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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-07-07, Page 6THB EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATEThursday, july t, W SYNOPSIS Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year old daughter Jean are (lining tor gather in their home ip Beirnfels, Austria, Giya 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 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 old friend Lady Anne Brennan, in England. Jean remains at Mon tavan awaiting a reply from Lady Anne. She meets an Englishman and spends the day at his cabin on the side of the mountain in the pine woods. A storm came up while they were there. But by evening she was driven in, to accepting the fact that he had quitted the mountains, and of a sud den Montavan ceased to interest hey. The magic that had disguised it yes terday was gone. It. had become merely a dull little village where she was awaiting Lady Aunt Bren nan’s answer to her father’s letter, and she grew restlessly impatient tar that answer to come. It came at last, during the after noon of the tailowing day, in the form of a telegram: “Delighted to welcome you. Letter follows.” The letter followed in due course, two days later, the tardiness of its arrival accounted for by the fact that the writer had been moving about from place to place, and that Peterson’s own letter, after pursu ing her for days, had only just caught up with her. “I cannot tell you,” wrote Lady Anne in her squarish, characteristic hand, “how delighted I shall be to have the daughter of Glyn and Jac queline with me for a time. Al though with a grown-up daughter sounds quite improbable; he never really grew up himself. So you must come and convince me that the unexpected has happened,” Jean liked the warm-hearted, un conventional tone of the letter, and the knowledge that she would so soon be leaving Montavan filled her with a sense of relief. During the four days which had elapsed since the Englishman’s de-, parture her restlessness had grown on her. vividly reminiscent of which they had shared together for her peace of mind. She wanted to forget that stolen day—thrust it away into the background of her thoughts. Unfortunately for the success of her efforts in this direction, the ele ment of the unknown which sur rounded the Englishman, quite apart from anything else, tended of her veying spect, complete had been his True his figure thoughts, but is was a figure devoid of any background of ‘home, or friends, or profession. He might be a ’ king or a crossing-sweeper, for CHAPTER VII The stolen day, that day embark ed upon so unconcernedly, in a gay spirit of adventure, had flamed up at its ending into something alto gether different from the light hearted companionship with which it had begun. Then her conscience, recreated and vigorous from its morning toilet presented another facet of the affair for her inspection. With officious detail it marshalled the whole series of events before her, dwelling par ticularly on the fact that, with but very slight demur, she had consent ed to abrogate the accepted conven tions of her class—conventions de signed to safeguard people from just such consequences as had ensued— and winding up triumphantly with the corollary that although, like most men in similiar circumstances. The Englishman had not scrupled to avail himself of the advantages the occasion offered, he had probably, none the less, thought rather cheaply of her for permitting him to do so. This reflection stung her pride— exactly as Conscience had intended it should, without doubt. Last night there had seemed to her no question about the quality of that farewell! in the little screened-off alcove. ’ There had been nothing common or “cheap”5 about it. The gathering ~ o .. ... .. incidents of the whole day, the flight | all she knew to the contrary—only through the storm, the prelude of < that neither the members of the one Valse Triste all seemed to have led her by inperceptibie degrees to a point where she and the Englishman could kiss at parting without shame. And now, with the morning, the" ______ ___ _______ ____ __ delicate rainbow veiling woven by felt that she detested this man from romance was rudely torn asunder, nowhere who had contrived to break the the word “cheap” dinned in her through her M’ontavan had become too the hours would to keep him in the forefront mind. It was only now, sur- their acquaintance in retro that she fully realised how reticence, dominated her him,. Madame de Varigny was1 voluble in her regrets at the prospect of losing h$r *’chore Mademoiselle Pe terson,” yet in spite of her protesta tions of dismay Jean was conscious of an impression that the Countess derived 'some kin$ of satisfaction from t’he imminence of her depart ure. .She could not reconcile the con tradiction, and it worried her a little. She believed—quite justly— that Madame de Varigny had con ceived a real affection for her, and, as far as herself was concerned, she had considerably revised her first impressions of the other, finding more to like in her than she had an ticipated, noticeably a genuine warmth and fervour of nature, and a certain kind-hearted capacity for interesting herself in other people, And, liking her so much better than she had at first conceived pos sible, Jean resented the sudden re produced the the, suggestions of in sincerity which she thought she de tected in the Countesses’s expres sions of regret. On the face of it the thing seem ed absurd. She could imagine no conceivable reason why her depart ure should give Madame de Varigny any particular reason for compla cency, which only made the more perplexing her impression that this was the actual feeling underlying the latter’s cordial interest in her projected visit to England. On the morning of her departure, Jean’s mind was too preoccupied with the small details attendant up on .starting off on a journey to dwell upon the matter. But as she shook hands with Madame de Varigny for the last time, the recollection gorg ed over, her afresh, and she was strongly conscious that beneath the other woman’s . pleasant, “Adieu, mademoiselle! Bon voyage!”