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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-02-02, Page 6THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATETHURSDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1933 CHAPTER XXXIV gil islied hours; in sleepness nights THAT DEPRESSED FEELING IS LARGELY LIVER Wake up your Liver Bile —Without Calomel .. You are “feeling punk” simply becuuae your hver iBti t pouring its daily two pounds of liquid pilo into your bowels. Digestion and elimination are both, hampered, and your entire system is being poisoned. What you need is a liver stimulant. Some­ thing that goes farther than salts, mineral water, oil,, laxative candy or chewing gum or roughage which only move the bowels—ignoring the real cause of trouble, your liver. Take Carter’s Little Liver Pills. Purely vege­ table. No harsh calomel (mercury). Safe. Sure. Ask for them by name. Refuse substitutes. «35c. at all druggists, 53 “I've just spanked you because you played truant. Dont ever let it ball­ pen again.” “Aw, it didn't happen—I did it on a purpose.” “I don’t see the necessity for her wiring you,” remarked Jean a little coldly.” There was no need for you to see me.” “There was—-every need.” She glanced at him keenly, detect­ ing a new note in his voice, an un­ expected gravity and restraint. “Every need,” he repeated. He paused, then -went on quickly, with a nervousness that was foreign tc him. “Jean, I know everything that has happened—that your engage­ ment to Tormarin is at an end—and I have come to ask you if you will be my wife. No—hear me out!”— as she would have interrupted him “I'm not askin. before, swear I you are making now”. g now as—as I did If you will marry me, I will ask for nothing that not willing to give, no demands. I’ve ■with a faint, wry “that you cannot force love, only be given, And I want but just the right to take you, to shield sharp you.” ulous I had if 1 had not learned something— just from loving you, I should not have waited until now. I should have come at qnce—as soon as I you—to keep the corners of life away from Then, as he read her incred­ face, he went on gravely: ‘ If wanted more than that, .lean. She held out her hands to.him. "Geoffery, I’m so sorry—-but I’m that were a mental and physical tor- ■I wish meat Off unbearable 'longing such as she had never dreamed of; in tears —it’s and in dumb, helpless silences, slit love ‘ paid it. And at last, out of those ' racked and tortured weeks she held ' emerged to ministering t-o one who ____ ___ ___ .. __ , new was suffering from heartsickness— restraint he seemed to have learned ' that most wearying of all complaints “I see,” he said slowly. Then foi to the sufferer’s friends because sc a moment his calm wavered. The ’ difficult of comprehension by those underlying passion, so trongly held in leash, shook the even tones his voice. “Tormarin is a Im man—in spite of everything! give my soul to have w’hat h? —your love, Jean.” / His big hands closed round afraid it doesn’t. I wish- I could give yen any other answer But, you see, it isn’t marrying- love that matters. And all my is given,” He took her hands in his and them gently with that strange, iueeter ©tmffl-A&naratr Established 1873 and 1887 Published eve^ry Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—-$2.00 per year In advance. RATES—Farm or Real Estate tor sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar­ ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c. per line of six words Reading notices 10c. per line Card of Thanks 50c. Legal ad­ vertising 12 afid 8c. per line. In Memoriam, with one verse 50c extra verses 25c. each. •f Member of The Canadian Weekly ’'Newspaper Association has written—-to tel|l us.” “I can’t believe it!” muttered Jean. “I can’t believe it.” “You must believe it!” insisted Claire quietly. “It is all quite true She was buried last week in the little churchyard at Coombe Eavie and Lady Anne writes that Nick and Blaise wiHl be here almost as soon as her letter. They’re on their way now—now, Jean! Do you under­ stand?” Her eyes filling with tears, Clair'* watched the gradual realisation oi the amazing truth dawn in Jean’s face. That face so tragically worn so fined and spiritualised by suffer­ ing, glowed with a new night, e glory of unimaginable hope lit itself in the tired golden eyes, and cn the half-parted lips there seemed tr quiver those kisses which still wait­ ed to be claimed. - Jean passed her hand across her eyes like