HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-06-09, Page 2THURSDAY, JUNE 9tli, 1932 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
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BY MARGARET PEDLAR
SYNOPSIS
Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year
old daughter Jean are dining to
gether in their home in Beimfels,
Austria", Glyn was of a noble Eng
lish family and against the wishes
of his family had married Jacquel
ine Mavory, the beautiful half
French opera singer. They had liv
ed very happily togethei’ travelling
around when they so desired but
always returning to Beirnfels, One
yeaf 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. Jean remains at Mon-
tavan awaiting a reply from Lady
Anne.
old
in
CHAPTER II
“Lady Anne Brennan,” supplied
Jean.
A curiously conce-rtrated expres
sion seemed to flit for an instant
across Madame de Varigny’s fa.e,
but she continued smoothly;
“Mais, oui—-Lady Brennan. Eh
bien, if you have not heard from her
by the time we leave for Sit. Moritz,
you must come with us. It would
add greatly to our pleasure.” |
“It’s very good of you,” replied
Jean.
the suggestion, realizing that if, by
any mischance, the letter should be
delayed till then, Madame de Var
igny’s offer would considerably
smooth, the path. In spite of Glyn’s
decision that she must join him in
Paris, should Lady Anne’s invitation
fail to materialize, she was
aware that he would not greet
appearance on the scene with
enthusiasm.
“I suppose”—the Countess
speaking again—“I suppose Brennan
is a very frequent—a common name
in England?”
The question was put quite cas
ually, more as though for the sake
of making conversation than any- &utlbGUt
thing else, yet Madame de Varigny liftin'
’ to await the answer with a
anxiety.
no,” Jean replied readily
“I don’t think it is a .com-
Lady Anne married in-
ded pleasantly. “You will be well
occupied while we are away. Au
revoir, then, till our return. Perhaps
we shall walk down to the rink
to witness your progress under
sieur Griolet’s instruction."
(She smiled mischievously,
smile irradiating her face with
sudden charm. Jean felt as though,
for a moment, she had glimpsed the
woman the Countess might have
been but for some happening in her
life which had soured and embitter
ed it,- setting that strange implaca
bility within the liquid depths of
her soft, southern eyes,
She was still speculating on Ma
dame de Varigny’s curious personal
ity as she made her way along the
Leaden track that led towards the
rink, and then4 us a sudden turn
cf tn j brought the sheet of ice
suddenly into full’view, all thoughts
concerning the bunch of contradic
tions tl’./. gc?i to make up individ
ual eha :;?.2te were swept out of her
mind,
In the
i •.
silver,
l’.'-xe ,!
cla.k
ly
, tains.
There were a number
latex*
Mon-
the
a
g>-.y of the morning sun-
t the stretch of frozen water,
med Eke a shield of burnished
; whilst on its
great pine-woods,
and siient, climbing
sing ground towards
further side
mysteriously
the steep-
the moun-
of people
She felt frankly grateful for (skating, and Jean discovered Mon-
well
; her
any
was
seemed
curious
“Oh,
enough,
mon name,
to a junior branch of the family, I
believe,” she added.
“That would not
a very good match
daughter, surely?”
“A junior branch?
be considered
for a peer’s
hazarded the
Countess. “A junior branch? I
suppose there was a romantic love-
affair of some kind behind it?”
It was Lady Anne’s second mar-
Her first husband was a Tor-
—one of the oldest families in
<<
riage.
marin-
England.” Jean spoke rather stiffly.
There was something jarring about
the pertinacious catachism.
Madame de Varigny’s. lips tremb
led as she put her next question, and
not even the dusky fringe of lashes
could quite soften the sudden gleam
in her eyes.
“Tor—ma—rin!” She pronounced
the name with a French inflection,
evidently finding the unusual Eng
lish word a little beyond her powers.
“What a curious name! That, I am
sure, must be uncommon. And this
Lady Anne—she lias children—sons?
No?”
“Oh, yes. She has two
“Indeed?” Madame de
looked interested. “And
the sons called?”
(Jean regarded her with
prise. Apparently the subject
nomenclature had a peculiar fascin
ation for her.
“I really forget. My father did
’ once tell me, but I don’t recollect
wfiat he said.”
