 'Schofield’s kin'dly votion was like a cool hand laid on her feverishness, and when once again he asked if she could not make up her mind to marry him, she suddenly gave in—■ “V,ery well—if you are willing to take the risk.” “I am quite willing.” He wanted to go straight away and buy her the finest diamond ring in London, but Julie wo'uld not allow it. “Not yet. You must give me a little time to get used to it. I don’t want people to know just yet.” He was disapppinted, but he fell in with her wishes. “Just a:s you like. Everything shall always be just as you like.” Sudden tears filled her eyes. • .-“That’s foolish of you,” she told and But case you >« and be- lov- de- It’iS you. .. I »1 hint. ‘.‘But it’s dear of you too. I’m not {half good enough for you, Lawrence.’ )k here, jChittenham,• it’s ser- ' It was a bright, sunny afternoon, I’m frightfully up against it. I so he would not let her go back to j t'. ..... - 1. _ .. * • « 1 ’ flinv 111 n nilthe flat when they had lunched. “I’m going to take you for a drive in the country. London is racket­ ing your nerves to pieces.” They stopped at a little country inn for tea. In one of the rooms somebody was playing a gramo phone, and there was the sound of laughter and dancing feet. “They sound Julie “I are,” ly. “My said with hope they Schofield happy, don’t they?” an effort. are as happy as we answered impulsive- greatest happiness will be in jiving you everything you want.” Uulie laughed brokenly. It was on her lips, to say that if she had been rich have consented to was more than she started restlessly “Shall we go? and 'the country it gets dark.” They drove back, to dined together. "What shall we do I field asked. It was such an unexpected chal-j “I don’t mind what we do.” Julie Senge that for a moment Chittenham I said. “Go to a theatre if you like, ccouid find no words. Then with al can go home and change, ■great effort he pulled himself jgefrher. “And do you think any one ’believe you?” he asked. ■Lombard laughed, “They’ll be glad enouigli to Sieve me. Scandal is the salt of ’4.0 Julie’s friends. She’s hot alto­ gether popular as it is, and if I tell -Jthem . . . it’s no Use getting vio­ lent—” he added hurriedly as he ssaw Ohittenham’S’’hands clench into •lists. “I'm in a position to prove what I say, remember.” '"Prove it then, and be damned!” “‘Very well—” 'Lombard shrugged ^.iis shoulders with well-assumed in* •-difference and turned to the door. ■Ghittenham let him open it, then he called after him sharply: ■“Lombard. Come back.” Chittenham caught him by the .islwjiilder and jerked liim back into -the middle -of the room. “I’ll make it a hundred,” he said. A slyly amused smile crossed Lom­ bards face, and Giles broke jsavagoly: “Damn you; do you think she would marry him. could bear; her feet. not It she to her feet. It’s igetting dark, is so dreary when Loudon and now?” Scho- It was as if some one back three months, Screen. taken her was making her live those few rs of complete happiness once the ; had and hour more.“That’s the Monastery—M she said. “You could hardly see it for snow when we were there—** “ ‘We’?” Schofield said quickly, "You were not alone then.” “There are aFways a great many tourists/’ Julie answered. A newsboy came along crying his news, "Tragic death of a well-known society beauty , . . ” "I’ll get a .paper/* Schdfield said. They stopped* under a lamp to read the short paragraph on the front page. “What is it?” Julie askCd. She fient lower to read the words. Then suddenly she gave a cry. “It’s ell My cousin Julie! Oh, Julie ...” The details were - meagre, Jew- poor to- will be- life out I’m ®Xraid for myself? If it were only But lie would not allow that; he said he could not bear to -let her out of his sight on this day of all days. In the end they went to a cinema. Julie did not like the picture; at any rate it did away with need to talk, and the darkness restful. She only, looked at screen when Schofield drew her at­ tention to .something being shown U.pon it. It was as if Fate was re­ lentlessly pursuing her, determined to torment her and keep her pain alive, for the second picture was the Monastery of St. Bernard and of the snow-clad mountains, Julie sat up stiffly, her heart beat­ ing fast. “I’ve been there—” she said in a strange little voice. “I drove my car up there only a month or two ago.” She laughed with Shaken ex­ citement. “I stayed at the hotel . . . . it’s so cold and ’cheerless.” “It looks wonderful,” Schofield said. “I’ve never been but of Eng­ land myself,” he added humbly. “Yes—it was wonderful,” Julie Whispered. She sat with her hands clasped together, her eyes fixed oil but the i was the The details were meagre, and without ejitiTe corroboration, but it appeared that Julie-r-the other Julie who had unwittingly brought about th© tragedy of her cousin’s life— while on her -way to India, where she had been igoing for a holiday— was suddenly missed