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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-06-02, Page 7THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE THURSDAY, JUNE 2, J932 25<j, such subse Exrtrr Sunrs-Abuiinitf Established J87/3 and 1837 Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—$2.00 per year R advance. rates—Farm er Real Estate pale 50c. each insertion for firn1 four insertions, quent insertion, Miscellaneous ar tiejes, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, p’ • Found 10c. per line of six words Reading notices Card of Thanks vertising 12 and 8c. per line, lr Memoriam, With extra verses 25p. each. Member of The Canadian Weeklj Newspaper Association 10c, per line 50c. 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ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA- VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETEE ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED , Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. NO. 1, DASHWOOD SYNOPSIS Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year old daughter* Jean are dining to­ gether in their home in Beirnfels, Austria, Glyn was of a noble Eng­ lish family and against the wishes J(iUU431 of his family had married Jacquel- J truei ine Mayory, the beautiful half­ French opera singer. They had liv­ ed very happily together travelling around when they so desired but always returning to Beirnfels, One year ago Jacqueline had died and Glyn can stand it no longer, he is going away somewhere just wandering, and has made arrange­ ments for Jean to visit his friend Lady Anne Brennan, England, old in The they with mar- first FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138 CHAPTER I Jean reflected humorously that this point of view had only ocourrel to him now that it chanced to coin­ cide so admirably with his own wishes. Hitherto the "stately homes of England" had been neglected to a quite unimportant position in the background and Jean’s attention fo­ cused more directly upon the un­ pleasing vagaries of the British clim­ ate. "I should like to go to England,” was all she said, Peterson smiled at her radiantly —the smile of a child who has got its own way with much less difficulty than it had anticipated. "You shall go,” he promised her. ‘■‘You’ll adore ’Staples. It’s quite a typical old English hanor—lawns and terraces all complete, even down to the last detail a yew hedge." "Staples? Is that the Brennans’ place?” , "God bless my soul, no! Tormarins acquired it when come pushing over to England the Conqueror, I imagine. Anne ried twice, you know. Her husband, Tamarin, led her a dog’s life, and after his death she married Claude Brennan—son of a junior branch of the Brennans. Now she is a widow for the second time." “And are there any .children?" "Two sons. The elder is the son of the first marriage and is the own­ er of Staple, of course. The young­ er one is a child of the second mar­ riage. I believe that since Bren­ nan’s death they all three live very comfortably together at Staple—at least, they did ten years ago when I last heard from Anne. That was not long after Brennan died." Jean wrinkled her brows. "Rather a confusing household to be suddenly pitchforked into," she commented. "But not dull!” submitted Pet­ erson triumphantly. "And dullness is, after all, the biggest bugbear’ of existence.” As if suddenly stabbed by the pal­ pable pose .of his own remark, the light died out of his face and ,he looked round the great dim hall with a restless, eager glance as though trying to impress the picture of it on his memory. ‘‘Beirnfels—my ‘House of Dr.eams- Come-True,’ ” he muttered to self. He had named it thus in firsf glowing days when love transfigured! the grim old border castle, turning it into a place of ma­ gic visions and 'consummated hopes. The whimsical name took its origin from a little song which Jacqueline had been wont to sing to him, her glorious voice investing the simple words with a passionate belief and triumph. It’s a strange road leads to the House of Dreams, To the House of Dreams-Come- - True, Its hills are steep and its valleys deep And salt with tears the Wayfarers weep, The Wayfarers'—< and you. But there’s sure a way to the House of Dreams, To the House of Dreams-Come- Trtie. We shall find it yet, ere the sun lias If welfare straight1 on, come fine, come wet, Wayfarers—I and you,* Peterson's eyes- rested curiously him- those had OSCAR KLOPP LICENSED AUCTIONEER Honor Graduate Carey JoneB* Auc­ tion School. Special course taker in Registered Live Stock (all breads) Merchandise, Real Estate, Farm .Sales, Etc. Rates in keeping with prevailing prices. Satisfaction as­ sured, write Oscar Klopp, Zurich, ox phone 18-93, Zurich, Ont. He (as they dirive along a- lonely road)—‘"You look lovener to me every minute. Do you know what that’s a sign of?" She—-"Sure. You're about to ruh out of gas." SUFFERED FOR YEARS FROM CONSTIPATION •Mt#.' C. Rafure. 