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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-10-06, Page 6THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1932 w Z 'gj.jin.iiiiwr'w.iie I THE EXETER TIME^APVOC?ATC ! I.I !!ll HJ.. J fl!1. J111 ff«»lli*i face Bhe nodded slowly, “That's as ipay be. Fox' tez tbe zulin luch aud zaim ill-luck will come to yu as comes to thikke maid, There’s ,no ring given or tahen, tout you’m bound together so fast aud firm as wedding-ring could bind ’ee” Jean felt hex* face flaxne scarlet ip the tdusk of the tiny room, and she turned and made her way hast­ ily out into the sunshine once more, thankful for the eager queries of NIcK and Claire, which served to bring back to. normal the rather strained atmosphere induced, by th§ gypsy’s final comnxent. As they climbed the side of the tor once more, Jean x'elapsed silence. More than opce, more twice, since she had come to land, she had been vaguely gexous of some hidden menace to h©r happienss. and now the gypsy- had suddenly given words to her own in­ definite premonition of evil. "For there’s 'darkness cornin’ black darkness,” It was a relief to join the rest of the picnic party, who were clamour­ ing loudly for their lunch, good- humoredly indignant with the wan­ derers for keeping them waiting, "Another five minutes,” announc­ ed Burke, “and we should have be­ gun without you. Not eyen Lady Anne could have kept us, under re­ straint a moment longer.” + The party was quite a large one, augmented by a good many friends from rou borhpod, and amid the riotous fun and ridic­ ulous mishaps which almost invar­ iably accompany Jean contrived to ing of oppression turah’s prophecy, Burke, having with lobster mayonnaise, establisixecx himself beside her, and proceeded to catechise her about her recent ex­ perience, “Did the lady—what’s her name-; Keturah?—-tell you when you were going to marry me?” he demanded in an undertone, his dare-dev.il eyes! laughing down at her impudently, “No, she did not. .She only tpr- ( sees things that are really going to 1 happen,” retorted Jean. \ “Well, that is”—composedly. “She * chn’t be much good at'Iter job if J she missed .seeing it.” “Well”—Jean affected er—“the nearest she got that slie saw _ ‘darkness black darkness.’ ” Under cover of> the general pre­ occupation in lunch and conversa­ tion, Burke’s hand closed suddenly over hers. “You little devil,” amused, half sulky, pay for that.” But out here, in ope-n spaces of the no'fear o'f him. “First catch youi’ taliated defiantly. He regarded her tensely for a mom­ ent. “I’ll take your advice,”, he said briefly. Then he added: ’“Did you know that I'm driving 'you back in my cart this afternoon?” Various cars and trap‘s and saddle horses had brought the party toge­ ther at the appointed rendezvous—a little village on the outskirts of the Moor, and Jean had driven up with Blaise in one of the Staple cars. She looked at Burke now, in astonish­ ment. * “You certainly are not,” plied quickly. "I shall go I came—in the car.” “Quite impossilble. It’s down. lunch hampers in it, across that God-forsaken bit of moOx* road— with disastrous results to the”car’s internals. So that you and Tor- marin have got to be sorted into other conveyances. And I’ve under­ taken to get you home.” (Continued next week.) SfW &he ffouse of breams Come frue I BY MARGARET PEDLAR 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 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 ?f the mountain In the pine woods. When she goes to .visit England this Englishman meets hex' at the station and proves to be a son of Lady Anne. CHAPTER IX more, indeed-?Except"— mockingly — “the beauty /a side her, his eyes absorbing, pot the vista of rolling moox* with jagged tors of bnown-grey stone, but the sun as it rioted thro’ a glory of red-brown hair and touch­ ed changeful gleams of gold into to­ paz eyes. There was a queer little throb in Jean’s voice, the low note of almost passionate delight which sheer beauty never failed to draw from her. It plucked at the chords of memory, and Tormarin’s thoughts leaped back suddenly to that- day they had spent together in the mountains, when, as they emerged from the pinewood’s gloom to the revelation of the great white-pin­ nacled Alps, she had turned to him with the rapt cry: "It’s so beautiful that it makes one’s heart ache." "Do>you remember—----” he began