HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-12-28, Page 6THURSDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1033 THE EXETER TIMES,ADVOCATE
by L. Arthur Cunningham
SHBHUGPHEI
SYNOPSIS
Yvonne Caron, one of the most
beautiful ladies of early French
Quebec is being forced into mar
riage with and by Simon Girard,
an unscrupulous lawyer. Her
brother Paul is deep in debt thro’
gambling with Girard. The cere
mony, however, is interrupted by
the notorious Catain Midnight,
Robin Hood of the French colony,
who marries Yvonne in order to
save the girl’s vast estates.
“She—or any other woman,” said
Bigot. “Yvonne—what will be her
sensations when she learns—” He
stopped, pondered, shook his- head.
“I do not dare to think,” confin
ed Bigot. “It is a
awful to have any
heaven. I thought
dead. I aided, you
him on that hopeless mission to New ■
England. Far better had they kill- ’
ed him; this life of his must be far,;
worse than death.” |
“Can you be positive, sire, that it
is he? Surely— ' The lawyer’s fear)
was devastating. I
“Positive,” said Bigor, and gestur-,
ed towards his desk. j
Simon Girard looked. He rose and I
walked over the cherrywood escroi-j
toire and
what lay
strangely
near the
blood.
"Hers,” said
—that I gave to
“Yes,” nodded Bigot grimly. “A
present you gave her, which she gave
to St. Hilaire. It was one of
things that brought jealousy
hatred of him to a head. Now it
came back to me—-»o us. It
stuck in the doorpost of the chateau
—they found it this morning. See
how the accursed ruby glows crim
son, like blood—I tell you, Girard,
we are in danger from this man. He
knows how you betrayed him and I
abetted you, for I did not like him.
His hatred for us must be the first
thing in his life—his hatred and the
desire for revenge.”
.Simon Girard thought of last
night, in the chapel, of Captain Mid
night’s awful eyes, of the blow and
the word “fool,” that had struck
him harder than a blow; of
threat of death inevitable that
been made to him by this man
moved like a spirit in the night,
a flibbertigibbet, now hither,
yon, too swift for any to follow long.
“We must be rid of him, sire,”
said Girard with bravado, picking up
his hat. “This time we shall make
no mistake—”
“This time he is forewarned .The
odds are against us now. He strides
out of the darkness and vanished in
to darkness again. They came close
to him they tell me.
Courcy, who, with a patrol,
him last night, swears that
his men winged the outlaw
fled. I do not believe it.
“Nor I,” said Girard,
sound, unscathed
the devil when I j
“A dangerous i
Bigot. “Even as
formidable among
conqueror among
-one to whom the
the life he loved
one who must go always in the shad
owed ways, hiding his face—he is
even more -dangerous—to us. Think
what it would mean to have those
you once loved turn from you as if
you were a leper, to see the pity,
the horror in eyes that once held
only admiration; to be stared at,
pointed at, mocked at—when always
people turned, of old to remark a
face so strong and splendid. To
forward to a life time of that,
no hope of release from the
bondage of the masque, to gaze
slits upon the world as the leper, in
grijn jest, too
excuse under
St. Hilaire W’as
Girard. I sent
stared with fascination at
there—a tiny dagger, and
its keen, cruel blade
ruby like a drop of
set in
tip—a
G-irard. “Melusine’s
her.”
the
and
has
was
the
had
who
like
now
Lieutenant
sighted
one of
as he
was
as
“He
and insolent
saw him.”
enemy,” muttered
St. Hilaire he was
; men and as easy
women; now, as
pleasant paths of
are shut forever,
look
with
ugly
thro’
I could not
face—upon the hor-
I knew it well—too
became this masque
his awful lazarette, peeps out at the
life he cannot share—ah! and St.
Hilaire was young, Simon—only a
youth—a youth who—”
Simon Girard held up a restrain
ing hand; his face was contored by
dread, with the awfulness of the pic
ture Bigot had painted. He, more
than Bigot, had done this thing; on
him would Captain Midnight’s hat
red centre, on him would vengeance
fall swift and sure,
“No more of it, I beg!” he said.
“It will drive me mad, sire, I swear
it will drive me mad.
look upon his
ror it must be.
well—before it
of horror-—”
“I cannot picture it,” said Bigot.
“You are fortunate,” muttered the
lawyer. “I can. It will haunt me
—torture me until—”
I “Until we are rid
■ It must be soon,
the will-o’-the-wisp,
| “Give me time to
i I must have time. Perhaps through
i Yvonne—if he dares to come to her,
who is his wife—or if she will have
i aught to do with him—perhaps thro’
her we can take him-
I Melusine d’
j come to her-
! “I think he would come to neither
of them; nor would they want him.