A perceptible shade of disappoint-
- ment passed over the other’s face,
then, as though realizing that she
had exhibited a rather uncalled-for
curiosity, she said deprecatingly:
“I fear I seem instrusive. But I
am so interested in your future—-I
have taken a great fancy to you,
mademoiselle. That must be my ex
cuse.” She rose from the table, add
ing musingly: “At least you will not
find it dull, since Lady Anne has
two sons. They will be companions
for you.”
Jean rose, too, and together they
passed out of the salle a manger.
"Abd what do you propose to do
With yourself today?” asked the
Countess, pausing in the hall. “My
husband and I ar& going for a sleigh
drive. Would you care to- come
Vrith us? We should be delighted.”
Jeah shook her head.
“It’s very kind of you. But I
should really like to try my luck on
the ice. I haven’t skated for years
and as I feel a -trifle shaky about
beginning again, Monsieur Griolet,
who directs the shorts, has promised
to coach me up a bit some time this
morning.”
“Bon!” Madame de Varigny nod
never really lost.
time she was thorough-
the rapid, effortless
felt herself equal to
required, is
In a short
ly enjoying
motion, and
steering a safe course be-yond the
narrow limits of the “Mugs’ 'Corner”
—-as that portion of the ice allotted
to novices was unkindly dubbed.
She struck out for the middle of
the rink, gradually increasing her
speed and revelling in the sting of
the keen, cold air against her face.
Then, all at once, it seemed as
though the solid surface gave way
beneath her foot. She lurched for
ward, flung violently off her bal
ance, and in the same moment the
sharp clink of metal upon ice be
trayed the cause. One of her skates
insecurely fastened, had come off,
She staggered wildly, and in an
other instant would have fallen had
not someone, swift as a shadow,
glided suddenly abreast of her and,
slipping a supporting arm r
waist, skated smoothly be
little
until
time,
As
turned to offer
found herself looking stralf
the lean, dark face- of the :
man who had passed hei w
had been watching the sk.ue
“You’re much toe incompetent to
be out on. the ice alone,” he remark
ed as he buckled the last strap,
A faint flush of annoyance rose
in Jean’s cheeks at the uncomprom
ising frankness of the observation,
“What are your friends thinking
of to let you do such a thing?" he
pursued blandly ignoring her mute
indignation.
“I have no friends here, J am—
my own mistress,” she replied tartly..
He was* still kneeling in the snow
in front of her, Now he sat back
on his heels and subjected her face
to a swift, sharp scrutiny, Almost,
she thought, she detected a sudden
veiled suspicion in the keen glance.
“You’re not the sort of girl to be
knocking about—alone—at a hotel,”
he said at last, as though, satisfied.
you know what I am
retorted quickly. “You
qualified to judge.”
mademoiselle, I do not
you are—but I do know
are not.
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I’m I
here
-was
am going
garded from the standpoint of the
broad interpretation of the word
convention, and that by every law
of Mrs. Grundy’s she ought to snub
him soundly for his presumption and
retrace her steps to tne hotel with
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“How do
like?” she
are hardly
“Pardon,
know what
very certainly what you
And”—smiling a little—“I think we
have just had ocular demonstration
of the fact that you’re not accustom
ed to fending for yourself.”
There was something singularly
attractive about his smile. ' It light
ened his whole face, contradicting
the settled gravity that seemed ha-
hitaul to it, and Jean found herself
smiling back in response.
“Well, as a mater cf fact,
not,” she admitted. “1 came
with my father, and he v.’as-
suddenly called away. I
on to stay with friends.”
“This is my last day here,” he re
marked with sudden irrelevance. “I
am off first thing to-morow morn
ing.”
“You’re not stopping at tn?
are you?”
He shook his head.
“No. I’m staying at a friend’s
chalet a little way beyond ’t. Mais,
voyons, medemoiselle, you will catch
cold sitting there. Arc you too
frightened to try the ice again?”
He seemed to assume that her
next essay would be made in his
company. Jean spoke^a little hur
riedly.
“Oh, no, I was supposed to have a
lesson with Monsieur Griolet
morning. He is the instructor,
explained. “But he was
coaching someone else when I
out.”
“And which is this Monsieur*
let? Can you see him?”
Jean’s glance ranged over the
tered skaters on the rink.
“Yes. There he is.”
His eyes followed the direction in
dicated.
“He seems to be well occupied at
the moment,” he commented. “Sup
pose—would you allow me to act
as coach instead?”
-She hesitated. This stranger* ap
peared to be uncompromisingly pro
gressive in his tendencies.