—just ’ as some slimy and repulsive form have I of life may stir amid the ooze at the bottom of a sunlit stream. nor the other profession are usually addicted to sojourning at Swiss chalets and forming promiscuous friendships .on t'he ice. were moments when sheThere tne the word cheap” dinned in her through her feminine guard of ears like the clapper of a bell. I aloofness merely to gratify his The appearance of her premier de- whim to spend a day in her- company jeuner came as a welcome distrac-! But there were other moments tion from her thoughts, and with' when the memory of that stolen day the consumption of cafe au lait and, glowed and pulsed like some rare the crisp little rolls, hot from the §em against the even, grey monot- oven, accompanying it. The' whole ! ony of all the days that had preced- matter began to assume a less hein-! ed it—and of those which must ous aspect. After all, argued Jean’s1 comie after. She coi|ld not 'hawe weak human nature, the unconven-1 analysed, even to herself, the emo tionality of the affair had been con- ■ tions it had awakened in her. They siderably tempered by the fact that were too complex, too fluctuating, the Englishman had practically sav- As she packed her trunks in pre- CHAPTER VIII The Man From Montavan^ Jean arrived in London with a good three hours to spare before the South-Western express, by which she proposed to travel to Devonshire was due to leave Waterloo Station. She elected, therefore, to occupy the time by touring round the great, unknown' city of her dreams in a taxi-cab, and spent a beautific hour glimpsing the Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, and the old, grey misty river that Londoners love, and skirmishing in and out of the shops in Regent Street and Bond Street with her hands full of absurd expensive, unnecessary purchases only bought because this was Lon don .and she felt .she just simply must have something English at once, and winding up with a spin through Hyde Park—which didn’t impress her very favourably in its winter aspect of leafless trees and barren stretches' of golden grass. Then she drove to a hotel, and, her luggage deposited there to awhit her departure, her thoughts turned very naturally towards lunch. Her ed her life during the course of the paration for an early start the fol-, scampei1 round London in the crisp, Alone, she would undoubted- lowing day, Jean recalled with sat~'clear> frosty air had converted the ; recollection of her early morning coffee and oil into something ex tremely nebulous and unsupporting, and it was with the healthy appe tite of an eager young mind in an eager young body that she faced the several courses of the table d’hote. She glanced about her with inter est, the little snatches of English conversation which drifted to her from other near-by tables giving her a patriotic thrill of pure delight. These were typically English people lunching in a typically English ho tel, and she, hitherto a stranger to her own mother-country, was do ing likewise. The knowledge filled her with ridiculous satisfaction. Nor were English people—at home in their own country—anything like _____ __ as dull and dowdy as Glyn Peter- , l____________j at!soa’s sweeping icriticims had led her This isn’t quite as cyn- |to expect. Tht men were immense- day. ly have foundered in the drifting isfaction the genuine ring of wel- snow; and when a man has rescued come which had sounded through you from an early chilly grave, it >the letter that had come from Eng- certainly lets the acquaintance be- land. Until she had received it, she ■tween you, however short is dura- had been the prey of an increasing tion. on a new and more intimate diffidence with regard to suddenly plane. j billeting herself for an indefinite “Good-bye, little comrade; thank period upon even such an old friend you for my magic moment.” | of her father’s as Lady Anne—;a ti- The words, and the manner of niidity Peterson himself had cer their utterance, carile back to Jean, tainly not shared when he penned bringing with them a warm and com- ’ kis request, forting reassurance. The man who' had thus spoken had not thought her cheap; he was too fine in his perceptions to have misunderstood ’ like that. She felt suddenly certain of it. And the pendulum of respect swung back into its once mote. Presently she caught herself dering whether she would see him again before he left Montavan. True he had told her he was going away the next day But had he actually gone? Somewhere within her lurk ed a fugitive, half-formed hope that he might have altered his intention. She tried to brush the thought aside, refusing to recognise it and determinedly maintaining that it mattered nothing to her whether he stayed or went. Nevertheless, thro'- out the whole day—-in the morning when she made a pretence of en joying the skating on the rink, and again in the afternoon when she Walked through the pine-woods with the Varignys—she was subcon- , _ . _ . ___ .sciously alert for any glimpse of, the' provision tar his daughter's welfare lean, supple figure which 1ft a single; Petatsoft had gone cheerfully on his •day had sufficed to make so acutely , eonviticed that he had done all familiar, j that was paternally encumbent on | Gotaewbat ta Jeau’a ^atisfacttan he conveyed them to the table next j her ewA, and ahe ’was pleasantly conscious, as they passed her, of a ■ provocative whisper of silk and of the faint fragrance of violets subtly permeating the atmosphere. Conditions that perhaps she had been manifesting her interest a little too openly, she turned her at tention to a magazine she had bought en route from Dover and was soon absorbed in the inevitable huppy-eYer-alfter conclusion of the Story she had been reading. “Lady Anne? Oh, she lives Staple now, Didn’t you know?” The speaker’s voice was’ clear and resonant, with the peculiar carrying quality which has replaced in the modern