Yvonne Caron is a strange girl and
may take this matter of being his
wife seriously enough; but Melusine
—St. Hilaire did not care much for
her; it was she who wanted him,
who flung herself at his head and
brought about his destruction. You
put him out of the way, but it did
you no good, Simon—”
“No,” scowled Girard, “I think
she knew I Was responsible for get
ting rid of
none of me;
if Melusine
though she
others. If she did love him she will j
hate him for marrying Yvonne, even |
in such circumstances as he did it, I
even though she herself would not.
consent to gaze upon his face. B'ah |
It is a mess, a tangle, with nothing
certain about it—”
“Only this,” put in Bigot firmly,
“that, at its outcome, you or I or St.
Hilaire will have ceased to be. That,
I feel is certain.”
“Then it must be St. Hilaire—Cap
tain Midnight—a fitting name they
gave him—like a bat, a thing that
has no face—only a Horror—a thing
to whom life, if it remain to- him,
will be of no value. And your death
or mine will never bring him release.’
The days immediately folio-wing
Yvonne Caron’s strange wedding
were days of grey mist and rain. She
did not go out of doors, except to
walk in the garden at those rare in
tervals when the pall of sky seemed
Paul
did
or
she
of him for good.
But how catch
Simon.”
think of it, sire.
■or through
Artois—if he should
ff
him. She would have
I would almost seem as
had truly loved him;
is fickle with so many
If she did love him she will
for a short while to brighten,
was very quiet and subdued; he
not mention Captain Midnight
Simon Girard, but acted as if'
were not wed at all, as if the whole
thng had been a dream. At the In
tendant’s Palace and at the Castle of
St. Louis the governor's palace, he
heard a great deal of gossip and
comment, for it was now generally
known and believed in Quebec that
Captain Midnight., .was none other
than Laurent Lemoine de St. Hilaire,
who, a year or more ago had led an
expedition against the English col
onies to the south and had never re
turned.
The English prisoner, of whom Bi
got had told Girard,
story to others, and
Adelard Morin dit
swore that the Evil
spell upon him, convinced everyone
that the strange night-rider was St.
Hilaire and many believed that he,
too, was maa, driven to insanity by
the torture of the Iroquois, by the
loss of his splendid and noble ap
pearance. In all New France there-
had related his
the madness of
Langois, who
Eye had cast a
had been no man more admired for
his looks or for his bravery than
St. Hilaire. But, yes, he must be
deranged, they said—why else would
he prey upon his own people, why
else make of himself a fugitive and
an outlaw. To be sure, they knew
that the gold he took right and left
from the Intendant’s messengers, he
contributed among the poor, but that
fact would not, if he were captured
save from the noose.
Paul learned all this the day after
the wedding, but he would not tell
it to Yvonne. She saw uneasiness,
pity, in his eyes when he looked at
her, and she questoned him without
result, he dared not tell her what
manner of man she had bound her
self to. In time, no doubt, she
would learn the truth; there would
be many heartless enough and glad
even to her the true identity of her
lover, if lover he could be called.
But he could not break t— ----
news to her. Of course, he thought, , ,, every word and remembered it and, it would not hurt, her particularly, I unfaithfui to Captain Midnight, in
since she had known St. Hilaire only j thought at least, lay awake late that
njg]lt thinking of Jean Pierre Mar
tel and waiting, for some reason, to
punish him and let him know that
she, unlike these giddy and easily
enamoured ladies of Quebec, would
not succumb so readily, would nor,
indeed, react at all, to his flattery nothing. Yvonne’and beguiling.
“The ladies quarrel over him al-
said Paul enviously. “It
the chin
he was
disguise,
the mys-
aud to make this known to her-—
why, it would be as hurting as a
knife-thrust, as vicious as a blow—-
God, I would she had never seen
this man, better Simon Girard than
he—better a handsome villian than
a hideous hero—’tis contrary to all
reason that she coulct jove this Cap
tan Midnight—if she knew the trutn
about him as sometime she must,”
But Yvonne, knowing, suspecting
nothing, remained happy in her
dreams and fancied herself very
much married. The eyes had been
keen, direct, dominating, the mouth
was firm and strong and
was determined. And
young—no masque, no
could hide his youth. And
tery, the glamour about him thrilled
her and fascinated her. Some day
soon she would see his face; with
her own hands she would remove
the masque and look at him with
searching loving eyes—and she
could not be disappointed. In her
heart, deep, deep in her heart, some
thing told her. she would love the
reality even more than she loved the
dream. And she trusted'that little,
witching voice though she knew that
it had lied to others and had once
lied to her—but all she ever heard of
Jean Pierre contradicted the voice of
her heart. He was a rogue, swash
buckler, such a man as Captain Mid
night would call a fop, a royal lap
dog—and would despise.