one who has seen some bright light of surpassing radiance “Tell me, Claire,” she said at last tremulously. “Tell me ...” She broke off, unable to manage her voice. “I* 111; read you what Lady Anne says,” replied Claire quickly. ‘After writing that Nesta is dead and Nick and Blaise are coming here, she goes on: ‘Poor Nesta! One cannot help feeling sorry for her—killed sc suddenly and so tragically. And yet such a death seems quite in the picture with her lawless, wayward nature! ,She was shot, Claire, shot in the Boundary Woods by a French­ man who had apparently followled her to England for the express pur­ pose. It appears he met her at Chateau Varigny, in the days when she was posing as Madame de Var- igny’s niece, and fell vioftently in love with her. Of course Ne'scn could not marry him, and equally of course the Frenchman—he wras the Vicomte de Chassaigne—did s not know that she had a husband al­ ready. So, naturally, he hoped eventually to win her, and Nesta (who, as you know, would flirt with the butcher’s boy if there were nc one else handy) encouraged him and allowed him to make love to her tc his heart’s content. Then, after her return to Staple, he learned of her marriage, and, furious at having been so utterly deceived,, he follow­ ed. He must have wlatched very carefully for some days, as he ap­ parently knew her favorite walks and waylaid her one afternoon in the woods. What passed between them we shall never know, for Chassaigne killed her and then immediately turned his revolver on himself | Blaise and Nick heard the shoes and rushed down to the Boundary Woods where the shots had sounded—youT know where I mean, the woods that lie along the border between Willow Ferry and Staple. They were found there. Nesta was dead and de Chas­ saigne dying. He had just enough strength left to confide in Blaise al? that I have .written. I am writing ■to you, because I. think it might come as too great a shock to Jean as you say she is still so far fram strong Yoqi must tell her—” Jean interrupted the reading with a shout of laughter. “Oh, Claire! 'Claire! You bless­ ed infant! I suppose all those pre­ liminary remarks of yours about ‘a letter from Lady Anne’ and the ‘news’ it contained were by way of preparing me for the shock-—‘break? ing the news’ in fact?” “Yes,” admitted 'Claire, flushing a little. Jean rocked with laughter—gay, spontaneous laughter such as Claire had not heard issue from her lips when Madame de Varigny had come to Staple. “And you just about succeeded in frightening me To death!” continued Jean. “Oh, Claire, Claire, you adorable littlle goose, didn’t yon know that good news never kills?’* “I didn’s feel at all sure,” return­ ed Claire laughing a little, too, in spite of herself. “You’ve looked lately as though it wouldn’t take very much of anything—good or bad—to kill you.” (To be continued) OBLIGING GEORGE Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, Ac. Money to Loan, Investments Made. Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER LONDON HENSALL not similiarly afflicted. Nick’s “pale golden narcisus!’ To Jean, who had clung to her, help­ ed inexpressibly by her tranqui’ steadfast, unswerving faith and loving-kindness, it seemed as though the staunch and sturdy oak were a more appropriate metaphor in which to express the soul of 'Claire. She heard her now, coming with She her slight ones and he lifted them to his lips. Then, without another word, he went away, and Jean was left wondering sorrowfully why the light steps across the court, love that she did not want was of- rarely left Jean brooding long alont’ fered her in such full measure, hors_ these days, exercising all her tact to take at will, while the .love for'and ingenuity to devise some meam- which she craved, the love which [ by which she might distract her and ful-1 thoughts when she could see they denied had slipped back into the past. laws of Jean turned to greet her with I faint smile. I “Well, my good angel? Come. rout me out? I suppose”—teasing- I ly—“you want me to ride down tc the village and bring back two lem­ ons urgently demanded by the cook? Claire laughed a little. Many had been the transparent little devices she had employed to beguile Jean 'n- to the saddle, knowing well that once she was on the back of her fa­ vorite mare the errand which was the ostensible purpose of the occas­ ion would quite probably be entirely forgotten. But Jean would return from a long ride over the beloved hills and valleys that had been