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^RUBYM^yRES
"WHAT I-IAS GONJi BEFORE
Chittenham sets out
love him,
to
in-
re-
Giles
anake Julie Farrow
tending 'to throw her over in
•yenge for the suicide of his young
er brother Rodney, whom Julie
had cast off, He succeeds, but
finds that he has fallen desperate
ly in love with her himself. Then
lie discovers that it was not this
Julie Farrow, but her cousin Of
the same name, who had driven
liis brother to. death. Bqt Giles
is married, to an American girl
named Sadie Barrow, with whom
lie has not lived with for a long
' time. iSadie unexpectedly turns
V/ up in London at a party at Giles’
another’s house, but -both keep sil
ent about their marriage.
9 . Julie, '’’disillusioned, enters in
to the wild night life of London
to try to dr-own her anguish. Law
rence (Schofield wants to marry
Julie. Lombard, who had u first
introduced her to Chittenham, de
mands money from Giles with the
threat that if he is not paid he
will tell Schofield that, cjiitten-
•ham and Julie spent the u>ir.')t to-
' gether on the St. Bernard, Pass.
Later, Julie confesses to Chitten
ham that she loves him.
JNOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
slie fell
and his
as kind
’ Giles! ...” and then before any
one could move to help her
fainting at his feet.
Chittenham was very pale
voice was rough and uneven
Stands carried Sadie from the room.
„ He was conscious of impending
disaster.
“We’Ve sent for ""a doctor,” his
another said. “Julie »is staying with
Jier.”
“It’s only an ordinary faint,”
Ss said contemptuously. “I’m
would have turned to her worst
enemy for consolation. “You heard
what I said. S'adie declares she is
my son’s wife. How can she ’ be
when he is not married? He never
liked women—he has said so sc.ores
of times,”
“I think it is quite true,” Julie
answered with stiff lips. She took
.Mrs. Ardron’s hands and held them,
hardly realising what she was do
ing. “I’m quite sure it’s true that
Sadie is his wife,” she said again
.gently.
She was unutterably grateful when
just- as she felt she could bear no
more, the doctor came into the'
room. Mrs. Ardron at once turned
her attention to him and Julie slip
ped away. She took her coat from
a maid on the landing and went out
into the street.
“She is my wife—”
They seemed to be the only words
that- would take form and find ut
terance in her brain—
For Chittenham she had sent Law
rence Schofield away. For Chitten
ham she had deliberately dashed
Schofield’s happiness to the ground,
“I have changed my mind. I can’t
marry you. I don’t care for you
enough.” She had told Lawrence
that only this morning. And now
once more the brief dream was end
ed—or—wasn’t it?' After all, noth
ing was really altered. He had de
ceived her about Sadie, it was true,
but apart from that things were in
no wise changed. Chittenham still
loved her and she loved him—and if
he still wanted liis freedom and
Sadie was willing to give it to him—•
“Giles—Giles—”
The memory of Sadie’s agonized
cry came back to her, ending afresh
the peace which she was trying so
hard to regain. It had been the cry
of a woman to a man she loved, or
so Julie told herself in bitterest
jealousy, and she remembered how
often Sadie had spbken of Giles—
• and in what a queer, rather shy way
—as if—even then it had seemed to
Julie almost as
been something
now she knew,
wife. The one
what he
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Dor*'
______ _ * ... sur
prised at Sadie being- such a -fool.”
The others had all gone and Chit-
tenliam stood with an elbow'on the
onantel-piece staring down at the
(grate which was filled with flowers
.-and ferns. Hefa could think of noth
ing but that pitiful, wondering ques-
ilon in Julie’s eyes.
"What, was she thinking? What
2iad she guessed?
What a fool he had been not to
Stell her the truth last night; she
•would have understood and forgiven
him then. Would she understand
or forgive him now?
It seemed ant eternity until the
jdoor opened behind him and Julie
^/came in. Chittenham turned. He
J-Miade a swift 'movements towards
’-her as if to take her in his arms,
Then stopped.