! “I’m perfectly capable,” he’ added
curtly.
“I’m sure of that.
His eyes twinkled.
“But it would not
me il faut? Is that
“Well, it wouldn’t,
retaliated.
His face grew suddenly grave, and' the home of Dr. C. A. Campbell,
she noticed that when in repose j Th
there were deep, straight lines' on have
either side of the mouth—lines that •
are usually only furrowed by severe
suffering, either mental or physical.
1 “Mademoiselle,” he said quietly.
“To-day, it seems, we are two very
lonely people. -Couldn’t we forget
“what is comme il faut for once? We
shall probably never meet again. We
know nothing of each other—just
‘ships that pass in the night.’ Let us
keep one another company—-take
this one day together.”
He drew a step nearer to her.
j “Will you?” he said. “Will yoil?”
He wag looking dc-wn at her with
The following item taken from
the Kingsville Reporter refers to
Rev. R. Fulton Irwin, a former pas
tor of Centralia -circuit: “Rev. Mr.
Irwin, Cot'tam, had charge of the
evening service at the United Church
here Sunday c-v?ning
pleased to le.t /a chat
chased the hoiwe of
Kennedy, Diviif.ti- Str
will some day
resident of town.”
-ng.
dll, she
and
rut into
Mnglish-
hen she
t’Q,
He lifted his cap, and' as he stood
for a moment bareheaded beside
her, she noticed with a curious little
Shock—half surprised, half apprec
iative—that on the left timple his
dark brown hair was streaked with
a single pure- white lo.ck, as though
a finger had been laid ' upon the
hair and bleached it where it lay.
It conferred a certain air of distinc
tion—an added value of contrast—
just as the sharp black shadow in a
neutral-tinted picture gives
den significance to the whole
ception.
The stranger was regarding
with a flicker of amusement in his
grey eyes..
“That was a near thing!” he ob
served. r
Evidently he judged her to be a
Frenchwoman, for he spoke in
French—very fleuntly,- but with an
unmistakable English accent. In-,
stinctively Jean, who all her life’
had been as frequently called upon
to converse in French as English,
responded in the same language.
®he was breathing rather quickly,
a little shaken by the suddenness of
the incident, and his face took
shade of concern.
“You’re not hurt, I hope?
you twist your ankle?”
“Nc—oh, no,” she smiled at
“I can’t have fastened my
yroperly, and when it shot off like
that I’m afraid I rather lost my
head. You see, “she added explan-'
atority, “I haven’t skated for some
years. And I was never very pro
ficient.”
“I see,” he said gravely. “It was
k’3
sieur Griolet in the distance, super
vising the practice of a pretty Amer
ican girl who was cutting figures
with an ease' and exquisite balance
of lithe body that hardly seemed to
: stand in need of the instructions he
poured forth so volubly. Probably,
I Jean decided, the American had en-
■ tered for some match and was being
j coached up to concert pitch accord-
' ingly
i She stood for a little time watch
ing with interest the varied perform-* ances of the skaters. Band of
I light-hearted young folk, indulging
in the sport just for the sheer enjoy
ment of it, sped gaily by, broken
snatches of their talk and, laughter
.........ng back to' her as they passed,
, whilst groups of more accomplish-
r' ed skaters performed intricte evol-
utions with an earnestness and in
tensity of purpose almost worthy of
a better cause.
Jean felt herself a little stranded
and forlorn. -She would have liked
someone to share her enthusiasm
or the marvels achieved by the fi
gure skaters— and to laugh with
her a little at their deadly serious
ness and at th£ scraps of heated ar
gument anent the various schools
of technique which came to
borne on the still, -clear air.
Presently her attention was
tracted by the solitary figure
man who swept past her in
course of making a complete circle
of the rink. He skimmed the ice
with the free assurance of an e-xpert,
and as he passed, Jean caught a
fleeting glimpse of a supple, sinewy, a little rash of you to start again
figure, and of a lean, dark face,: quite alone, wasn’t it?”
down bent, w.ith a cap crammed low
sud-
co li
Jean
on a
SOUS*
Varigny
what are
I
Did
But-
mild sur-
-of
her,
at-
of a
the
him.
ikate cn
? I “I suppose it was. .However, as
on to the somewhat scowling brows.: y°u luckily happened to be there to
There was something curiously
distinctive about the man. Brief as
was her vision o£ him, it possessed
an odd definiteness’—a vividness of
impression that was rather starling.
