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SYNOPSIS
Glyn Peterson and bis 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 of the mountain in
the pine woods. When she goes
to visit England this Englishman [
meets
proves
precipitous hili the descent of which
must infallibly spell destruction.
She sat very still, hex. hands
together, watching—
lock
ed
CHAPTER XXII
her at the station and,
to be a son of Lady Anne.
CHAPTER XX
“Willing or Unwilling!”
was over. A bare twenty yards ,
from the brow of the hill the man
had won, and now th^ mare was
standing swaying between the* shafts1
shaking in every limb, her flanks ,
heaving and the sweat stream§ng
off her sodden coat jn little rivulets.
Burke was "beside her, patting her(
down and .talking to her in a little
intimate fashion much as though
he were soothing a frightened child.1,
“You’re all in, aren’t you, old
thing?” he murmured sympathetic
ally. Then he glanced up at Jean,1:
who was still sitting in the cart,'
feeling rather as though the end of ;
the world ha$ occurred arid, in some'
’ surprising manner, left her still
i
herself
• he remarked. “We shan’t have
It
was no sound in all the
the
theand
in their
a green1
of road
left
cumbering the earth.
“She’s 'pretty well run
out;”
any more trouble going home’
smiling briefly.
“I hope not,” answered Jean
trifle flatly.
“You all right?”
She nodded.
“Yes, thank you. You must be
excellent whip,”
thought the mare
Probably even
ized the fineness,
ship of which she had
witness—the judgment
Burke had evinced in
mare spend the first
her strength before he essayed to
check her mad pace; the dexterity
with which he had somehow con
trived to keep her straight; and
finally, the consummate skill -with
which, that last half-mile,, he had
played her mouth, rejecting the dead
pull on the reins—the instinctive er
ror of the mediocre driver—(which
so quickly numbs sensation and neu-.
tralizes every effort to bring a run--
away to
“Yes.
ber was
He was
over the mare to see if she
right, and suddenly, with a sharp
exclamation, he lifted
feet from the grpund
it.
“Cast a shoe and
rather badly,” he announced.
afraid we shall have to'stop .at the
next village and get her shod. Its’
..not a mile further on. You and I
can have tea at the inn while she’s
at the blacksmith’s.
With a final caress of the steam-j
an
“Ishe added,
would-never stop.’
Jean hardly real-
of- the horseman-,
just been a
and coolness
letting the
freshness of
There
world except the battering of
mare’s hoofs upon the road
screaming rush of the wind
ears. The hedges flew past,
distorted blur. The strip
fled away beneath them as though
coiled up by some swift revolving
cylinder; ahead it ended sheer
against a sky blue as a periwinkle
and into that blue they were.rush
ing at 30 miles an hour. Whey they
reached it, it would be' the end.
Jean could almost hear the crhsh
t}xat must follow, sense the sicken
ing feeling of being flung head
long, hurled into space . . , hurt
ling down into black nothingness . .
Her glance sought Burke’s face.
His jaw was outthrust, and she
could guess at the clenched .teeth
behind the lips that shut like a rat-
trap. His eyes gleamed beneath
the penthouse brows, drawn together
so that they almost met above his
fighting beak of a nose.
In an oddly detached manner she
found herself reflecting on the dog
ged brute strength of his set face.
If anyone could check that flying,
foapiflecked form, rocketing along
between the shafts like a red-brown
streak, he could.
•She wondere'd how long he would
be able to hold the beast—-to hang
on? She remembered having heard
that, after a time, the strain of pull
ing against a runaway becomes too
much for human nerves and musclee-
and that man’s hands grow numb—
and helpless. Whi'ile the dead pull
on the bit equally numbs the mouth
of the horse, so that he, too, has nd
more any feeling to be played upon
by the pressure of the bit.
Her eyes dropped to Burke’s hands.
With a little inward start of aston
ishment she realise<i that he was.
not attempting to pull againt the
chestnut. He was just holding . .
holding . . steadying her, ever so]
little, in her mad gallop. Jean felt
the mare swerve, then swing level
again, still answering faintly to the'
reins.
Burke’s hands were 'very still.
She wondered vaguely why—now—
he didn’t pit his strength against
thp runaway. They must have cov
ered a mile or more. A bare half-
mile was all that lay between them
and disaster.
