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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1934-07-26, Page 6THURSDAY, JULY" 20, 1934 THE EXETER T1MES-ADV0CATE FIRST INSTALMENT - TRAIL’S END - by Agnes Louise Provost r / ■' ing it, smothering sight and sound, the fog. She swept out into the There were no lights in that highway, and her own came on. bungalow, to beat through a golden haze. She saws it as she had last' seen it, blank-windowed, dark and | furtive on its strip of sheltered the cream-colored beach. A silhouette againsit the Life was not real. It was a castle io£ lovely brittle glass, and it was1 ■cracking and, splintering all around’ ther. ' The girl in _______ _____* __......_________, __ a’O.ad'Ster tried to realize it in all its "pale rectangle of a door. jAi man’s uvlv imnlienfinns. fried tn see her1 ”■ ~ugly implications, tried to see her 'way through the bristling wreckage which had closed in on her. Things didn't happen like that; they simply didn’t. To some, per­ haps, to the reckless and hardboiled who did things that invited disaster lived on excitement and wild parties. Not the girls who led normal, healthy lives and did the usual MiBJ______________ pleasant, agreeable things, and were'it. a motorcycle policeman, thrilled to pieces over their ’.........- - - ■ ■ . . . and the glorious chance of success in. it. It could not happen, But it had. What was she going to do about it?The girl kept haunted young eyes on the road ahead, mechanically ef­ ficient while her thoughts darted and turned, hunting frantically for ia way out. The speedometer needle trembled at sixty, and slid back to Ifonty-five. She must not drive too fast, and risk being stopped for speeding. Of all times, not now. What was she going to do? For the first time the firm little hands on the wheel slackened and shook, but she steadied them again resoultely. The roadster hummed isoftly on. The wind that rushed by her face was sharp with the night chill and damp with the smell of the Pacific. Long fingers of light reached out for her and were dimmed; , a nondescript car rattled past, its dlriver sending a curious glance at the smart’ roadster with the pretty girl at the wheel, alone. f The air on her cheek was notice­ ably wet, bringing its own message, A thin fog was creeping in from the sea. Presently it would be thicker, a fleecy white blanket. She saw its ’ woolly whiteness closing silentlj’ around a dark beach bungalow, miles back of her, shouding it, hid- silhouette. Memories came back wings, swooping down on her. things . . . things that were She didn't want to think c2 .1. like •black Otiher said. __ . ___ of them. The road curved again, She saw a single light ahead, and her own headlights picked up a motorcycle drawn to one side of the highway, and a man in uniform heading over ... „ _____ Hework looked up, with a professional eye GENUINE 6-PLY HEAVY DUTY TIRES with ALL-WEATHER TREAD . . , the finest tire money can buy—yet economically priced. F. W. Clark, Crediton M. Peariso, Grand Bend G. F. Penwarden, Centralia by Taking an Effervescing, Invigorating Glass of ANDREWS LIVER SALT TO COOL YOUR BLOOD | In Tins —35c and 60c INew, large bottle, 75c 3sj British Columbia wCJk. i-Ok, Best grade at $3.60 per square on the oncoming car. She wanted to step on the gas and go roaring past ‘him, but C... didn’t. (Somehow she stopped. Some­ how she kept her voice cool and natural. “Any trouble, officer? Can I call up a garage for you—or anything?” “Why no, lady. Much obliged.” The man in uniform was disillu­ sioned and hardboiled, but he grin­ ned appreciatively at the small crea­ ture competently offering help. Driv­ ers of speedy cars didn’t usually waste much time over a motor cop stalled by the roadside. And this was a pnttey girl, pretty even for this fa­ vored strip of the coast, where the pretty girts flocked from all over the country. A little thing, with big soft eyes and a red beret pulled at a gallant angle over >a small, dark head. Looked like a nice kid, for all she was tearing around the country alone at this hour of the night. A swell car, too; it must have cost a hatful of money. Later he was to remember that car, and the girl who had driven it.He swung a sturdy leg over his saddle. “Better detour inland if you’re going far. The fog’s getting thick back there. Driving’s, going to be bad before long.”“Thanks, 1’1 remember.” She smiled, and the cream-colored roadster slid past him. Fog, and dangerous driving along the coast road. It was so very simple. She had been up and down this road a score of times since the new roadster had been hers. She knew its curves, its- grades, its bagged coast line. She knew, now, where she -was going. The speedometer needle crept a little higher. A road appeared, branching obli­ quely from the main highway. Tall trees marched along each sidle of it, and a denser planting showed ahead. In the darkness beneath the trees she brought the roadster to a stand­ still, and let her hands drop from the wheel. It was lucky that she had remem­ bered this place. So accessible and vet so secluded, with no curious eyes to see the queer preparations that she had to make . . .Funny how wobbly she felt, now ■that she could just drop back and let go ... . It wouldn’t do. (She must get herself in hand, keep her head clear and her nerve steady. It was not so easy. She seemed to be two people, and one of them was a sly, persistent imp which hovered close to her ear, fleering and wheed­ ling-“You’re running away! Running away! You’ve never been a quitter before.”