Englishwoman of the upper classes that excellent thing in wo man which was the proud boast of an earlier generation. The conjunction of the familiar words “Lady Anne” and “Staple” struck sharply on Jean’s ears, and almost instinctively she looked up. As she stirred, one of the women glanced indifferently in her direc tion, then placidly resumed her con versation with her companion. “It was just after the smash-up,” she pursued glibly. “Blaise Torjnar- in rushed off abroad for a time, and the news of Nesta’s death came while he was away. Poor Lady Anne had to write and tell him of it.” “Rather ghastly!” commented the other woman. “I never heard the whole story of the affair. I was In Paris, then, and it was all over— barring the general gossip,of course! —by the time I returned. I tried to pump it out of Lady Anne once, but she was as close as an oyster.” Both women talked without low ering their voices in the slightest degree, and with that complete in difference to the proximity of a stranger sometimes , exhibited by a certain arrogant type. Jean, realising that father’s1 friends who discussion, and finding ed into the position of auditor, felt wretchedly uncomfort able. She wished fervently that she could in some way arrest the conversation. Yet it was clearly as impossible for her to lean over and say: “You. are talking about the people I’ am on my way to visit,” as it would have been for her to put her fingers in her ears. So far nothing had been said to which she could, actually object. Her feeling was chiefly the offspring of a sup ersensitive fear that she might learn from the lips of these two gossiping women, one of whom was apparent ly intimately asquainted with the private history of the Tormarin fam ily, some little fact or detail which Lady Anne might not care for her futufe guest to know. Apart from this fear, it would hardly .have been compatible with human nature— certainly not feminine nature—if she had not felt pricked to consider able personal interest under discussion. “Oh, it was a fool first woman rejoinedl to supply the details with an air of rapacious satisfaction which reminded Jean of nothing so much as of a dog with a bone. “Nes- ta Freyne was a typical Italian—-al though her father was English, I be lieve—all blazing, passionate eyes and blazing passionate emotion, you know; then there was another man —and there was Blaise Tormarin! You can imagine the consequences for yourself. Blaise has his full share of the Tormarin temper—and a Tormarin in a temper is like the devil with the bit between his teeth. There were violent quarrels and fin ally the girj bolted, persumably with the other man. Then, & later, Lady Anne heard that she had died abroad somewhere. The funny thing is that it seemed to cut Tormarin up rather badly. He’s gloomed about the world ever since, so I sup pose he must have been pretty deep ly in love with her before the crash came. I never saw her, but I’ve been told she was diabolically pretty.” (Continued next week.) Old Party-—Young man, you’re with out balace. Weigh well your conduct before it’s tqo late, Young Man—Yes, sir, but I’ll have to get my balance before I can that. W txrtrr OtfaW-Atattat* Established 1873 and 1887 Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, ontarta SUBSCRIPTION—$2.00 per year in advance. 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At Lucan Monday and Thursday self place won- “Give my little girl house-room, will you, Anne?.” he had written with that candid and charming sim plicity which had made and kept for him a host of friends through all the vicissitudes Of his varied and irresponsible career. “I am off once more on a wander-year, and I can’t' be tripped up by a petticoat—cer-| tainly not my own daughter’s u„. every yard. This isn’t quite as cyn- ’to expect. Tht men were immense- icai as it sounds. You’ll understand, f well-groomed and clean-Jlook.ing I know. Frankly, a man whose life, She liked the “morning tub” appear- to all intents and ’purposes, is end- auce they all had; it reminded her ed, is not a fit Company for youth the Englishman at^ Montavan. Ap- and beauty standing palpitating on patently it was a British chatacter- the edge of! the World. By the Way, istta* did I tell you that Jean is rather beautiful? I forget. Let her see England^—that little corner where you live, down Devonshire way, al ways means England, to my mind. And let her learn to love English- womeh—if there are any more there like you.6 A.nd, having accomplished this characteristic, If somewhat sketchy it was her were under herself forc- an unwilling business,” the settling down of the story ZIMMER—ZILER A very pretty wedding was sol emnized Tuesday morning at nine o’clock at St. Boniface Church, Zu rich when Mary Loretta eldest dau ghter of Mi*, and Mrs. Joseph Ziler, became the bride of Henry E. Zim mer, son of Mr. and Mrs. Alex Zim mer, of Dashwood. The ceremony was performed by Rev. Fr. Powers who also sang the nupttaL mass. The bride, Who was given in marriage by her father looked charming in a gown of white canton crepe with hat and shoes to match. Antionette Ziler, only*'sister of th© bride was bridesmaid and Was gowned in maize canton crepe with hat and Shoes to match, Elmer Zimmer sup- (ported the groom, immediately af- Were so well-turned out, with a slim | ter the ceremony the immediate long-limbed grace of figure she I relatives of the bride and gf oom re found admirable, and with splendid, paired to the home of the bride’s natural .complexions— skins like; patents where a rose and Ivory. |____ Two1 of them were drifting into ternoon the yoting couple left on a the room together now, with a su-' honeymoon trip to points east. The perbly cool assurance of manner* rather as though they had bought' with accessories to match. The women, too, filled her with a species of vicarious pride. They jpaiouta wheic a dainty wedding | dinner was Served. Later in the af- 1 i bride travelled in a beige ensemble ..................... 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