But it was of Jean Pierre that
Paul spoke when they met that even
ing at dinner, and Yvonne, though
that ugly ■ s^e indifference ana even
. . j tried to talk of other things, heard
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FERTILITY EXPERIMENTS
During the past summer the De
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the Agricultural Representative, Mr.
Ian McLeod, located two fertility
demonstration tests in the vicinity
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On well prepared ground five dif
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)3-10-45, 14.9 tons per acre. 15.3
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2-12-6, 12.1 tons per acre. 14.9
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2-12-10, 13.7 tons per acre. 1'5.9
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4-12-6, 16.2 tons per acre. 15.8
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2-12-14, 16.2 tons per acre. 16.4
per cent, sugar.
From this table it will be noted
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per cent, higher than that from 2-
12-6. Since the nitrogen and phos
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equal, and since the rate of applica
tion was the same, the only differ
ence was in the amount of potash
applied. In this there was a spread
of 8 per cent, which evidently ac
counts for the difference in yield.
Comparing 2-12-6 with 4-12-6
where there is a spread of 2 per
cent, nitrogen, it would appear that
an increase of 2 per cent, nitrogen
on this soil increases the tonnage i3.2
tons, but leaves the sugar content
only .9 per cent, higher. This ten
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The general indication from the
tests of 19'3 3 on sugar beets both by
the Department of Chemistry and
the Dominion of Canada favors 2-
16-6 as a ‘fertilizer. This was the
fertilizer that Mr. Hodgson used on
his beets from which he got an av
erage yield of 13.7 tons per acre,
and the sugar content was 17.3 per
cent, which is almost 1 per cent,
higher than that obtained from 2-
12-14.
The above facts will prove quite
interesting to Huron farmers who
have been watching this test and to
others who are interested in the
sugar beet question. They are
largely in line with a test conduct
ed on the farm of Mr. W. H. Shap-
ton, Exeter, last year, where a yield
of 19.6 tons per acre carrying 16
per cent sugar resulted from the use
of 2-12-6, as against 1>5.2 tons yield
where no fertilizers were used.
A five plot test of fertilizer mix-
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on the farm of W. H. Hodgson near
Centralia, when the fertilizer was
broadcasted on the young alfalfa at
the rate of 375 lbs.,per acre. The
growing season was so extremely
dry that the experiment was prac
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a gain from phosphate-potash fer
tilizers, Oi-12-lO, 0-12-15, of about
408 lbs. or dry hay per acre, also tho
same from 2-12-10.
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over an increasingly wide territory
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up the second and even the third
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slightly if at all and hardly could'
learn to love him through having!
seen him only once, with the masque:
covering the devil’s face he wore, j
But women were strange, unfathom-'
able, capricious— I
So Paul said
seemed unusually bright and happy. [
In her black eyes, in her ready smile j ready,”
and bantering tone was some quality! a repetition in Quebec
I of what happened in France. They
i do nothing but talk about him—•
j about his looks, his strength, his
skill as a dancer, as a maker of bal
lads, as a swordsman. Name of a
name! There seems nothing the men
cannot do ten times as well as the
next fellow.”
Yvonne pretended, and .quite suc
cessfully, to be very much bored by
Paul’s tiresome listing of Jean Pier
re’s various attainments. Nonethe
less they interested her, even as had
their possessor.
“You have not named a single
quality in the man that has any
great worth; rather, these are simply
the attributes of a swashbuckler and
a d'andy. No doubt, the ballads are
very poor things—”
“Bah!” muttered Paul. “Why do
you despise him so? Only this
morning you waxed enthusiastic
about a man- who, taken all in oil,
is merely a highway-robber. You
even said you would own him as
your husband—”
“And I would! Moreover, I
dare say that for every one of these
so-called accomplishments of Mon-
sier Martel, my—husband has two.
I cannot pretend to like a man who
has been exiled from France because
of an intrigue with the King’s mis
tress and who is so vain that, no
soonei’ does he set his foot in Que
bec, than he looks about for other
silly women to gaze into kis eyes
with adoration.”
