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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-07-28, Page 2THURSDAY, JULY 2»th, 1932 1 tfhe jfouse of breams SYNOPSIS Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year old daughter Jean ar© dining to gether in their home in Beirnfels, Austria, Glyn was of a noble Eng lish family and against the wishes of his family had married Jacquel ine Mavory, the beautiful half- Frencli opera singer. They had livr 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 fjiend 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. When she goes to visit England this Englishman meets her at the station and proves to 'be.a son of Lady Anne. added, “though I’m afraid our skating possibilities aren’t likely to im press anyone coming straight from Switzerland,” “I’m sure I shall like skating— or anything, else here,” said Jean warmly. “It is all so beautiful. I suppose Devonshire is really quite the loveliest county in England? My father always declared it was.” • “We think so,” replied Nick mo destly. “Though a Cornishman me it,” else sof- the CHAPTER X On the left, the velvet grass, its “Though would probably want to knock down for saying- so| But I love he went on. “There’s nowhere I would care to live.” His eyes tened, seeming almost to caress surrounding fields and woods. Jean nodded. “I can understand ■ that,” said. “Although I’ve only been, ] a few hours, I’m beginning to it, too. I can’t explain it- I’d come home.” “So you have. The Petersons lived here for generations. “Do you mean”—Jean stared at him in astonishment “do you mean that they lived at Coombe Eavie?’’ They place was she here love I don’t know why it is—1 hut I feel as if “Yes. Didn’t you know? used to own Charnwood—-a about a mile from here. It sold after your grandfather’s death. Did your father never tell you?” Bhe shook her head. “Her always avoided’ speaking of anything in connection with his life over here. I think he hated Eng land. Ts there anyone living * at Charnwood now?” she asked, atfer a pause. “Yes. It had changed hands sev eral times, and now a friend of ours lives there—Lady Latimer.” “Then perhaps I shall be able to go there some day. I should like to see the place where my father/s people lived”—eagerly. Nick laughed. “You’ve got the true Devonshire homing instinct,” he declared. “De-, von folk who’ve left -the county always want to see the ‘place where their people lived.’ I remember, about a year ago, a Canadian girl and her brother turned up at Staple. They were descendants of a Tormar- in who had emigrated two or three generations / before, and they had come across' to England for a visit. Their first trip, was to Devonshire; they wanted to see ‘the/pla'ce where Dad’s people had lived.’ And, by Jove, they knew a lot more about it than we did! They were posted up a Jean’s glance narrowed down to the sloping sward in front of the house. It was all just as her father had pictured it to her. a giant cedar broke smoothness of mown gnarled arms rimed with hoar-frost, whilst to the right a tall yew hedge, clipped into huge, grotesque resem blances of kirds and beasts, ^divided the lawns from a path which skirt ed a walled rose-garden. By craning her neck and almost flattening her nose against the window-pane, she could just make out a sunk lawn in- the rose-garden, and in its centre the slender pillar of an ancient sun dial. It was all very English and old- fashioned, breathing the inalienable charm of places that have been well loved and tended by successive gen erations. And over all, hills and valleys, park and woodland, lay that faint, almost imperceptible humid veil wherewith, be it in scorching summer sunshine or iron frost, the West Country tenderly contrives to soften every h^rsh outline into something gracious, and melting and alluring. To Jean, familiarized from child hood with the piercing clarity of at mosphere, ■ the brilliant colouring and the definiteness of silhouette of Southern Europe arid of Egypt, there was something inexpressibly restful* jn every detail, and insisted o,n and appealing in those blurred hues ’ personally conducted tour over the of grey and violet, in the warm rea ( of the Devon earth, with its slender overtone of. purple like the bloom on a grape, and the rounded breasts of green-clad hill curving sauvely one into the other till they merged into the ultimate, rock-crowned slopes of the brooding moor. ‘I’m going to love your England,’ she told Nick. They were Shaking their way down to the lake-—-alone together, since Blaise had curt v •refused to ’’i-i t’.em--and as she oku, Nick step ped si d regarded her coisidering’y. ‘I rather miagtrm England w-'l kve you,” he ’ep.'ied, steeling,. witn the whimsical impudence which was somehow always permttied Nick Breenan; “If it were not ior. a prior claim, I’m certain I should have loved you in about five minutes.” “I’m sorry I happened to late ” retorted Jean. “But. I can still be a brother to you,” he-pursued, ignoring her in terpolation. “I- think—reflei ;<rely —“I shall like being your broth ir.” “I should expect a brother to fetch and carry,” cautioned Jean. “And to make himself generally useful.” “I haven’t got the character from my last place about me at the mo ment, but I’ll write it out for you when we get back. ’ Meanwhile, I will perform the menial task of tening on yout skates. They had reached the lake how. It was a wide stretch of ter several acres in extent, and rim med about its banks with rush and alder. At the far end'* Jean could discern a boat-house. It must be an ideal place for boating in the