He flashed by, Ills arms folded
across Ills chest, moving with long,
rhythmic strokes which soon car
ried him to the further side of the'^or you.'
rink,
terestedly. He was i
an Englishman, and he seemed to be
as solitary as herself, but, unlike
her, he appeared indifferent to the
fact, absorbed in his own thoughts
which, to judge by the sullen, brood
ing expression on his face, w'ere not
particularly pleasant ones.
Soon she lost sight of him amid
the scattered groups of smoothly
gliding figures. The scene remind
ed her of a cinema show. People
darted suddenly into the picture,
materializing in full detail in the
space of a moment, then rushed out
of it again, dwindling into insignifi
cant black dots which merged them
selves into the continuously shifting
throng beyond.
At last she bent her steps towards
the other sde Of the rink, by com
mon consent reserved >for beginners
in the art Of skating. She had not
skated for several years, owing to
a severe .strain which had left her
with a weak ankle, and she felt
somewhat nervous about starting
again.
Rather slowly she fastened oh her
skates and ventured tentatively on
to the ice. For a few minutes she
suffered from a devastating feeling
that her legs didn’t belong to her,
and wished heartily that she had
never quitted the safe security of
the bank, but before lohg her
fidence returned, and with it
flexible ease of balance which,
save me from the consequences, no
harm is done. Thank you so much.” j
; this
she
engaged
came
Grio-
scat-
be quite com-
it?”
would it?” she
There was a note of dismissal in,
her voice, but apparently he failed eyes that were curiously bright and
to notice it, for he held out his hands
to her crosswise, saying:
“Let me help you to the bank, and
1 then I’ll retrieve your errant skate
‘ n >>
Jean’s eyes followed him in- j 80 evidently expected her to
unmistakably (comply with his suggestion that, al-
* ■ • > most without her own violition, she
Th ore vts a tense
I in his voice which once again
that disconcerting tremor of
sciousness tingling through
blood.
She knew that his. proposal
impertinent, unconvential,
coil-
that
once
mu nui U H XI ViUXlllUHj
found herself moving with him to
wards the edge of the rink, her
hands clasped in a close, steady
grasp, and a moment later she was
scrambling up the bank. -Once more
on level ground, she made a move
ment to withdraw her hands.
“I can manage quite well now,”
she said rather nervously. There was
something in that strong, firm grip
of his which sent a curious tremor
of consciousness through her.
He made no answer, but released
her instantly, and in her anxiety to
show him how well she could man
age she hurried on, struck the tip
of the skate she was still wearing
against a little hummock of frozen
snow, and all but fell. He caught
her as she stumbled.
“I think,” he remarked drily, ’you
would do well to- sacrifice your in
dependence till your feet are on
more equal terms terms with one an
other.”
Jean laughed ruefully.
“I think I should,” she agreed
meekly.
He led her to where the prone
trunk of a tree offered a seat of
sorts., then went in search of the
missing skate. Returning in a few
moments,, he knelt beside her and
fastened it on—securely this time—
to the slender foot she extended to
wards him.
last. We are
he has pur-
the late ?>Irs.
?et North, and
;• a permanent
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Things are looking good out nere;
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KIRKTON
(Too late for last week.)
Miss Thelma Marshal', spent
week-end in Godern h with
friend Miss Laura Johnson.
■Mi.-s Lizzie Collie has taken
her abode at Ipperwash Beach
the summer.
Mr. Ed. and George Campbell, of
Toronto, were week-end visitors at
the
her
up
for
note
sent
con
ker
was
even re-.
The children of the Sunday School
-----s started practising for their
anniversary to 'be held on Sunday,
June 19 th.
Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Myers and
family, of Stratford were visitors
with Mr. and Mrs. Silas Shier on
•Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Fletcher, of
Detroit, were week-end visitors with
Mr. and Mrs. Archie McCul’dy.
Mr. and .Mrs. Charles Clarke, of
London, spent a few
with Mr. and Mrs.
wood.
(There will be no
United-Church cn .Sunday, Rev.
Bell being at Conference at
Thoma
The
Pauls church is being held
day.
Our baseball boys went
son on Friday night and
Anderson team 5-2.
days this week
Walter Hazel-
services in the
Mr.
St.
j s.
s anniversary services of
next .Sun-
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