Yvonne neglected to say that some
thing akin to adoration had dawned
in her own eyes when Jean Pierre
first spoke to her and looked at her
so fondly. She resented him still
more for that he had tried to deceive
her by not telling her his name, so
that, until she learned who he w’as,
she had been as ready as, any other
of her sisters to listen to him and
find pleasure in being with him.
“Tomorrow nght,” said Paul, glad
to change the subject,” there will be
an assembly in the Castle of Saint
Louis—a very brilliant affair. You
are going there, Yvonne?”
“No. Why should I go? After all,
I am the wife of a man whom they
would hunt down and kill as if he
were a wolf. And no one says a
word of defense, though it is known
by all that he merely seeks to undo
the evil acts of our noble Intendant
and his official robbers. I dare say
they will even look askance at me-
bec'ause I asked him to marry me
—they know that, of course?—that
I asked him, that i was not coer
ced?”
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DENTAL SURGEON
Office opposite the New Post Office
Main St., Exeter
Telephones
Office 34w House S4j
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that Paul could -fine a name for.
He heard her singing, softly through'
the house, saw her walkng in the
garden, touching the flowers with
the gentle fingers of their kind,
when the rain and murk had gone
and the gay sunlight brighter, seem
ingly, from its
flooded all the
warmth.
-So happy she
“You have
Yvonne,” Paul . _
intently into her eyes. “What has
[ come to you?” Surely you—Ah, per
haps it is that you are rid of .Simon
Girard—?”
“Perhaps,” retorted Yvonne. “Or
might it not be because I have a lov
er, a husband—?”
Paul started.
“A—a husband! Bu« surely
do not think -of—of this man as a
real husband. You do not consider
that you belong to him You would
not lend yourself to his caress—”
“Why not, I pray you tell me, dear
brother?” She demanded smilingly
yet gravely. “Why should. I not
look upon him as my own—for he
red vows in the presence of God’s
is mine and I am his, by the only
Sanction that we know, ny our sac-
minister at the foot of the altar. Yes
I am his wife—Captain Midnight’s.
How odd! How droll! How delicious
ly thrilling! La-la! Behold Madame
Minuit—”
“He shall never claim you, as wife
said Paul. “He—he dare not. My
sister—”
“So? You would give me willing
ly to Simon Girard, a man I des
pised; yet you act righteous now and
say that my husband has no right
to me. Ah, his kiss was sweet—so
light, so tender—to my very toes I
felt it, Paul—”
“I ask you to-
Captain Midnight,
no silly girlish,
about a man you-
seen.
ly, thinking of only you, of yo-ur
happiness, when I ask you to forget
him.”
He got up, turned away, left her,
wondering but unsubdued and quite
unwilling to surrender her dreams
just because he asked her. She had
no word, no inkling of the truth
about Captain Midnight. But Paul
knew that the more she thought of
him, idolized him in her dreams, the
harder would be her awakening to
the bitter truth that love between
em was impossible; for surely in
young girl’s dreams, her lover’s
must e strong and fair to see
loves not a clown, a gargoyle
until his life end, must play
down, the gargoyle—as must
St. Hilaire.
“Poor girl,” muttered Paul, hat
ing in his weak, boyish why the
[cruelty of fate. “Poor Yvonne! To
(love a man whose face one dare not
gaze upon. She is so sweet, so trust
ing and so happy in this pretty, ro-
m’antic dream of hers. I hate to
think of the awakening. Would that
I could awaken her, tell het the
truth, but I have hurt her so much;
long holding back,
land with light and
seemed—
altered, somehow,
said at last, gazing
you
think not of this
Yvonne—to build
romantic dreams
—you have never
Believe me, I speak unselfish-
I
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THE NEW YEAR WISH
So you would like a happy year?
Get busy then and earn it.
You .can't expect that you’ll collect
The job of fortune you select
Because you simply yearn/ it.
What have you done, what have you
won,
That you should be a favored eon?
Did you at all times try your best
When called upon to stand the tost?
Did you pitch in with all your might
To make your last year’s record
bright.
Or were you just a useless fellow,
Flabby, lazy, streaked with yellow,
Shirking while the rest our working?
Say, this wishing game won’t helpj
Men who fail, then simpty yelp,
Nover id nor will find clover—*
Take your time and think it over,
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Going forty miles an hour,
When ye cross the intersection,
Jist a usin’ all yer power,
When ye strike the crowded sections
Of the way where coppers pase,
Don’t be gettin’ too ambitious;
Bettor cut the flow of gas.
Got to mind the place yer parkin’
Steer her past that yellow cab;
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