summer,” she s'aid, taking in th« size of the lake appre ciatively as together they circled it with long, sweeping strokes, hands interlocked. It was much larger than it had appeared from her bedroom window, when it had been partially screened from her view by rising ground “It's around, there’s That's over on the West side of 'the park'*—he pointed in the direction indicated. “It divide© Staple from Willow Ferry-—the property of otrr next-door neighbor, so to speak. Yeu’d like the 'boating here," fie :as- by wa- all right jttst for paddling ” answered Nick. “But jolly boating on our river. , whole place. They went back to Canada rejoicing, loaded with phot ographs of StaPle-” Jean smiled. “I think it was rather dear them to come back said simply. They swung round lake and, ' as they •caught 6sight of a emerging from the path which ran through -the woods. Apparently the new-comer descried the skaters at the same time, for she stopped and waved her gesture of cap. “That is Something in his voice, some in describable deepening of quality,, made Jean look at him quickly. She remembered on one occasion, in a jeweller’s shop, noticing a very beautiful opal lying in its case; she had commented on it casually, and the man behind the counter had lift ed it from its satiny bed and turn ed it so that the light should fall upon it. In an instant the red fire, slumbering in its heart had waked into glowing life, irradiating trie whole stone with pulsing color. It was some such vitalising change us this that she sensed in the suddenly eager face beside her. Hastening their pace, -she and Nick skated up to the edge of the lake where Lady Latimer awaited them, and as he introduced the two women to each other it seemed as though the eyes of the woman op the. bank asked hastily, almost frightenedly: “Will you prove friend or foe?” And Jean’s eyes, all and luminous like every real man’s in the presence of love, nailed back steadily; “Friend!’ “Claire!” said Nick, And thought that no name could suited her better. She was the slenderest thing', about her the pliant, delicate of a harebell. ’ Ash-blonde, hair, so fair that in some lights it looked silver rather than gold, framed th© charming Greuze face. Only it was not quite a Greuze, Jean reflected. There was too much character in it -^a certain gentle Strmness, seme thing curiously still and patient in the closing of the curved lips, and a deeper appeal than that of mere wondering youth in the gentian- of like that,” she the head of the turned, Jean woman’s figure hand in a friendly little greeting. Nick lifted his Lady Latimer,” he said. soft wo- sig- Jea'h have , with grace blue eyes. They were woman’s eyes, eyes out of which no weeping could quite wash the wistfulness of some past or present sorrow. “So yen are one of the Charn- wood Petersons?” said Lady Latimer in her soft, pretty voice. “You won’t like me, I’m afraid”—smiling—“I’m living in your old home.” “Oh, Jean won’t quarrel with you over that,” put in Nick .“She’s got a splendacious castle all her ovim somewhere in the wilds of Europe.” “Yes. Beirnfels is really my home. I’ve never even seen Charn- wood,” smiled Jean. “But I should like to—some day, if you will ask me over.” “Oh yes, certainly you must come” replied Lady Latimer a little breath- seemed unaccount- though Jean’s sug- way disquieted her. Charnwood—now— what it must have I with the t SUBSCRIPTION—-? 2.00 per year in advance, Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Exeter (Etaiea-A&tionae Established 187/3 and 1887 Published every Thursday morniiir " at Exeter, Ontario THEEXETER TIMES-ADVOCyATE Eno Cleanliness Moans ... Good Health your with alone will not remove grime frpjm * , you peed soap, top. It's the same cleaning . ,it takes mpre than a mere to remove poisonous matte?, That’s why Water hands . inward ENO’S "Fruit Salt" is so good for you. It helps to make and keep you healthy by thoroughly pleausing the intestinal tract, Take it daily, morning or night. But be sure it's ENO’S! CaW4 RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each four insertions, quent insertion, tides, To Rent, Found 10c. per * Reading notices Card of Thanks yertieing 12 and Memorjam, with extra verses 25c. insertion for first 25 «. each subae- ,Miscellaneous ar- Wanted, Lost, or line pf six word*. 10 c. per line. 50c. Legal 8c. per line, In one verse 50c. each, * v lessly. But she ably flurried, as gestion in some “But of course, isn't a bit like been when the Petersons’-had it, think a place changes people ‘who inhabits it, don’t you? I mean, their influence impresses itself on it. If they are good people you can feel it in the atmosphere of the place, and if they are people with bad and feel that, too. there was no either of her referring to the last-named set of influences. “But I think Charnwood must be lovely, since it’s your home now,” said Jean sincerely. “Oh, yes—of course—it is my home now,” Lady Latimer looked troubled. ' “'But other people live— ■have lived there. It’s changed hands several times, hasn’t Nick?”—-turn ing to him for confirmation. x * Nick was frowning. He, too, ap peared troubled. “Of course it’s changed—heaps of times,” he replied gruffly. ‘‘But I should think your influence would be enough to counteract that of--of everybody else. Look here, -chutk discussing rotten, physic influerides Claire, and come on the ice.” “No, I can’t,” she replied hastily. “I haven’t my skates here.’ “That doesn’t matter. We’ve a dozen pairs up at the house. One of them is sure to fit you. I’ll go and collect, a few.”' He wheeled as though to cross the lake on his proposed errand, but Claire Latimer laid her band quickly on his arm. “No,, no,” she said. “I can’t skat© this morning. I’m on my way home.” “Oh, change your mind!” begged Jean, noticing with friendly amuse ment Nick’s expression of discon tent. “No, I really can't.” Claire’s face had whitened and her big eyes sought Nick’s in a kind of pathetic appeal. “Adrian is not—very well to-day. My husband,” she added explanotorily to Jean. The latter was conscious of a sense of shock. She had quite ima gined Lady Latimer to be a widow, and’ had been mentally engaged in weaving the most charming and liappy-ever-after of romances since the moment she had seen that won derful change came over Nick’s face Probably her impression was due to the manner of hisVirst introduc tion, of Claire’s name, “A friend of ours lives there—'Lady Latimer,” without reference to any husband lurking in the background. •She observed that Nick made no further effort to persuade Claire to remain, and after exchanging a few commonplace remarks the lat ter continued her way back tp Charnwood. It was so nearly lunch time "that it did not seem worth while resuming their skating. Besides, with Clair© Latimer’s refusal to join them, th© occupation seemed to have lost some of its charm, and when Jean sug gested a Return to the house Nick assented readily. “She is very sweet—your Lady Latimer,” remarked Jean, as- they walked back over the frostily crisp turf, “But she looks rather cad. And she isn’t the kind of person one associates with sadness. There’s something so young and fresh about her; she makes one think of spring flowers.” . Nick’s face kindled. “Yes, she’s like that, isn’t she?” he answered eagerly. “Like a pale golden narcissus.” They walked on in silence ter a few minutes, the thoughts of each of them dwelling on th© woman who had just left them. Thon Jean &aid softly: “S© that’s the ’prior claim?” “Yes,*' he acknowledged simply. ‘You never mentiioired that sh had a husband concealed somewhere I qfuite thought he was a -widow till she suddenly mentioned him.” wicked thoughts, you I know I do.”» And doubt in the mind of hearers that she, was helps to make her life—more bear able.” He'fell silent, and’ presently Jean stetched'out a small, friendly hand. ‘Thank you for telling me, Nick,’ she said. “Perhaps sqme day you’ll be happy—together.You and Claire. It sounds a horrible thing to say— to count on—I know, but a man who takes drugs! —” Nick interrupted her with a short laugh. “You needn’t count on. Latimer's snuffing out, if s that’s what you mean. He is an immensely strong man—like a piece of steel fire. It will take years for any drug to kill him. I sometimes think”—bitterly —“that it will kill Claire first.” (Continued next week.) Professional Cards iMirf ilii iti ifnilAAAAAfct . 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He had been telling her mother about it. charac- teristically^oblivious of the presence of a child of eleven in the room at the time, and some of Glyn Peter son’s poignant, illuminating phrases punctuated by little, stricken mur murs of pity from Jacqueline, had impressed a painfully accurate pic ture on the plastic mind of child hood. Ever since then, drug-mania had represented to Jean, the utter most abyss. And now, the vision of th&t slen der, gracious woman, Nick’s “pale golden narcissus,” )tied for life to a man who must ultimately become that which Glyn Peterson’s , friend had become, filled- her with sionate dismay. It was easy enough, now, prebend Claire Latimer’s lack of warmth when Jean ed" the hope that she might to Charnwood some day. from the nervous shinking of a wo man at the prospect of being driven to unveil before fre'sh eyes the se cret misery and degradation of her life.,. Jean was still silent as she and Nick re-entered the hall at Staple, ft was empty, vand by common con sent, they instinctively drew towards the fire Nick pulled forward one of the big easy-ichains for her. Then- he stood gloomily staring down in to the leaping flames, much as Tor- marin had stood the previous, even ing. “Tell me about it, Nick," she said quietly. ■ I “May I?” The words perked out like a sign of relief. ' He dropped into a chair beside her. ’ “There’s isn’t very much to •tell you/ Only, I’d like you to know —be a pal to her, if you can, Jean.” He paused, then went on quickly: “They married her to him when iglfe was barely seventeen, nineteen now. F tically a millionaire,"*'and mother and ter—trying on .nothing Claire Sir and agreed some allowance, go to him, knowing, then, that he had already begun to take drugs.” “How could they?’’ burst from Jean in a strangled whisper. Nick nodded. His eyes, meeting hers, had lost their gay hunter and were dull and lack-lustre. “Yes, you’d wonder how, would n’t you?” he said. His voice rasped a little. “'Still-—'they did it. Then, later on, the Latimers came to Charnwood, and Claire arid I m©t. It didn’t take long to loye h.er—you can understand that, can't you?” “Oh, Nick—yes! She is so alto gether lovable.” “But understand this too,”—and th© sudden sternness that gripped his speech reminded her sharply of hi's brother-—“ w© recognise that that is all there can ever be between us. Just the knowledge that we love one another.,,I think even that | Four guests at the French River Chalet Blingalow Camp recently brought in four muskies totalling 73 ppunds, of which the largest weighed 26 lbs. and the smallest twelve. Fishing at this popular resort is most successful this sea-' son, and-there will be keen com petition for the Canadian Pacific trophy. 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