This was not the woman who had
clung to him only last night and
•whispered how much she loved him
—--this was not even the wild, broken
Julie who had hurt him with her
utter recklessness during the past
.unhappy weeks—this was a woman,
whom he had never seen before,
with cold eyes that accused him
harshly even before she spoke.
“Sadie is no better. ‘The doctor
lias just come. Would you like to
ago t'0 her now?”
Giles flushed scarlet. It was such
flip unexepected challenge.
“Why should I go to her? What
do you mean?” he asked roughly.
They were the last words he meant
to say and yet for the life of him J
Mie could not have controlled their, aitterance. • |
; Julie shrugged her shoulders. >
“I only thought . . in the circum
stances . . ”
He covered the ground between;
them in a stride and caught her by |
the shoulders.
“Julie . . . have you ______ , . . .
How can you speak to I out a word Julie stood aside.
How can you look at {was conscious instantly of
the
Can
were shaking with cold,
was pouring water from
when a knock came on
door—a heavy knock
and'
her
the
the
that
if there might have
between them. And
They were man and
woman of all the
many in the world who had a right
to him and to his love, and his pro
tection—the protection she had
claimed that afternoon in her hyster
ical fear.
The maid came tapping at
door.
“Aren’t you very wet, Miss?
I dry your clothes for you?”
“No, no. I’m not wet, and I
don’t-'want- anything, you need not
wait.”
She heard the girl move reluc
tantly away and then a moment later
the shutting of the.- front door. But
it was a long time before Julie mov-'
ed or stirred. The room was quite
dark save the yellow light from the
street lamp outside, and the fitful
rain had settled into a steady down
pour and was .beating against the
window.
Julie moved with difficulty. She
was cold and aching in every limb
She slipped off-drer wet clothes
put on a warm dressing-gown,
hands
• She
kettle
front
sounded both urgent and insistent.
Bim, perhaps! Julie put the kettle
down and flew across the little hall.
Bim, dear Bim. Julie felt as ‘if al
ready half her troubles were lifted
from her as she drew back the latch
—then she gav a choking cry.
“You—!”
“Yes—you must -let me come in,
forgotten1 Julie,” Chittenham said, and witli-
... ..... ...____ _ .... .. ________ __________ She
How can you look at] was conscious instantly of some
thing different—strange about him
—something killed both the mingled
hope and anger that struggled for
supremacy in her heart. She felt
that if she went to. hiss arms she
would be repulsed—that if -she show
ed him bitter scorn it Would leave
‘him unmoved-—that nothing could
touch him,
“I had. to cOme—I'm sorry if you
are angry with me—but I had to
come—just to say good-bye—”
He turned and half raised his
I head, looking at Julie. Then sudden-
\ ‘ ' 1—it was as if the
harshstrangeness were wiped out Of it in
| a single flash, giving place to such
last night?
•ane like this?
ane in such a way?”
He felt her slim body stiffen be-
,-aieath liis grasp, and® her’eyes met
3iis unflinchingly.
“How long have you known Sadie?
"Why did she call out to you and
a*un to you like that? What is she
•to you?”
'There was an agonized question
3n her voice though .sjie tried des
perately to keep it unconcerned.
She moved back a step when he
would have touched her and both
itheir faces were white.
“There’s no need to pretend any(ly his face changed-
aoniger,”' she said with a I:'-":’" ----- -
Sbreath. (.. „ . _ _ _
“Julie—” Chittenham broke out a look of unutterable pain that Julie
sagain desperately then ^stopped' as caught' her breath in an involuntary
-■ - - beneath his cry.
“To say good-bye?”
“Yes”—he took a quick step to
wards her and then stopped—“Sadie
is blind,” he said.
Jjilie stared at him, her eyes blank
her lips parted; then after a long
moment: “What do you mean?-” she
whispered.
Chittenham made a little impa
tient gesture.
“Just that-—what I have said, she
is blind-—apparently she has felt it
coming and been dreading it for
months.
America without telling me—she
went to
—I don’t know -yet what he told Imr,
she was too ill and frightened to bo
very coherent. And then this fel
low Cliryer on top of it all—you
.The door opened
'.another's agitated hand.