And then ,as she watched Burke’s
hands, she saw them move, first one
and then the other, sawing the bit
against the tender corners Of the
mare’s mouth. Jean was conscious
of a faint difference in the mad
pace of her. Not enough be be ac
counted a check—hut stih some
thing,' some appreciable slackening
of the whirlwind rush towards that
blue blur of sky ahead.
It seemed as though Burke, too,
sensed that infinitesimal yielding to
the saw of the bit. For the first
time, he gave a definite pull of the
reins. Then he relaxed the pres
sure, and again followed the same mooners,”
sawing motion and the fret of the think”—___- __________ -
steel bar against sensitve, velvet lips a good place in "’which to spend a
Then another pull—the man’s sheer honeymoon?”
a standstill.,
I rather thought our num-
up,’’ agreed Burke absently,
passing his hands feelingly.
were all
of herone
and examined
torn her foot
“I’m
“No,” he. agreed. “It isn’t fair,
In fact, I’m not sure that it isn’t
rather a caddish thing for me to do
seeing that you can’t get away from
me just now. But all’s fair in love
and war. And it’s both love, and
war between us two”—-grimly.
“The two things don’t sound v’ery
campatible,” fenced Jean.
“It’s only war till you give in—
till you promise to marry me, Then”
—a smouldering light glowed in his
eyes—“then I’ll show you what love
means.” \
She shook her head.
.‘I’m afraid,” she said, attempt
ing to speak coolly, “that it means
war indefinitely then, Geoffery. I
can give you no different answer.”
“You shall!” he exclaimed vio
lently. “I tell you, Jean, it’s use
less your ,refusing me. I won’t,
take no. I want you for my wife—
ahd, by God, I’m going to have you!’
She drew away from him a* little,
backing into the embrasure of the
window. The look in his' eyes
frightened her.
“Whether I will or no?” she ask
ed, still endeavouring to speak
lightly, “My feelings in’the matter
don’t appear to concern you at all.”
“I’d rqther you came willingly—
but, if you won't, I swear I’ll marry
you, willing or unwilling!”
He was standing close to her now
staring down at her with sombre
passion-let eyes, amd instincitivVLy,
she made a movement as though to
elude him and slip back again into
the room- In the same, instant his'
arms went round\her ‘and she was
prisoned in a grip from which,she
was powerless to escape.
“Doh’t 'struggle,”zhe said, as she,
strove impotently to release herself .’
“I could, hold you from now
doomsday without an effort.”’
There was a curious thrill in his
voice, the triumphans, arrogant leap,
of possession. He held her pressed-
^against him, and she could feel his,
chest heave with his labouring
breath. ,
“You’re mine—mine. My woman
>—meant for me from the beginning'
of the world—and do you think I'll
give you up? . .'. Give you up? I
tell you, if you were another man’s
wife I’d take you away from him!.
You’re mine—every inch of you,,
body and soul. And I want you. Oh,
my God, how I want you!’-’
“Let me go. . . .' Geoffery . .
The words struggled from her lips.*
For answer his arms
round her, crushing her savagely,'
and she felt his kisses
till
tightened
burning,
scorching her face, his mouth on
hers till it seemed as though
[were draining her very soul.
When at last he released her,
he,
. . . _ _ she
ing chestnut neck, he came back to leant helplessly against the woo.d-
the side of the cart, reins. in hand, [work of the window, panting .and
“Can you drive her with a torn shaken,
foot?” queried Jean.’
“Oh, yes.
fully down this hill, though. There
are such a confounded lot of loose! tion crossed Burke’s face,
stones about.”
He climbed into the dog-cart
very soon they had reached the
lage, where the ohestnut, tired
subdued, was turned ‘ over
blacksmith’s ministrations
Burke and Jean made they
the inn.
Tea was b'rpught to them
in a quaint, old-fashioned
fragrant of bygone times.
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The October meeting of the Whal-1
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afternoon last at the home of Mrs.
John Hodgson with fourteen mem
bers and six visitors present.
Mrs.’’ John Hazelwood, president
was in the chair.
The meeting opened with hymn
162 and prayer by Mrs. Hazelwood;
The Devotional Leaflet
man of Tact” was read
Relle Duffield.
Mrs. John Hodgson j.ead
ture lesson. Proverbs *2ch.’
•A very interesting report of the.
ocnvention held in Grand Bend on
September 28th was given by Mrs.
Hilton Ogden.