fa­ miliar to her from childhood with a faint colour in her pale cheeks aim with the shadow in her eyes a. littl? brightened. There is no cure fra sickness of the soul like the big open spaces of the earth and God’-, clean winds and sunlight. “No,” said Claire, “it’s not k(m- ons this time.” “Then what is Jean. ‘You didnt just to look at the air of importance It was true. I’m learned smile— It can nothing' 0 a V C-i of 'i would have meant the glory figment of life itself, was her—shut away by all^ the God and Man. p CHAPTER XXXVI “George, give me that cigarette at once.” “I’ll buy you a package of ladies’ size If you’re so crazy over them.” Reunion Jean leaned idly against . cient wall which bounded the stone- learned from Madame de Varignv paved court at Beirnfels and looked that Tormarin’s wife was still alive. dowu towards the variey below. --- -------; Spring was in the air—late comei didn’t you come tlieD t0 this eastern corner of Europe— ■Sometimes I wondered-—j ^nt, at last, even here the fragrance you!” with a faint smile, of t’resh growing things was per- of course, I knew why, meating the atmosphere, strips ol Ma' ’ vivid blue rent the grey skies, and I splashes of golden sunshine lay • dappled over the shining roofs ot the an- She looked at him curiously. “Why Geoffery? you being “Because, you had rushed off to France, dame de Varigny explained that A dull flush mounted to his face uvm. ‘Did she? I expect she told y°u,the village that nestled in the valley merely what was the truth. I went, But no responsive .]ight had lit to- see her because she had assured jn jean’s. wistful eyes. She me that , she^could^stop your , mar-, wag ou{- tune with the season Spring and hope go hand in hand the one symbolical of the other, and the promise of spring-time, the blos­ som of hope, -was dead within her heart—.withered almost before it had had time to bud. The months since she had quieted England had sufficed to blunt the keen edge of her pain, but she was .conscious of a dull, ing ache—a corroding sense uselessness and emptiness of Yet she had learned to be ful for even this much respite from the piercing agony of the first few weeks which she had spent at Beirn­ fels. Whatever the coming years might bring her of relief from pain or even of some modicum of joy those weeks when she had suffered : the torments of the damned would remain stamped indelibly upon her memory. During the last days at Cham- wood she had been keyed up to f high pitch of endurance by the very magnitude of the reunuciation she had made. It seems as though when the soul strains upward to the accomplishment of some deed tha^ is almost beyond the power of v^ak human nature to achieve, there vouchsafed for the time being, merciful oblivion to the immensity of pain involved. A transport ol spiritual fervour lifts the martyr be­ yond any ordinary recognition of the physical fire that burns and char; his flesh, and some such ecstasy oi sacrifice had supported Jean thro’ the act of abnegation by which she had surrendered her love, and with it her life’s happiness, at the foot of the stern altar of Duty. Afterwards had followed the pre­ parations and bustle of departure the necessary arrangements to be made and telegraphed to Beirnfels and finally the long journey across Europe and the hundred and one small details that required settle­ ment before she and Claire were fully installed at Beirnfels and the wheels of the household machineiy running smoothly. But when all this was accomplish­ ed, when the need to arrange and plan and make decisions had gone by and her mind was free to concern itself again with her own affairs then Jean realised the full price of her renunciation. And she paid it. In days that Were an endless procession of an- WAS ORIGINAL “Why do you carry a lantern In your quest of that rare specimen, an honest man?” “Merely to be original,” replied Dio­ genes. “Ordinarily, a man engaged in such a search thinks all he needs Is a looking glass.’’ > CARLING & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Streel, EXETER, ONT. 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I Jean—God only knows ed you!