“Giles—they want you. at once—
doctor sent me for you—oh,
-Giles!” she caught his arm with
. ineffectual hands. “I don’t under
stand! I feel as if I am going mad,
•or as if every one else is—what do
they all mean? And if it’s the truth
why didn’t you tell me? Sadie is
laying awful things, too—she must
foe light-headed! She says she’s
your wife? How can she be your
wife when you are not married.
•Giles turned on his 'heel and
strode out of the room. Mrs. Ardron
turned to Jifilo, both white, useless
‘3m nds
“Is
Tlessly.
JTuIie.
outstretched.
it true?” she appealed help-
She forgot her dislike for
In her present distress she
That is why she came from
see some German specialist
heard
in the room never seeing tlm sun
shine again. Didn’t he speak of
blindness—darkness — God know*
what! The fellow should be locked-
ed up. Sadie took it to herself, of
course, and the sudden shock finish
ed it; perhaps it would have happen
ed anyway, the doctor thinks, so, but
even lie cannot tell, he says she may
temporarily recover her sight—if
she doesn’t—•”
He stopped abruptly, and Julie
said in a shaking voice:
“ How awful! How perfectly aw
ful.”So it was. She felt shocked,
stunned and yet it was quite impar
tially, every other emotion was
clouded over, stifled by those first
words which Chittenham had spoken
to her.
“I had to come, just to say
bye.”
What had lie meant by that?
bye! How could they ever say
bye after last night? He had said
then tliiat they would never part
again. Chittenham went on:
“I was sure you would understand
what a difference it makes, I was
sure you would try to help me, Julie
—dear! You see, she hasn’t any
one but me, you see, there are some
things it’s impossible for a man to
do- when a woman’s ill—-and fright
ened—I could not leave her, how
could I? You see—you wouldn’t
wish it, would you? It would be
like—like trampling a woman down
to reach our happiness, a blind wo
man, too, so defenceless—I—I—”
1-Ie broke down hopelessly. What
could he say. What excuse or ex
planation could he offer that would
sound plausible or justified.
He tried to take her hand, but
she drew jt sharply. away. She felt
that she could bear anything, be
brave
would not touch her.
in what he said,
rilght.
place was to stand by her. No man
could do less, she lierself would de
spise liim if he did less, and yet—
behind everything a panic-stricken
cry was trying to make itself heard
in her heart:
•“What about me? What about
me?”
Then, las if .in answer to the un
spoken cry, Chittenham was beside
her—so close to her that for a wild
moment she thought he must be go
ing to take her in his arms, and her
heart almost stood still, and then
went racing again so violently that
it seemed to be choking her. And
she looked up desperately, meeting
his eyes fixed upon her with such a
look of love and longing in them
that it was more than she could
bear. She put out her hands ap
pealingly.
“Go away, please go away,” she
■whispered.
“Julie.”
his. Fopg-ive me, Julie,
forgive me, that you don’t
that you understand.”
“What do I want you to
nothing. There is nothing we can
do, we must just go on. I always
knew it would be like this, even last
night. There’s nothing we can do.
I shall marry Lawrence Schofield, I
suppose, if he
■again—” •
“Julie—don’t
“I am not so
never wanted you to come into my
life. It was you who followed me.”
With a smothered sob she turned
to rush past him to the door. But
Chittenham
he reached
barring her
“Let me
She beat
hands, the
face. “Oh,
Good
good
over everything, if only he
He was right
Of course he was
Sadie was his wife, and his
He caught her hands in
Say you
hate me,
do? Why
will take me back
be cruel—”
cruel as you are. I
was too quick for her
the door before she did,
way.
go—let me go.”
at him with impotent
tears raining down her
let me go, let' me go-
“Not like this, Julie; we
part like this—oh, my dear,
child—”
She was
hidden on
against her
ed over and
loved her, how only she filled his
heart. ’ But what could he do? Tf
only she would tell him what- lie
could do? But Julie had no ans
wer, and presently her bitter sob
bing ceased, and she lay quietly in
his arms. It was she who spoke
first, after a long silence.