from the ship, and was presumed to have fallen overboard. ’There followed a brief account of her life—her popularity in society—her marriage and divorce, —her vogue as- a beauty—her tre­ mendous luck and good fortune in every way. “Every way except in happiness— Julie said passionately. “She never had any 'happiness . . . oh, poor Julie!” The tears were streaming down her cheeks. They drove back to the flat and she bade him good-night.. She wondered if Bim had heard about the tragedy. She opened the door. ’ -She held the newspaper still clutched in her hand. There was a. little movement in the room and someone pushed back- a chair from in front of the fire. “Jewel is dead—” Julie said, sob­ bing. “I suppose you know. She’s dead . . . she’s been lucky to the' end, you see . . . ” Then slid broke off with a little choking cry, for it was not Bim who rose to meet her, but Giles Chittenham. There was a tragic silence. Chittenham made a quick forward. “Julie . . what is it—?” “Julie laughed sobbingly. “My cousin—the other Julie the one you wanted to punish—-you’ll; never be able to hurt her now— she’s dead ...” She almost threw the newspaper at him, and, dropping - into a chair, she hid her face in her out-flung arms. . He laid the paper down on the table and looked at. Julie.• He- could not think of anything to save that’ she was unhappy, and with sudden, impulse he went down on his knees beside her and took her,in his arms. “Julie!” For a moment she resisted violent­ ly. /‘Don’t! How dare you! leave me alone ...” Then quite suddenly her resist­ ance was gone, and she ceased to struggle. She looked at him with tragic eyes. “If only it had been me—” she said wildly. “If only I could die. too—” “You don’t mean that. There’s much happiness in store for us—and together. Listen to me—Julie, you must listen-—•” ,She shivered away from him, lfer shoulders hunched, her face averted. “I suppose I can’t stop you say­ ing what you want to, but’s it’s no use. I don’t know why you have come back. I told you I never wish­ ed to see you again—” “I came because I love you and ’because I know you love me—” “You are very sure of that!” said bitterly. “I am proud to be sure. Look at me, Julie—” “No.” 'She bit her lip to keep back the sobs that would rise to her throat. “If only you and leave me—” ■ “I am not going, me—” "Your wife would to hear you say that,” said Julie hoarsely. Chittenham put his Funds on her shoulders and forced her to turn to him. “If you can look me in the eyes and say honestly that you do not love me, and that you wish me to go away' and never come back, I will believe you,” he said. There' was 'poignant silence, Julie raised her tear-drowned eyes with weary defiance, and her lips moved, but no words came, Chittenham laughed triumphant­ ly. (Intended for last week) Mr. and, Mrs. Herb Langford Mr. ’and Mrs. Francis Sqiure family spent Sunday with Mr. Mrs. Herman Foster of Winchelsea. Miss Elva Morley spent a few days last week with her cousin Mrs. Arn­ old Hern, of Woodham. The regular monthly meeting of the w. S'. M. will be held at the home of Mrs, Wm. Morley on Thurs­ day afternoon at Mr. and Mrs, and family spent Mr. and Mrs. S. dale, Mr. and Mrs, Geo. Millson, Mfs, A, Gunning and Mrs, >S. Gunning attended the Gunning-Clarke wed­ ding on Saturday at Winchelsea. Mr. Francis Squire was in Lon­ don, Saturday attending the “Inter­ national Armistice Day Ceremonial” “Mirza Grotto” prophets received prophets from Cleveland, Pt. Huron, Boston, Hamilton, Windsor and'Tor­ onto, At 10.30 a.m. dinner was served in Hotel London and at' 2.30 p.m, the parade commenced' with Grand Monarch Dyer, of Boston and Grand Secretary Hatch, of Rochester with Supreme Council Officers John D, McKay, Hamilton and E, -Blake Winter, of 5Vinsor, leading and the Grottoes with their bands and drum corps following Ell. SIrat, of Cleve­ land with a ba.nd of 50 pieces, drum and bugle corps of 40 and patrol of 60. The parade was from Dundas to Talbot Street, Talbot to Ifent, I<ont to Victoria Park and a line-up at the cenotaph. Each Grotto plac­ ing a wreatji at the foot of Soldiers” Monument, At 5.30 a banquet was given at the .Masonic Temple and at 8.15 a ceremonial took place where 126 candidates joined. and and and 2.30 .p.m. Frank Parkinson Thanksgiving with Blight, of Thorn- with her and the dec­ an d step would go away1 „You belong to not be pleased ./To be continued) Mr. and Mrs. William Fairbairn and family who have kept store at Chisel hurst for the past year have moved to the farm formerly owned by Mi\ Woods across from the Sand hills. Mr, and -Mrs. Fairbairn in­ tend only to live in the house, the farm is a pasture farm, We are sorry to lose them from our midst- Mr. Win. Taylor Jr., has,,taken over the store we wish Bill every success in the We can liken civilisation to many things, »and one is undohteidly a steam roller.