voluntarily, then checked himself.' “ 'M—m?” she queried. Thejittle at a clay pipe, they discovered a hummocked small, shrivelled old woman, sqn- in the mid- “What bowing with which a good Providence has already endowed you. You’re a lucky woman, Miss Peterson; your cup is was just her full. $Ty wife is n-ot, perhaps”—re-1 wholesome self, gardiug her appraisingly—“quite so beneficently dowered so it remains fox' xne up to the brim” He paused, and as point eyes beneath the flabby detected the slight stiffening Claire’s slender figure, his long, thin lips widened into’ a sardonic grin. “Yes, to the brim,” he repeated with satisfaction. “That’s a hus­ band’s duty, isn’t it, Mr. Brennan?” —addressing Nick with startling suddenness. “You should know better than I; Sir Adrian,” retorted Nick, seeing'must be”— that you have experience of matri-, Christian.” mony, while I have none.’ “But you have hopes—aspirations' theology, isn’t it so?” pursued, Latimer grave-j Claire’s voice, girlishly gay and ly. There was an undercurrent of free from* the ' nervous restraint . disagreeable suggestion in his tones.' which normally dulled its cadence of '•» Nick was acutely conscious that youth, broke suddenly on thejr ears, his keenest aspiration at the mo-'as she and Nick, rounding the oor- ■ment was to knock the creature down and jump on him. “We must find you a wife, eh, Claire? Eh, Miss Peterson?” con­ tinued Sir Adrian, rubbing his palm of one bony hand slowly up and unpacking the lunch baskets, while down over the back of the other., you two are just lounging here in “I’m sure, Claire, you W’ould like to see sot—.intimate—u friend as Mr. Brennan happily married, wouldn’t you?” uing herself, like day warmth, T -She lifted her preached, revealing an i old, delicately-featured face, which might have7 been carved out of a piece >of yellow ivory, it was a net­ work of wrinkles, colourless save for the piercing black eyes sparkled beneath black brows, while the' fine-cut and beautifully \moulded spoke unmistakably of race- old untainted blood which in some gypsy families has run clear,, unmix­ ed and undiluted, through countless generations, There was an odd dignity about the shrunken, still upright figure as she rose from her seat—the free­ dom of one whose neck has nevex* bowed to the yoke of established interrogative murmur was taiitiliz- (custom, whose kingdom is the sun ing in its soft note of intimacy. The Jean of the last, few days— the days immediately following their quarrel—-had temporarily vanished. The beauty of the Moor had taken hold of her, and all the mockery and bitter-sweetness which she Ixad lat­ terly reserved fox* Tormarin’s bene­ fit was absent from her manner. Site natural sweet and a cat, head as they ap- immensely that arched nostrils .mouth —of the by Providence, to fill her cup the black,pin­ lids of I and sea and earth and air as God gave them to Adam—and when the visitors had explained their errand, and she proceeded in the soft, slurred Devon dialect, the seemed to cohvey a unfitness. Claire .and Nick were the first to lare the oracle. The old woman be- ’ ckoned to them to follow her into the cottage, while Tormarin ana Jean waited outside, and when they 1 once more, both were laughing, their faces eager and half I excited like the faces of , children | promised some indefinite treat. "She’s given you luck? then?” say it | asked Jean, smiling in sympathy. The gypsy interposed quickly. ‘‘Tezn’t for xne to give nor take to answer them accents of the illiterate speech strange sense of " ‘M—m? Do I remember—wliat? “I was thinking what a pagan little beauty-lover you are. You wor- emerged shipped the Alps. Now ’ you are worshipping Dartmoor,” I She nodded. | “I don’t see why you should call it; ‘pagan,’ though." I should was equally Christian, ,1 think we were meant to love beauty. Other­ wise there wouldn’t have been such away the luck. But I knaw that, back a lot of it around. it around just by accident. “Quite probably you’re agreed Blaixe. “In which case you ■he rsmiled- "Positively I- believe they’re talk- ner of a big granite boulder, discov­ ered the two recumbent forms. "You disgustingly lazy people." she pursued indignantly. “Every body’s dashing wildly to and fro blissful idleness.” ‘ “It’s chronic with me," murmur-; ed ZT'ormarin lazily. “And anyway, Claiie, neither you nor Nick appear; “I should like to see him