“I’m sorry I cried, it was silly!
And so useless. After all,
more than I expected—I
knew if I let myself care for any
one it would be like this-
drew away from him.
had better go before I make another
scent for you to remember me by.”
.She wiped her eyes and tried to
smile.
“It’s all right—please go now—”
She ' averted her eyes. “Please go
now, and please never come back
again.”
It was What Chittenham had want
ed her to say, with all a man’s dis
like of scenes and suffering, he had
hoped that she would refuse to lis
ten to him and send him away, but
now that she had done so, he know
it was not what lie had wanted, af
ter all. He had wanted her to keep
him his better judgment; he
had •’ . J-n the belief that she
can’t
dear
in his arms, her
his shoulder, his
hair, while he whisper-,
•over again how much he
face
lips
it’s no
always
She
“I think you
would try to keep him from Sadie,
for whom he had no feeing but the
merest pity—a pity that was not,
and never could be, akin to love.
With fiulie sobbing in his arms it
had seemed impossible ever to let
her go—he loved her so much—no
woman had ever before stirred his
heart and his imagination—no wo
man ever would. If they never met
again jt would be the -same always;
she was his, they were made for
each other. He thought of his wife
as she had been when he left her
an hour ago, frantic with fear, cry
ing and sobbing; it made him shud
der to remember the way she had
clung to him, begging him not to
leave her.
“After all, you're my lipsband,
and I’ve nobody else in the world.
I know I haven’t been as nice to yon
as I
leave
Giles.
come _ ___
The pathos
breaking,
been so
clinging
him not
wife, he
or,
him to go
iy.
"How can you think
Schofield? Wliat happiness would
it foe for you if you don’t love him—
"I don’t expect to be happy,” she
laughed shaken ly. “Any way, it can
not matter to you .any longer. Please
go away and leave me.”
“Julie!” he said pleadingly.
She said nothing. She hardly
seemed to be listening, and he let his
arms fall from about her,
“I shall see you tomorrow.”
Still no answer, and after a mom
ent he went out into the little hall
and opened the front- door.
He was sure she would call to
him, perhaps run after him. He was
so sure that in a moment she would
be in his arms, her lips crushed
against his—he counted the seconds
feverishly by his heart-beats.
But Julie did not move, and
gave no sign.
'Chittenham looked back.
“Julie!”
He
ence
went
door
It seemed to Julie that she stood
for hours, leaning against the wall,
her body so tired that it was too
much effort to move over to the
fire and a comfortable ’chair. Her
head ached miserably. With a su
preme effort she dragged herself ac
ross the room to the fire. It had
burnt down, and she replenished it
with shaking hands. She felt as it
already a lifetime had passed since
Chittenham came to the flat, and
yet ony a moment ago he had been
there with her, so close that she
had but to put out her hand to touch
him, and now lie had gone, back to
Sadie, back to his wife.
(To be continued)
*
Our Corner
Where you start doesn’t matter.
It’s- what you start.
And if you are not envied you
haven’t accomplished much.
Team work is the thing that wins
ball games and builds towns and
provinces.
There were no lawyers in the
earliest days so Cain was punished
for murder.
Ing? the cow kept-lashing out with
her tail so J tied a brick on it.”
A survey is planned to .discover
in which state women have greatest
rights, Speaking .aft-hand, we’ll
say the state of matrimony.
Starting Right
Bill—“Lets get married right
away.”
Helen-—-“This minute?”
Bill—“Well just' as soon as I can
establish a charge account with a
minister.”
might have been, but don’t
now I'm blind, don’t leave me,
Oh, my God, what will be-
of me?”
qi ner was heart-
Sadie, who Jiad always
independent, so free, to be
to him like this, imploring
to leave her. She was his
was pledged t-o hex* by lion-
And yet now that
■he broke out
The difference between a luxury
and a necessity is just a dozen pay
ments. *
The average woman doesn’t
change her mind as often as she
changes the mind -of her husband.
Bang
He—Ha, Ha! I have a good joke I
was going to tell you, but I guess I
won’t.”
She—Why?