—Mr. John Buchan ; One trouble with business is thai, many times people starting in it try'’ to get ahead too fast.—Henry Ford, business at storekeeping. Those who are always trying to' get a kick out of life frequently get it on the shins,—Arkansas Gasette* Mr. smith, of stock for the U F. O. from forth. Alex Broadfoot, of Tucker- has been appointed shipper Sea- AUGUST ROSE, PASSES August Rose, who had .bepn poor health for the past six months died in Mitchell in his 68th year. The deceased man, who was born in Germany, had lived in the town­ ship of Logan for fifty-eight years. His wife died one year ago and he leaves four sons and five daughters to mourn his loss Our Corner And you don’t get paid for ing brains-—it’s the use of them. in li av- And there is also the misemploy­ ment problem.—Arizona Producer. Pew people care what you think. It’s what you do that creates at­ tention. The living the world owes you is as hard to collect as any other bill— Greenville Piedmont. 1 Burdock Rlood It is home surroundings that, to my mind* set a boy or girl on the road to success.—Sir Thomas Lip* ton, Human lit’p is like a game of bridge, are the Heath. Our innate •potentialities cards dealt out to us.—A. E, All the jokes are pot found in the books or in the papers, some of them may be seen walking around town.w .... ,, h...... Maybe matches are made in heav- en and bay be they just' seem way after you have -struggled a lighter. that with carsJudging by the number of left parked on the street each night, crime conditions are not so bad in Listowel, • A Memphis -man has a /family Bible 315 years old. We don’t know any thing that gets less wear.— American Lumberman. 'The tendency in modern dancing will be more and more away from the jazz and increasingly toward the classic and conservative style,—- Thos. T. Sheehy, .president of the Dancing Masters of America. Golden Wedding Anniversary On Thanksgiving Day, the family of Mrs. Mary Glavin gathered at her home in London, to celebrate her the 60th .anniversary of wedding. Mrs. Glavin, looking hale hearty, received her guests in living-room, which was tastily orated with gold streamers flowers. After congratulatory exchanges, the iguests were called to the din­ ing-room, which was attractive with colorful harmony for the occasion. Here a most delicious dinner was served. There were thirty-two guests seated, with Mrs. Glavin at the head table, surrounded 'by lier children and 'twenty-four grandchildren. At the conclusion of the dinner Mr. James Glavin, called upon Mr. 'O’Brien’, who spoke' of the high es­ teem in which Mrs. Glavin is held by her family, and read a ly -address, after which presented with a purse of The evening was spent and music. Much credit for the success of the day is due to Geraldine and Huberta Regan, Rita Glavin and Phillomene and -Genevieve Hennessey, who took charge of the dinner and served in an very love- she gold. in games was admirable fashion. CHISELHURST (Intended for last week) Mr. Reed, who, for the past year has been working for Earl Kinsman has moved with liiis wife and family to the farm on the Boundary of Hib­ bert and Usborne owned by Mr. F. Ellerington. Mr Reed will live on the farm and look after the differ­ ent duties that go with farming. We wish him and his family health and prosperity. Wedding bells are ringing in this community. iMisis. Ma,e Brintnell, who is a nurse-in-training at the hospital in Sarnia, visited wth her parents Mr. and Mrs. Donald Brntnell on Thanksgiving Day. ’ Bitters Far th* past SI years MANUFACTUMKO ONLY BY THE T. MILBURN CO., Limited » Terenta, Ont. ECZEMA ON HANDS Would Itch .and Burn Work was a Burden There is no remedy like B. B. 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Times-Advocate and The Toronto Star Weekly ............... d . ______ CLUBBING RATES WITH OTHER PERIODICALS MAY BE ON APPLICATION HAD ■ New Queen Salutes Former Sovereign .Something .seems to have happen­ ed to the American theory that high­ er and higher wages make for morel and more prosperity.—Lord. Mel- ’ chett. I When the new Empress of Japan, latest pride of the Canadian Pacific steamships fleet and holder of three new trans-Pacific speed records, steamed into Vancouver harbor frotti the Far East recently she dipped her ensign in homage to the dragon-carved figurehead of the Old Empress of Japan, queen of the Pacific from 1893 to 1922 dating which She cruised a total of 2,500,000 miles in 58 round voyages from /Vancouver and Victoria to Manila Bay. The gallant old ship, on which most of tile senior officers of tlife new Empress Of Japan, including Capt. Samuel Robinson* C.B.E.,R.D.,R.N.R.t once served, Was broken up and scrapped in Vancouver eight years ago, ending the career of a ship which made history on the Pacific. Public spirited efforts by the Vancouver Daily Province resulted in the figurehead (right) being preserved in Stanley Park, Vancouver, between’’ Prospect Point • and Brockton Light.