—but your hand at not profit by like that.” Jean’s eye's grew soft as alised that beneath all the ous arrogance and dominant mands of the man’s 'temperament there yet lay something fine and clean and straight—difficult to get at, perhaps, but which could yet rise, in answer to a sense of honor and fairness with which she had not credited him, and take command of his whole nature. “I’jn glad—glad you didn’t come Geoffery,” she said gently. “Glad you couldn’t.” “I don’t know that I’m glad about it,” he returned with grim candour “I simply couldn’t do it, and that’s all there is to it. But I’ve come now Jean. I’ve come because I want yon to give me just the right to look after you. I’m not asking for any­ thing. I only want to serve you— if you let me—just to be near you If Tormarin were free, I would not have come to you again. I know I should have no chance. But he’f not free. Does that give me a chance/ Jean? If it doesn’t, I’ll take myself off—1 „ ____ .. you again. I’ll try Africa—big shooting”—with a short laugh, if it does—” He paused and waited for answer, ■smile there are even I draw you stayed •ilways linen a- of the life. thank- demanded out here There's an you.” wanted you how I couldn’t try such a time. a damnable I wanr.- to force I could- s rheme she re- impetu- de- is a SOMETHING UNUSUAL JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA­ VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETER at -I’ll never bother game “Bui her The-intensity of longing in his eyes was the sole indication or the emotion that stirred within him —an emotion held in check by a stern, self-controlled that seemed tc .Tean to be part of ed lover of hers, months which had had fled from hi,m had fought with his devils and cast them out! this new, chang- Surely, in the elapsed since she on Dartmoor, he Dr. Wood’s Long Standing Cough . “Was there anything unusual about | the opera ?” i “Nothing, except we were there be- | fore the curtain went up.” I . . ---------------------- CAUSE FOR ARREST ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. 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She regard­ ed Jean uncertainly. “Well—yes, it is something,” she acknowledged. “I had a letter from Lady Anne this morning.” Both girls had their premiers de­ jeuners served to them in their rooms; so that each one’s morning mail was an unknown quantity tc the other until they met downstairs “From Lady Anne?” Jean looked interested. “What does she say?” “She writes—she writes—” here Claire floundered and came to a stop-as though uncertain how tc proceed, the little puzzled frown deepening between her brows. “Oh Jean, she had a special reason for writing—some news-----” Jean’s arm, hanging slackly her side, jerked suddenly. Some­ thing in Claire’s half-frightened deprecating air sent a thrill of fore- bod(ing through , her. Her lieart turned to ice within her. “News?” she said in a harsh strangled voice. “Tell me quick— what is it? . . . Blaise? He’s nor— dead?” Her face, drained of every drop of .colour, her suddenly pinched nos­ trils and eyes stricken with quick fear drew a swift cry from Claire. “No—no!” she exclaimed in hasty reassurance. “It’s good news! Good —inot bad!” Jean’s taut muscles relaxed she leaned against the wall though seeking support. “You frightened me,” she dully, be for me. ' What is- it, Claire? Nick”—forcing lJa smile—“coming out here to see you?” Claire nodded. “Yes, Nick—and Blaise Jean stared at her. “Blaise—coming here? ho miist not—he mustn’t in sudden panic, through It again! I couldn’t! Claire snipped an arm around her “You won’t have to,” she answer­ ed. “Because, Jean—'Jean! Blaise has the right to come now. He’s free!” “Free? “What do you .mean? be free?” “Nesta is dead,” said ly. "Dead?” Jean began trifle hysterically. "Oh, been dead before. But- “She really is dead this time, f In ire. “That is why Lady and ar­ said “Good news? Then it can’t If with him. Oh, but come!”— “I couldn’t go aP free?” repeated Jean How can he Claire simp* to laugh a yes.;ho’s said A tint? “Those two pugilists are liable tn be arrested before they get much far­ ther.” “For fighting?’’ "No. For being loud and boister­ ous.” MAID A PARAGON FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 OSCAR KLOPP LICENSED AUCTIONEER Honor Graduate Carey Jones’ Auc­ tion School. Special Course taken in Registered Live Stock (all breeds) Merchandise, Real Estate, Farm Sales, Etc. Rates in keeping with prevailing prices. Satisfaction as­ sured, write Oscar Klopp, Zurich, or phone 18-93, Zurich, Ont. INSURANCE LIFE, ACCIDENT & HEALTH When Studying7 your future Life, Income or Pension program, consult ELMO RICHARDS Representing METROPOLITAN LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY EXETER, BOX 277 DEATH OF MRS. F. 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