Jean Ogden and Jean Morley fa
voured with a vocal duet, ‘The Children’s Joy’ and was much enjoye'd
'Several readings taken from the
Study bool^ were read by Dorothy
Hazelwood, Mabel Elliott, Ruth Hod
gson and Maty Morley.
The meeting closed with a hymn'
“I Want to be a Worker for the
and prayer by Mrs. A. Gun-
served
“The )Vo-
by Mary
the Scrips
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ning after which lhnch was
qn.d a .social time enjoyed.
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Burke fitted xthe key into the’ WH&LEN 9-
lock of the door and turned it sulk
ily. <
“You prim little thing! I was only
teasing y-ou,” he said. “Do you mean
you’re reilly ‘‘as frightened as all
that of—what people w<ould say? I
thought you were above
the gossip of ill-nature(i scandal
mongers.” I
Jean grasped eagerly at the ex-j
cuse. '‘It would serve to hide the
real motive of her impulsive action.)
--—.“No woman can afford to ignore’
scandal/’ she .answered quickly.
“After all, a woman’s happinebs de
pends -mostly on her reputation.”
Buj.ke’3 eyes narrowed suddenly?
He looked at her speculatively, as
though her words had suggested a. new train of thought, but hb made1
no comment. Somewhat. abstract
edly he\opened the door and allow
ed her to pass oiit and down the
stairs. Outside the door of the inn
they found the mare and dog-cart
in charge of the ostler.
“The mare’s foot’s rather
torn, sir,” volunteered the
“but the -blacksmith thinks
travel all right. Far to go,
“Nine or ten miles,”
Bqrke laconically.
He-'was curiously silent on the
way home. It was as though the"
chain of reasoning started by Jean’s
comment' on. the relation scandal
bears to a woman’s happiness still
absorbed him. His brows were knit
together,- morosely.
Jean supposed he was probably
reproaching himself for his conduct
that afternoon. After all, she re
flected, he was normally a man of
flood-tide of his passion had siyvcpt
him into taking advantage of the
circumstances which had flung them
together in the solitude of the little
inn, he would be the first to agree*
when in less lawless frame of mind,
that his conduct had been unpardon->
able. Although, even from that/
one could not promise that he would
not be equally culpable another
time. • •
Blaise had proved painfully cor-v
rect in his estimate of the danger*
attaching to unexplored bombs.
Jean admitted it to herself ruefully:
And she was honest enough also to
admit that, with his warning, ring
ing in her ears* and with the mem
ory of what had happened’ in the
rose>-garden to illumine
self was' not altogether
blame for the incidents
noon.
She ha.d played with
encouraged him to a .certain extent
allowing-him to be in her company'
far more frequently than was alto
gether wise, considering the
cumstances of this hot-headed love
for her. /
It was with somewlfat of a su^r-,
prise that she fiund herself seeking
for . excuses for his behavour—-ac
tually trying to supply adequate^rea'
sons' why §he should overlook it!
His brooding sulky silence as he
drove along, mile after mile, was
not without its appeal to the inher-
en feminity of her. He did not try
to excuse or palliate his conduct,-
made no attempt to sue for forgive
ness. He loved her and he liad let
her see it; manlike, he had taken
what the opportunity offered. ..And
she didn’t suppose he regretted it.
The faintest smile twitched the
corners of his lips. Burke whs mot
the type of man to regret an unlaw
ful kiss or two.
.She was conscious that—as usual
where he Was concerned—her vir
tuous indignation \vas oozing away
in the most discreditable and hope
less ip.shion. „ There' was an auda
cious charm about the man, an at
tractiveness that would not be de
nied in the hot-headed way he went^
all out, for what he wanted.
(Continued next week.)
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WOODHAM
(Intended last week)
Anniversary services were
here Sunday with a large attendance;
Everyone was pleased to .hear ourj
•former pastor Mr. Wilkinson, who
.gave us very ’ inspiring addresses, i
Sunday visitors ,here were:
Mr. and Mrs. A. Hackney
daughter of Thames Road, with
and Mrs. Ben Wilson,
E. Squire and fam-
"With Mr. and Mi-s,r
Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S.
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Mr.,
it, she her-
ciear of the,
of the after
Burke, even
Mr. and Mrs.
ily, of Whalen,
W. Rodd.
Mr. and Mrs.
Marys and Mr.