happy," to be precisely overtaxing yourselves answered Claire with tight lips. .bearing nectar and ambrosia." “Just so—just so,” agreed her s “j carried some of the drinks up' husband in a queer cackling tone this confounded hill," submitted .as though inwardly amused. “Well, Nick. “And damned heavy they get him a wife, my dear. You are Wete, too. I can’t think"—plain-, such friends that you Should .know tively—"why people should be so precisely the type of woman which thirsty at a picnic. I’m sure Baines . appeals to him." ' He nodded and turned to go, glid-'ments to float a ship.” ing away with a odd, shuffling gait,! “Praise be” interpolated BJtebise ’ and muttering to himself as he went piously. “Precisely the type—precisely." I “Oh, we’ve done, our share,” sup- As he disappeared from view doWn plemented Claire. “And now we’re one of the branching paths of ‘the going to the gypsy who lives here to . shrubbery, an odious little daugh, have oux* fortunes told.” *■ half chuckle, half snigger, came to the ears of the three listeners. , Claire’s face set itself in 1LM' that made her look years older than terwards.” her age. ’ ' ’ “You’d better go,” unevenly. “We shan’t be able to* I talk any more now that he knows'gypsy who tells real fortunes; you are here. He’-ll be round—somewhere.” Jean nodded. “Yes, we'd bettei’ be going, Come Nick, along, Nick, And let Claire”—dropping hex’ _________ _ ____ I’m sure Baines jhas shoved in enough liquid refresh- have our fortunes told." "Before lunch,” subjoined Nick, . "sb that in case they’re depressingly lines ’ bad you can stay us with flagons af- 1 * ’ / | Jean sat up suddenly, her face lit she whispereq with interest. ” ~ *' *' "Do y°u m6an that there is a real she hovering) demanded, j “Yes—quite real. She’s supposed j Ito be extraordinarily good," replied . “She a lady of property, too, us know,’ Since sire has acquired a few square . __x-x-—o voice—"as yards of the Mood from the Duchysoon as you have found out for cer-)^nd built herself a little shanty tain what day he goes away, You there. She repoices in the name of can telephone down to us, can’t you? Keturah Stanley.’ * “Yes, I’ll ring up when he’s out I “I should like to nave my for- of the house some time," she ans- tune told," murmured Jean medita- wered. “Or send a message. Any- tively. way, I’ll manage to let you * know' “T”’ somehow. Oh!”—stretching out her arms ecstatically—“imagine a day of utter freedom! 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Legal ad 8c, per line, in one verse 50c each.slats’ diary Friday—Ant Emmy is wirryed about hey nephew witch lives over in Washington Co becuz his wife rote to Ant Emmy and sed ' Horace had a cut in lxis ’weekly stipend. Ant Emmy sed she did-etnt know just what a stip­ end was but his ’famly all ways'did half to have a, lot of Operashuns. -Saterday—Effy Tate is ably : now & evryibudy smiles when they see her. hex* engag ement was anixou need tlie uther day and the paper up t-o the city ast her for her pitcher and she got ex­ cited and in the Xcitement she sent the noose paper a X ray 'pitcher witch she had taken of her left lung They did not print it though, Sunday—Pa is afrade to go to work ..at the noose papex’ office were • he works tomorrow becuz he just . notised that he let a Airex* get in I the paper about the fire acrost the i crick last Thursday the peace sedI the fire ’is thought to of been caus­ ed by an Xposed wife in the Attic. . Munday—well we sad a stake supper out in the backyard tonite and pa was saying to Ant . Emmy & II that lie had* red,.a lots about how Endustro.us a ant is but he sed he > notised they all ways find time to go to a picnick enny ways. | Teusday—Ernie Hale was as ares ted today b&cuz he went threw a hed lit and the pjudge ast him why did he do it and Ernie sed he new he shud’ of waited but he was preSt for time so .the judge sed well we will fix that so he give him ten days. I gess thats plenty of time. Wensday—-Ma went to the Ladys Ade society today and* she ,secl it was a offle dull affare becuz they tawk- ed about the very same people, they tawked about last month at the L. A. society meeting. Thirsday—Blisters mther and fa­ ther enfprxned him that he has got a little sfstei* down to the hospital*. 