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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-10-27, Page 2THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1032 -Ar THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE &he jfouse of breams Come 3rue BY MARGARET PEDLAR SYNOPSIS Glyn. Peterson and his twenty-year bld 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 her at • the station and to be a son of Lady Anne. CHAPTER XXII women besides Jean found His dis­ and the the ately avoided being alone with her.1 On the second day, however, as luck would have it, she encounter­ ed him in the corridor just outside her own sitting-room, He was striding blindly along, obviously not heeding where he was going, and had almost collided with her before he realised that she was there. He jerked himself backwards. “I beg your pardon,” he muttered still without looking at her, and I made as though to pass on. j Jean checked him with a hand on his sleeve. She had not watched the dogged sullenness of his face throughout yesterday to no purpose and now, her swift gaze searched it anew, she felt convinced that something fresh had occurred to stir him. It was impossible for Jean to see a friend in trouble without wanting to "stand by.” "Nick, old thing, what’s wrong?” she asked. He stared at her unseeingly. "Wrong?” he muttered. "Wrong?” "Yes. 'Come in here and let’s talk it out—whatever it is.” With gentle insistence she drew him into her sitting-room. "Now,” she said when she had established him in an easy-chair by the open window and herself in another, “what’s gone wrong? Are you still boiling over about that trick Sir Adrian played on Claire the day of the picnic?” , She spoke lightly—more lightly - ^ess- than the occasion warranted—of set, *s well merited And Jean was rule. some genuine Exeter (Eimea-Aftuurate Established 187/3 UUd 1987 Published every Thursday aaorptnr »at Exeter, Ontario that she enjoyed the process of bes ing grilled! No, Nick, it’s up to you -—to just go on helping to make her life bearable, as you have done for the 'past years.” "It’s asking too imjch of me, Jean Nick spoke a little thickly. He was up against one of man’s most primitive instincts—the instinct to protect and comfort and cherish the woman he loved. "I know. It’s asking everything of you.” Jean waited. had gained a certain of ground—that Nick’s had weakened a little in her pleading, but she drive him too far. She could hear steps crossing the hall below. If someone should come up­ stairs and disturb them now, while things were ..still trembling in the balance------ "See, Nick,” she began to speak again hurriedly. "You believe I’m your pal—yours and, Claire’s?” ‘I know it,’ he replied quietly, “And—and you do care a about me?”—smiling a little. "You’re the third woman in world, Jean. After Claire and mother.” "Then, to please me—for nothing else in the world, if you like, but be­ cause I ask stay as they longer? Just We’re going That’ll make a break—bring back, to a caliper, outlook on things. Sir Adrian may never strike Claire again. And it wouldn’t be fair— ■just now, at a time when she is feel­ ing horribly bitter and humiliated from that—that insult—to ask her to go away with you. Give her a fair chance to decide a big question like that when things are at theii normal level—not when they arc worse than Usual. To. ask her now would be to take advantage of the feeling she must have, just at thif moment, that her life is unbearable It wouldn’t be playing the game.” He made no answer, ‘and Jean waited with increasing trepidation. ■Sihe was sure now that she could hear footsteps. Someone had mount­ ed the stairs and was coming along the corridor towards her room. “Nick!” The low, agitated whis­ per burst from her as the steps halt­ ed outside her door, "Promise me!” It seemed an eternity before he answered. "Very well. I promise. You’ve won for the moment—‘.Saint Jean’ He smiled at her, rather sadly Before she could reply, Blaise’s voice sounded outside the door, ask­ ing iff he might come in, and with a feeling of intense relief that the battle was won for the moment'; Jean gave the required permission. As his brother entered the room Nick quitted ’ it, brushing past him abrup^y. Tormarin’s eyes questioned Jean’s "We' have been discussing -Sir Adrian,” she explained, as the door closed behind Nick. "And—and Claire.” He nodded comprehendjngly. "Poor old Nick!” he said. "It’S, damned tough pn him. Latimer ought to be carefully and quietly chloroformed out of' the way. He’s as much a menace to society as a i She felt that she amount oi . resolution response to feared to fancied she SUBSCRIPTION— $2.00 per year in advance. RATES-—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c, each insertion for firtt four insertions. 25c. each subse­ quent insertion. Miscellaneous ar- tides, To "Rent, Wanted, Lost, or Found 10c, per line of she wprdt Reading notices Card of Thanks vertising 12 and Memoriam, with extra verses 25c. lQc. per line. 50c. Legal ad- 8c. pep line. In one verse 60e each. mad dog.” Jean sighed. "I’m afraid they’re very unhappy —Nick and Claire.” ‘‘I wondei^Clhire doesn’t chuck her husband,” said Blaise; "And take : whatever of happiness she can out of the world.” Jean shock her head, (Continued next week.) love. It—it as sacrilege. "And won’t it bet—another of sacrilege—if you take her with you, Nick?” asked Jean quietly. He flushed dully. "He’ll divorce her ,and then we shall marry,” he answered. "Even so”—steadily—"it would he doing evil that good- may come.” “Then we’ll do ’ ‘It’s easy enough there moralising, and comfortable, borne all we can. enOugh to care as other, and to live it means that Claire is to suffer un­ speakable misery and humiliation while I stand by and look on—why. it’s beyond human endurance. You­ ’re hot tempted. You’ve no concep­ tion what you’re talking about. Jean sat very still and silent while Nick stormed out the bitter­ ness of sould recognising the truth of every word he uttered—even of the gibes, which, in the