He— Because if your face lights
up the powder will explode.
Julie told
passionate-
of marry-
she
waited a moment, but the
remained unbroken, and
out of the flat, shutting
behind him.
LUMLEY
sil-
he
the
(Intended for last week.)
Many from this vicinity attended
the anniversary services held in
James Street United Church, Exeter,
on Sunday last.
Mr. Robert
the summer in
his home last
him a carload
Mr. Edgar
spending a few days visitin,
uncle Mr. Grant Ryckman.
Mrs. Fraser, of Moncton, visited
last week with her r.eice and ne
phew Mrs. W. Kerslake and Mr. W.
Simmons, of the Boundary.
Mr. Stewart McQueen and family
motored to Thamesford on Sunday.
Mrs. McQueen Sr., returned home
with them after spending a couple
of weeks visiting with her daughter
there.
Mr.
spent
uncle
Kinsman, who spent
the West, returned to
week, bringing with,
of western cattle.
McQueen has (been
g his
Glenn Jackson, of Listowel,
a few days last week with his
Mr. W. N. Glenn.
PRESENTATION
About 15 0 guests .met in the.
Township Hall, Varna in honour of
Mr. and Mrs. G. H. Beatty. A pleas
ant' evening was s-pent in euchre and,
dancing after which Rev. F. W.
Paul tendered an address and four
little girls presented the young
couple with a silver tea service.
S. S. NO. 3 STEPHEN
The following is the report of S.
S. No. 3 Stephen for the months of
October and November.
Sr. IV—Harold Bell, 65.87; Ruby
Jory 65.62; Percy Willis, 61.62.
Jr. IV—-Allan Penhale,
(honours); Billy Triebner
Howard Preszcator, 69.25;
Penhale; 68.25.
Jr. Ill—Laverene Christie
(honours); Stanley Preszcator, 74.-
43.
Jr, II—Ruby Preszcator, 86.62
(honours); Edward Triebner, 84
(honours); Ilene Jory, 75.3 (hon
ours) .
FIRST—-Ila Willis, 7 8.2 (honours
Iva Willis 74.35.
PRIMER— Clifford Jory; Calviu
82.37
72.7i5:
Grace
78.87
Preszcator.
Perfect spellings for the two
months, Laverne Christie and Grace
Penhale. Attendance 16, average
attendance, 15.10.
Gertrude B. Francis, Teacher,
It is our private opinion that pol
iticians do not know any more what
to do for a £ick business than the
average mans knows what to do for
a sick -dog.
4
A lot of unhappiness is caused by
girls placing their future in the
hands of young men who wouldn’t
be trusted with a pound of liver at
the butcher shop.
Some Noise
“What was the idea of all that
racket you made in the bathroom?”
“I dropped the crash towel.”
A Punchy Tale
Farmer—“How did you get that
black eye?”
Simple Youth—“When I was milk-
Fer the past 51 years
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Giving Her Credit
A girl met an old flame and de
cided to high hat him.
“Sorry," she murmured, when the
hostess introduced him to her, “I
didn’t get your name.”
“I know you didn’t,” rejoined the
old flame, “but you tried hard en
ough.”
IMMORTALIZING ANNA
A university student when sitting
for an examination, was asked to
compose one verse of poetry includ--
ing the words “analyze” .and “an
atomy.”
He wrote:
My analyze over the -ocean,
My analyze over the sea,
Oh, who will* go over the ocean
And bring back my anatomy.
Her Husband
Had Boils on
Arms and Legs
Mrs. RuaBell Laird, 454 Bagot St.,
Kingston, Ont., writes:—“About a
year ago my husband was terribly
bothered with boils on his arms and
legs, and couldn’t get any thing to
clear them up for any length of time.
He went to doctors, and the medicine
they gave him would make them dis
appear, but they would come back
in no time. One' day I was reading
the newspaper and saw where Burdock
Blood Bitters was advertised for this
trouble, so decided to try it, and he
hadn’t taken much more than one
bottle when his skin wm all cleared tip.
Wa think B. B. B. is a wonderful
medicine.” .
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