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Closed Wednesday Afternoon God didn’t put; o’ they gert black clouds the young ’ lary’s so mortal feared of, the zun’s right,” | shinin’ butivul, I tell ’ee, my dear' -nodding encouragingly to Claire, •"an excellent while the keen old eyes narrowed to mere pin-points of light—“you’ll zee it, yourself—-and afore anothex* yeai* is crep’ by. ’Ess, fay You’ll knaw then as I telled ’ee trexv." Then with a gesture that‘sum­ moned Jean to follow her, she dis­ appeared once more into the inter­ ior of the hut,- Jean hesitated nervously in the doorway. Foi* a moment she was conscious of an acute feeling of dis­ taste for the impending interview— a dread of what this woman, whose eyes seemed the only live thing in her old, old face, might have to tell her "Coxne with me? she apealed to Blaise. And he nodded and follow­ ed her across the threshold. The scent of the- peat fire came warm and fragrant to her nostrils as she steped out of the sunlight in­ to, the comparative dusk of the little Shanty, mingling curiously with an aroma of savoury stew which issued 'from a black pot hung above the fire, bubbling and chuckling as_.it simmered. . The gipsy, as though from forte of habit, gave a stir to its contents and then, setting herself on a three- legged stool, she in her wrinkled, and peered at its “Your way baint t’othex* young lady’s,” se muttered at last, in an odd, sing-song tone. “There’s life an’ death an’ fire, an’ flame afore yu zee the sun shinin’ clear , .- And if so be yu take the wrong thmin’ you’ll niver zee it. And there’ll be -no postes to guide ’ee. Tez your awn sawl must tell | ’ee how to walk in the darkness. .For there’s darkness cornin’—black darkness.” She paused, and the liquid in the black pot over the fire seethed up suddenly and filled the silence with its Chuckling and gurgling, so that to Jean it seemed like the some hidden malevolence defiance at her. The old woman clutched a little tighter, turning the palm so that the light from the tiny wiinlbw fell more directly upon it. “There’s a~ castle faitiix’ for ’ee, me dear,” she resumed in sing-song voice as before, zee. it so plain as plain, wont never live there wi yu love, though you’m hopin’ tu, I see ruin and devastation all around it, and the sky sjured as blid above it." -She released Jean’s hand slowly. took Jean’s hand claw-like fingers palm in silence, so plain tu zee as sound of chortling her hand he said, half I’ll make you the wind-swept Moor, Jean felt hare—” she re- she re- back as broken They rashly brought on the across moOr Jones—I’m doggone tired of ing at home. Brown—How Jones—Well, cooking there the worst. eat- come? when it comes to Idan always expect DR. E. S. STEINER VETERINARY SURGEON Graduate of the Ontario Veterinary College z DAY AND NIGHT CALLS PROMPTLY ATTENDED TO Office, in the old McDonell Barn Behind Jones & May’s Store EXETER, ONT. 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President FRANK’ MCCONNELL Vice-Pres, ANGUS SINCLAIR DIRECTORS J. T. ALLISON, SAM’L NORRIS r SIMON DOW, WM. H- COATES. AGENTS JOHN ESSERY, Centralia, Agent for Usborne and Blddulph luvtN L, HARRIS, Muuro, Agent for Fullarton and Logan THOMAS SCOTT, Croniarty, Agent for Hibbert W. A, TURNBULL Secretary-Treasurer Boxl 295, Hxeter, Ontario “I’ll take you," volunteered Blaise!) There was 8. suddenly alert look in his face, as though he, too, would like to heai* Jean’s fortune told. “We'll all go then,” said Claire. “You must let Keturah tell yours as well, Blaise?’ He shoo his head. "Thanks, no/’ he answered brief­ ly. "I know my fortune quite as well as I have nhy wish to.” j Tormarin’s curt refusal somewhat and her curiously bright eyes fastett- quenched the gaiety of the moment, | ed upon Tormarin, and rather soberly they all four made their way down the slope to | hand? where, in a jittle sheltered hollow I withered claw to take it, at the foot ctf the tor, the sunlight But he drew it away hurriedly, glinted on the cotrugated iron roof-' "No, no/’ he said attempting to ing of a tiny tWo-roomed hut. built speak light. '"This lady’s fortune jux wood, 'isn’t sufficiently encouraging for foe Outside, sitting oh an inverted to venture?’ f pall and tjqmpozodly puffing away, The gypsy’s eyes ‘ never left his I Gold of heather, a quivering green of the Moor, and somewhere, high up in the cloud-flecked blue above, the exultant, piercingly sweet carol of a lark. "Oh. How utterly perfect this is?’ sighed Jean. 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