‘.But I’ve never,” sihe found her self .arguing, “been in such a ghast­ ly jam before.”"If you go now, yon can’t come back. You’ll be giving up every­ thing. All this that you’ve worked^ for. You can’t ever go back to that.”“I know. That’s all finished . . . ’ She shook herself impatiently and swung the door open with a vigor­ ous jab. The pocket of her light sports coat bumped clumsily against her as she stepped down. She stood very still for a moment, witlh. an odd arrested, look on her face. Then she thrust her hand into the over­ loaded pocket and drew . out the thing which had weighed it down. Starlight had all but vanished be­ fore the stealing mist, but even in that obscurity it was a bright and lovely trifle, a woman's jewelled bag, extraordinarily full. The strain­ ed catch must have been too hastily snapped shut, for it yawned open at a touch, and the bulging contents oozed into view. Bills. The bag was fairlv stuffed with them, high de­ nomination bills, tightly crammed in.The girl in the red beret stared at it soberly. It seemed to give her no pleasure, not even any particu­ lar sense of the risk she ran in carrying such a sum with her, thro’ lonely roads and at all hours of the night. She just let the bag lie there on her open hand, looking at it.Thorn was a faint aversion in that look. The palm titled slowly, as though she meant deliberately to let that opulent roll slide to the dust at her feet. Then with a brief grimace of distaste she righted her hand again, thrust the bag deep in­ to the < oat pocket and turned, a little blindly back to the car.The girl looked very small be- sido the big car, very young and troubled, yet somehow determined, and every move now was brisk and efficient. A vigorous tug, and a >murt traveling cars came out of the car—was hidden behind a mass of shrubbery.“Lucky.” she reflected, “that I was all set to stay ... If there is any lurk in such a miserable snarl as this-. She slipped again, and tin cut abruptly i roadster swims shadowed driv the highway. '1... __ __ptibly and the road was dark drove without lights, to S’ ‘ * no T, a she seat purr The A. J. Phone No. 12,GRANTON per- , but «he rm nigh must bi bfr, lat .ing lights. On the last wit<-h th­ en di .. e on. ■» who could taut glimpse turn she had Timo There remmn- of flar- ............... _ ____ ______a good view of the main road in both direc­ tions. No dazzle of oncoming lights showed eitlwr why, blurring thro* There was no placid strips of beach here; only rough ground and dark rocky headland, now fairly close, now farther away, dr Dipping sheer. About an eighth of a mile beyond there should be a place where it jutted boldly into tide sea. There it was. A queer little tingle went skipping over her as she caught sight of it, vaguely outlined. How much distance would she need? Ten-—no, twenty feet b’efore strik­ing the incline. It would be too dangerous beyond that. Slhe brought the car slowly to a standstill. Shut off the engine. For a moment she sat listening every nerve alert. There was not a sound, except,for 'the heavy murmur of the sea below, Even though fog might muffle distant sounds, it was not dense enough yet to matter. She started the engine again. Her heart was. beating fast as she stepped down. The roadster was pointing at a strange angle. It looked so sleek and beautiful, and she let a ‘hand rest on .............. This was a shabby trick a good friend, but it had She would miss it, too. There was no time to She stepped up and leaned in and, her hands moved swiftly and com­ petently. She gave a last tu,g and a hasty glance toward the naked ledge beyond. The car lurched and started, and left the smooth road with a pro­ testing heave. It was gathering speed, bumping over the uneven ground. She jumped, staggered for a few steps and fell. Huddled there on hands and knees-, panting but unhurt, she saw the big car strike the slope and go hurtling down. Lurching, with lights flaring toward the empty sea. On the brink it seemed almost to rear back, bung for a split second and flashed down. She saw it turning, and pressed her hands to her against the grinding crash of fall.The silence that followed blank and empty. Slhe pulled hands down shamefacedly and found the palm's moist. “That’s done!” she muttered shakily, and got to her feet. ’Her face was a white pat-ch against the darkness.'Slhe knew that she must hurry away, before some belated motorist came bjT and saw her. A girl in a red beret had ceased to exist, and her flitting ghost must not be seen. * l|c $ « sjc A dusty train jolted steadily tlrro’ empty country. It was a short train, only three coaches 'had left their first youth far behind. But this was a branch line, crawling long miles out of the beaten track of the big t'ranscontinentals, and Number 12’s patrons did not expect the pampered ease of Pullman and dining car. About midway of the last' car a girl sat looking out of tflre window. The outlook was not particularly interesting, that she should be so absorbed in it’. Sand and low bush­ es, endlessly, slipping by. A distant peak. A smear of blue which might be still more distant mountains. Sand, bushes, sand. The