28 Vernon St, jQaUAui^ N.8., writes:—"I had Buffered for yean constipation. ■ For ieveral days »t a time my bowel* would not moviand only whefi Mnrfed by laxatives, and after a while each cfod of laxative’ I Would take reerned to 16a* its affect Until, finally, a friend advbed m* to uae Milburn'* Laiu-Liver PPfo "She 5viil have you, Anne would never refuse a request of mine. If not, you must come1 on to me, and I’ll make othex' ar an ge meats,"— gnely. "i’ll let the next boat go, and stay in Faria till I hear from you. But I can't wait here any any longer." He paused, then broke out Uur* riedly; "I ought never to have come to this place. It’s haunted. J know you’ll understand—-you always du understand, I think, you quiet child —■why I must go." And Jean, looking with*the clear eyes of unhurt youth into the hand­ some, grief-rayaged face, was sud­ denly conscious of a shrinking fear of that mysterious force called love, which can make, and so swiftly ter­ ribly unmake, the lives of men and women, CHAPTER III The Stranger on the Ice "And this friend of your father’s? You have not heard from per yet?” Jean and Madame de Varigny were breakfasting together the morning after Peterson’s departure, "No. I hoped a letter might have come for nxe by this morning’s post, But I’m afraid I shall be on your hands a day or two longer”—smil­ ing. "But it is a pleasure!" Madame de Varigny reassured warmly. "My husband and I are here for another week yet. After that we go on to St, Moritz. He is suddenly discon­ tented with Montavan. If, by any chance, you have not then heard from Lady—Lady—I forget the name------’’ (Continued next week) breast. Her first imperative instinct was to go, and meet him. Her whole being aehed with the longing to let him feel the warm rush of her sym-» pathy, to assure him that he was not utterly alone. But she cheeked the impulse, recognizing that he had no use for any sympathy or love which she could give, She had never really been any­ thing other than exterior’ to hie lite, outside his happiness, and now she felt intuitively that he would wish her to remain equally outside the temple of his grief, He was the type of man who wpud bitterly resent the knowledge that any .eyes had seen him at a moment of such utter, pitiable self­ revelation. and it was the measure of her understanding that ‘Jean waited quietly till he should come to her. When he came, he had more or less regained his customary poise, though he still looked strained and Shaken. He addressed her abrupt­ ly, "I’ve decided te go straight on to Marseilles and sail by the next boat, Jean. There’s one I San catch if I start at once," "At once?" she exclaimed, taken aback. "You don’t mean—to-day?’ He nodded. "Yes, this very evening. I find I can get down to Montreux in time for the night mail." Then, answer­ ing hex' unspoken thought: "You’ll be quite all right. You will be cer­ tain to hear from Lady Anne in a day or two, and, meanwhile, I’ll ask Madame de Varigny to play chaper­ on. She’ll be delighted”’—iwith a .flash of the ironical humor that was nevei’ long absent from him. "Who was she before she married the Count?” queried Jean. "I can’t tell you. She is very re­ ticent about her antecedents—pro­ bably with good reason”—smiling grimly. "But she is a big and beautiful person, and our little Count is obviously quite happy in hie choice," “She is rather a fascinating wo­ man, isn't she,” commented Jean. “Yes—but preferable as a friend rather than an enemy. I don't know anything about her, but I wouldn’t mind wagering that' she has a dash of Corsican blood in her. Anyway, she will look after you all right till Lady Anne writes.” “And if no letter comes?" sug­ gested Jean. "Or supposing Lady Anne can’t have me? We’re rather taking things for granted, you know." His face clouded, but cleared again almost instantly. There was * Jean’s experienced eye, his face bore the slightly restive expression com­ mon to it when circumstances had momentarily got the better of him. His companions were a somewhat elaborate little Frenchman of fifty or thereabouts, with an unmistuk- able air of breeding about him, and a . stately-looking woman some fif­ teen years younger, whose warm brunette colouring and swift, mo­ bile