Fothenjngham, . _
Mr’, and Mrs. W. Shier.
Mr. 'and Mrs. C. Ro.utly, of Sun
shine, with Mr and Mrs. W. Wyne.-
■Mr. apd Mrs. M. Driver and family
with- Mrs. J. Thacker. r
Mrs. .Rundle, of St. Marys, with
Mr. and Mrs. B. Rundle.
Mr. -and Mrs. J.' Stephens,
Thorndale, with Mr. and Mrs.
Swallow.
Mrs. James Squire Sperft a, feyr«
days last week with her daughters
in London. r
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Her face was white as a
magnolia petal and her eyes dark-
We’ll have to go care- rimmed with purple shadow.
A faint, expression of - compunc
tion crossed Burke’s face. >
I “I suppose—-I shall never be f-or-
and ’ given now,” he muttered roughly,
vil-l-with an effort Jean forced her ton-
- gue to answer him. \
“No,” she said in a voice out of
which every particle of feeling seem-
de to have departed. “You will
never be forgiven.”
A look -of deviltry came into, his
eye». He crossed the room and,
locking the door, dropped the key-
into his pocket.
**I think,” he remarked coo>lly,
“in that case, I’d better keep you a
Prisoner here till you have promised
to marry me. It’s you ’ ■”i
Your forgiveness can come
will see to that.’
The result of
expected. Jean
dow, unlatched
the casement.
“If you don’t
once, <&eoffery,”
“I shall leave the room—this way,”
—-with a gesture that sufficiently
explained her meaning.
Her vpic6 was steady. Barke
looked at her curiously.?^
“Do you mean—you’d jump out?’
he asked, credulously.
Her eyes answered him. They
were feverishly bright, with an al
most fanatical light in them, ahd
suddenly Burke realised that she
was at the end of her tether, that
the emotional stress of the last
quarter hour had taken >its toll ,df
her high-strung temperament and,
that she might ‘even do what she
threatened. He had no conception
of the motive behind the threat—<
of the ■ Imperative determination
which had leaped to life within her
to endure tit suffer anything rather
than stay locked in this room -with
Burke, rather than give Blaise, the
man wh-o held her heart between
his two hands, ground for misun
derstanding or mistrusting hei;
e-new.
and
the
while
way to
to
upstairs
pdrlour
_______ ...... Oaken
beams, black with age, . supported
.the ceiling, and on the high chim
neypiece pewter dishes gleamed like
end an amaz-
dog, in genu-
surveyed the
smirk. Thro*
panes of the
a glimpse of
I want/
after. I
ft
' his action
turned to
it, and flung open
.was un-
the win-
cir-
silver, while at either
ingly hideous spotted
ine old Staffordshire,
scene with a satisfied
the leaded diamond
window was visible
the Moor.
“What an enchanting place!” com
mented Jean, as, tea over, she made
an inspection of the room, pausing
at last in front ot the window.
Burke had been watching her as
she wandered about ■ the room, his
expression mbody and dissatisfied.
' “It’s a famous resort for honey-
he answered. “Do you
•enquiringly—“it would be
unlock /fiat door at
’ she said quietly,
strength against the mare’s , » . I “That depends,” replied Jean
Jean watched, fascinated. I cautiously. “If the people > were
And gradually, almost impercept-, fond of- the country and the Moor
ibly at first, the frenzied boat of the and so on—yes. But they migilt
iron-shod hoofs became more meas- \ prefer something less remote from
bred as the chestunt shortened her the world.”
stride. It was no longer merely the I “Would you?”
thrashing, thunderous devil’s tattoo' “I?” — with detachment. “I’m
Of shefer, panic-driven speed, jnot contemplating a honeymoon.
Now and again’,Jean could hear: Suddenly Burke crossed the room
Burke’s voice, speaking to the i to her side,
frightened beast, chiding and reas- “We might as well settle that.
Suring in even, unhurried tones.', I point now,” he said quietly. “Jeah
She looked at kitol indignantly.
“I’ve answered that question be
fore. It isn’t fair of you to reopen’
It. takes two to .make a quarrel
and by the strangest, coincidence, it
'also takes that number to get—mar
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She was conscious of no fear, only when will you marry me?
of an absorbing interest and excite
ment as to whether
be able to Impose his .. ............ ........ ____ ________
animal before they reached that, the matter here—and now.1
Burke wdiild
will updn the
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