girl had not seen a house for miles. The scattered half dozen of her fellow passengers looked at her with undeniable frequency, ’ partly because she was the pleasantest thing there was to look at in their whole journey, and partly from a healthy curiosity. Strangers, and particularly .strangers as pretty as that, did not often travel on Num­ ber Twelve. The girl felt that friendly scrutiny. She had been restless under any interested glance for days, and it ■was not merely interest in the harsih waste beyond the window which kept her face so steadily turned that way. .She wondered, with a prickle of uneasiness, what' newspaper people saw out here. Newspapers. She turned a ilittle further toward the window, remem­ bering a terrifying, heart-squeezing day when she had last 'heard them cried on the streets of a big city. W'lrat a morning that had been! The cheerful Saturday morning crowd thronging the downtown streets, jamming good-naturedly at the crossings; newsboys shouting their wares; people buying them, talking about something that had just happened. Herself among them, feeling curiously unreal as she- hand­ ed over her pennies, and rather small and quaking as she looked at a front page splashed with- head­ line's and pictures. Her picture. Feeling all chilly and gone inside, even though the face on the front page was so different from that of the girl on the street, with her hair pulled forward in loose, dark waves under a low-brimmed hat, Putting nervous finger tips up to the fram­ ing hair, to make sure that it com­pletely hid the uncomfortable strips of adhesive which gave her eyes and eyebrows that long, unfamiliar tilt. Wondering if the tiny pads under her lip were still properly in place, and if they really did change her mouth\as much as she really thought —and then passing a long mirror and seeing a queer looking stranger there.. Thanking her «tar,s-—her one remaining star—that she had learned to do such things. Hurrying at last to a railway station, to get as far away as she could before an­ other day name..Tn the nearly empty station, with an hour’s wait for her train, she had sat in a secluded corner and read the paper from the first page to the last. *•Tt had 'been rather gh'istly. All those pictures of a girl who was supposed to be dead and mustn’t ever come back to life again; insert* of other people whose lives touched liars; a snapshot taking from a boat showing curling waves cliff’s dark background, god rork-’S thrusting out ter, and sprawled helplo? of them the twitted, wreckage of the car. It was news. There several columns about it conjectures, interviews, cycle policeman had it lightly, to play on to be done. be wasted. ears its was her against a black, rag* of the wa- :«ly on one shattered kad boon ’Reports, A motor* ....... ...................... testified ‘to mooting tt young lady in that wam'b roadster and warning her about the YOUR GREY HAIR can be restored to it’s NATURAL -COLOUR without the use of a dye or tint ANGELIQUE GREY HAIR RESTORER is made from roots and barks and restores the ORIGINAL COLOUR in the NATURAL way, at the same time giving the hair it’s natural, healthy lustre Price $1.00 per bottle SOLD UNDER A MONEY RACK GUARANTEE To Reep hair and scalp clean use ANGELIQUE SPECIAL SHAMPOO 25c a bottle FOR SALE BY 5V . St COLE thickening fog. No. there had been nothing in the young lady’s manner to indicate suicidal intent. i •One thing had puzzled her badly. There had been all this about one roadster found wrecked at the base of a cliff, but not one line in the whole story about the thing she had feared most. How could that be suppressed? } The man acrosis the aisle was say­ ing something to another man sev­ eral seats back. "Everybody here seemed to know everybody else. Perhaps it would have been better after all, to have buiried herself in a big city. One can be lost so quiickly in the shifting crowds. But there would be always the tingling expectancy of seeing someone’ she knew some d|ay, or osmone who knew her. In shop or office, in restaur­ ant, or i;n a crowded street. iShe wasn’t going to be actually in any town. It'was some miles out o-f this town of Mauston, whatever that was like, .at the end of a long private road, the agent had’ admit­ ted. She had named it already , Trail’s End. She liked the sound of that. Remoteness. Safety. Home, And work, of course. Marston Station baked in the af­ ternoon .sunshine. Northeast and southwest the long line of rails winked and flashed to a disappear­ ing glimmer. Southward, beyond the limits of the little town, dun-colored ■desert’ sand stretched on and on, simmering with heat and dotted sparsely with the low, greyed brush •of the waterless lands. To the north and northwest lay a similiar stretch cut off obliquely by an abrupt line of hills. (Continued next week) BRUIN VISITS Air GODERICH While J. C. Sheardown was driv­ing to his home along the Rjver Road, Goderich, his horse shied and became restive at some unseen ob­ ject. He stopped and going over to the bank of the river discovered a large black bear on the flats just below the C.N.R. Station It is be­ lieved this is the same one which was seen near Carlow. Mr. Shear­ down has noticed large bones whj'ch have been thrown on a dump at the foot of the hills has disappeared. 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