gesture proclaimed her of La­ tin blood. All three were convers­ ing in French. "Ah! La voici qui vient!" Pet­ erson turned as Jean approached, his quick exclamation tinctured with relief. Still in French, which both as fluently and with as little accent as Engish, he continued rapidly: "Jean, let me present you to Ma­ dame la Comtesse de Varigny,” The girl found hex’,self looking stariglit into a pair of eyes of that peculiarly opaque, dense brown com­ mon to Southern races, heavily fringed with long ’ black lashes, giving them a soft and disarming expression, yet Jean was vaguely conscious that theix* real expression held something secret and implacable, almost re- pellant, an impression strengthened by the virile, stongly-marked black brows that lay so close above them. | Fax* the rest, Madame de Varigny wa,s undeniably a beautiful woman, -1-, rather coarse hair i framing an oval face, extraordinarily , with some­ what high cheek bones and a clever flexible mouth. Jean’s first instinctive feeling , was one of distaste. In spite of her i knowledge that Vairigny was one of j the oldest names in France, the Countess 'struck her as partaking a little of the adventuress—of the type of woman of no particular birth who has climbed by her wits —and she wondered what position she had occupied prior to her mar- on his daughter’s face. ' something mystic, almost visionary, in their quiet, absent gaze, "One day, Jean," he said, "when you meet the only man who mat­ ters, Beirnfels shall be yours—the house Where your dreams shall come It’s a house of ghosts now—-a dead house, ~ the man you love will make again." (*) Musical setting by Pincott, Published by Cary 13, Mortimer Street, W. CHAPTER II Madame De Varingy Jean was standing looking from the window of her room in the hotel at Montavan, In the distance, the great white peaks pf the Alps strained upwards, piercing the mass of drifting cloud, whilst below lay a world sheeted in snow, the long reach of dazzling purity broken only where the pine-woods etched black black trunks against the whiteness and the steely gleam of a frozen lake showed like a broad clade drawn from a white velvet scabbard. It had been part of Peterson’s ex­ pressed program that, before going their separate ways, he and 'Jean should make .a brief stay at Montavan ■there to await Lady Anne Brennan’s answer to his letter. Jean had divin­ ed in this determination an excuse, covering his farewell ot that grave Sack’ on the lonely mountain-side before “ y^e-oiach, he set out upon the solitary journey I which could not fail t.n hnlrt nr.isr- . ... . . . ’ But some day you and it live Harold &Co., out They were fictitiously which could not fail to hold poig­ nant memories of other, former wanderings — wanderings invested with the exquisite joy of sharing ■ each adventure with a beloved fel- [ low-way far er. ■ | Instinctively though Jean had re­ cognized the desire at the back of Glyn’s decision to stop at Montavan, she was .scrupulously careful not to let him guess her recognition. She took her cue from his own demean­ our, which was outwardly that of arriage. man merely travelling for pleasure, and she listened with a grim sense of amusement when poor Monsieur Vautrinot, the maitre d’ hotel, re­ cognizing Peterson as a former client, sympathetically recalled the sad circumstances of his previous visit and was roundly snubbed for his pains. To Jean the loss of her mother had meant far less than it would have______ _ ____ done to a girl in more commonplace j uttle Count in an almost romantic circumstances. It was true that 1 atmosphere of tender charm, an ef- Ja^oqueline had shown herself nil)feet which he speedily dispelled by She was recalled sharply from her thoughts to find that Madame de Varigny was introducing the little 'middle-aged Frenchman to. her as her husband, and immediately she spoke Jean felt her suspicions melt­ ing away beneath the warm, caress­ ing cadences of an unusually beauti­ ful voice. Such a voice was a straight passport to the heart. It seemed to clothe even the prosaic that was kindhearted and generous in her genuine wish to compass the girl’s happiness, and that Jean had been frankly fond of her and at­ tracted by her, but in no sense of the words had there been any inter­ pretation of a maternal or1 filial relationship. As Jean, herseljf, to the huge entertainment of her par­ ents, had on one occasion summed up the situation: "Of course I know I’m quite superfluous third at Beirn- fel'S, but, all the same, you two really do make the most perfect host and hostess, and you try awful­ ly hard not to let me feel ‘de trop’.’’ But, despite the fact that Jacquel­ ine had ’represented little more to her daughter than a brilliant and delightful personality with whom circumstances happened to have brought her into contact, Jean was conscious of a sudden thrill of pain as her glance travelled across the wide stretches of snow and came at last to rest on the little burial ground which lay half hidden be­ neath the shouder of a hill. iShe was moved by .an immense conscious­ ness of loss—not just the mere sense of bereavement which the circum­ stances would naturally have engen­ dered, but something more absolute —'a sense of all the exquisite natural element which she had missed in the, woman who was dead. And then came recognition of the uselessness of such regret. Noth­ ing cottld have made Jacqueline other than she was—one of the world’s great lovers. Mated to the man she loved, she asked nothing more Of Nature, nor had she her­ self anything more to give. And the same reasoning, though perhaps in a less degree, could be applied to Peterson’s own attitude of detach­ ment towards his daughter; altho’ Jean was intuitively ''aware that she had come to mean much more to him since her mother’s death, even though it might be, perhaps, only be­ cause she represented a tangible link with his past happiness. Thrusting aside the oppression of thought conjured Up by her glimpse of that quiet God’s Acre, set high up among the hills, she turned abruptly away .from the wlhdow and! made heif way downstairs .. to the hotel vestibule. Here She discovered that Peterson had been claimed by some acquaint*- aheos. The encounter was obviously not of his own choosing, for, to giving Jean a full, true, and partic­ ular account of the various pulmon­ ary symptoms which annually in­ duced him to seek the high, dry air of Montavan, "It is as an insurance of good health that I come," he informed Jean gravely. "Oh, yes, we are not here merely for pleasure—comme ces autres”— Madame de Varigny gestured smil­ ingly towards a. merry party of men and girls'who had just come in from luging and were stamping the snow from off theiiv feet amid gay little outbursts of chaff and laughter. "We are here just as last year, when we first made the acquaintance of Mofnsieur Peterson".—the suddenly muted quality of her voice implied just the right amount of sympath­ etic recollection—“so that mon pauvre mari may assure himself of yet another yeax* of health." The faintly ironical gleam in her eyes convinced Jean that, as she had shrewdly begun to suspect, the little Count was a malade imaginaire, and once again she found herself wond­ ering what could be the circum­ stances responsible for the union of two such dissimilar personalities- as the high-bred, hypochondriacal little Count and the rather splendiddooik- ing but almost certainly pleibian- born woman who was his wife. iShe intended latef on, to ask her father if he cbuld supply the key to the riddle, but he had contrived to drift off during the course of her conversation with the Varignys, and, when at last she found herself free to join him, he had disappeared al­ together. iShe thought it very probable tliat he had gone out to watch the pro­ gress of a ski-ing match to which he had referred with some enthus­ iasm earlier in the day, and she Smil­ ed a little at the characteristic way in which he had extricated himself, at her expense, from the inconven­ ience of his unexpected rencontre with the Vaflgny’s. ;But, two hours later, she realized that once again his supermini air of animation had deceived her. From her window she saw him coming along the frozen trade that led from the hillside cemetery, and tor a mo­ ment she hardly recognized her father in that suddenly shrunk, hud­ dled, shrunk, figure of a man, stumbling down the path, his head thru&t forward and sunken on his DOUGALL CAMPBELL After a comparatively short ill­ ness, the death occurred at his resi­ dence in Ailsa Craig, of a well-known resident in the person of Dougal Campbell. Athough not enje^ying the best of health, Mr. Campbell was able to be around till a week or so ago. He resided in Ailsa Craig for about two years, having spent nearly all his life in Beechwood, where he took an active part in church and political affairs. Besides his widow, he leaves one daughter at home. Other daughters are: M.rs. D. McCallum, of the vil­ lage; Mrs. McFarlane, and Mrs. Ross of Detroit, Murray Campbell, of Adelaide is a son. The funeral took place to Nairn cemetery and was conducted by Rev, J. R. Curtis of the United Church. 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