heedlessness of his. own pain, he flung at herself. Presently she g'ot up and moved rather slowly across to his side. "Nick,” she said, and here eyes ^looking into his, were very bright and clear and steady. Somehow for ’ Nick they held the semblance of I two flames, torches of pure light | burning unflickeringly in the dark- "Nick, every word you say ______ ________ _ I’m hot tempted as you purpose, hoping to reduce the ten- an(^ Claire have been, and so, it: sion under which Nick, was obvious- • see'ms sheer cheek my interfering But I'm only asking you to do what I pray I’d be strong' enough to de myself in like circumstances. I don’t believe any true happiness can ever come of running away from duty. And if ever I’m up against such a thing—a choice like this— I hope to God I’d be able to hang on . . to run straight,- eVen if it half-killed me to do it.” 1 The quick, iiftpassioned utterance ceased, and half shrinkingly Jean realised that she had spoken out of the depths of her soul, crystallising in so many, words the _ uttermost ideal and credo of her being. In, some strange, indefinable fashion -it was borne in fin her that she had reached an epoch in her life. It was as when a musician, arrived at the end of a musical period, strikes a chord which hQl^s the keynote oi the ensuing passage. "She faltered and looked at Nick be­ seechingly, suddenly self-conscious as we most of us are when we find we have laid bare a bit ,ol' our in­ most soul to the possibly mocking eyes of a fellow human being. But Nick’s eyes were not in the lea.St mocking. Instead of that, some of the hard- mess seemed to have gone' out oi them, and his voice was very gentle I as, taking Jean’s two hands in his he answered: "I believe you would run straight little Jean—even if it meant tearing your heart out of your body to de it. But, you know, you’re always I on the side of the angels—instinct- ’ ively. erage fuilly- down and sit on the ground in a heap when I think of what my. girl’s enduring as Latimer’s wife, lieve I might stick my part business—but I can’t stick her.” "And yet,” urged Jean, "if away together, Nick, it’s she who’ll pay, you know, does. Adrian to? It punish Claire— "He would divorce her,” protest­ ed Nick harshly.. Jean shook her head. "I don’t think so. Honestly, I be­ lieve he would get undiluted satis­ faction out of the fact that, as long as lie lived, he could stand between Claire and everything that a normal woman wants—Home, and a shelter­ ed lire, and the knowledge that no one can ’say things’ abbut her. Ch. Nick! Between you—you. and Sir Adrian—you’d make an outcast of Claire, make her life a worse hell With you than it is Without you.” She paused, then went on more quietly: "Have you said anything to her about this—-told her what you want het to do?” ‘No, not yet—not definitely.” Jean breathed a sign of relief. . "Then don’t! won’t, Nick?” "She might refuse, after all,” he suggested, evading the question. "Refuse! You know her better than that. If you wanted Claire to make a burnt*offeting of herself for youir benefit to-morrow, you know she'd do> ft! And—and”—laughing a little hysterically—"pretend,, too kind away very get Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association it”—savagely, for you to sit perfectly placid Claire and I have It has been bad we care for each apart. But when it—.will you let are for a few that little while, to London next­ bif my my things weeks Nick? week us all more everyday Will you wait? 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After a contest meeting was closed by Mizpah Bene- dicion. ly labouring. His face hu’rt her. The familiar lazy insouciance which was half its charm was blotted opt of it by some heavy cloud of tragic significance. He looked as though he had not slept for days, and his eyes, the gaiety burnt out of them by pain, seemed sunken in his head He stared at her blankly for a moment. Then he seemed to awaken to the meaning of her question. "No,” he said slowly. “No. The boiling over part is done with—fin­ ished . . . I’m going to take her away from him.” * He spoke with a curious precision, It frightened Jean far more’than any impetuous outburst of anger could have done. She made no answer for a moment, tbut her mind work­ ed rapidly. She did not .doubt the absolute sincerity of his intention This was no mere reckless boast of an angry lover, but the sane, consid­ ered aim and object of has come, by way of agony of thwarting, to urination. "Do you mean that, asked at last, to gain time. “Do I mean it?” he laughed. Then his hands pripped the arms -of the chair and he leaned forward. “>J .saw her—last evening after dinner . . . Her shoulder was black.” A sharp cry broke from Jean’s lips. "Not—not- Nick "He Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S. DENTIST Other it equally difficult to resist, sheer virilityf^with its splendid regard for other peoples claims its conscienceless belief that battle should assuredly be to strong, earned him forgiveness where, .for misdeeds not half so flag­ rant, a less imperious sinner would have been promptly shown the dqpr But no woman—hot even the .wo­ men to whom he had made o love without the excuse of loving—had ever shown Burke.the door or given him the kind of treatment which he had thoroughly twenty times over, no exception to the At least he had claim or her forgiveness—the claim of a love which had swept through his very being like a fierce passion, of a man love means adoration, above all, possession. And what woman can remain- righteously angry man who loves tier- offence is the outcome of the over­ mastering quality of that love? Very few, and certainly none who was sc very much a womgn, so essentially feminine as Jean. It was in a very which she endeavored .. ily detached, that she at last broke the silence which had reigned foi the last six miles or so. "I suppose I shall have to forgive you—more or less. One can’t ex­ actly quarrel with one’s'' next neighbor.” Burke smiled grimly. "Can’t one?” "Well, there’s Judith to be con­ sidered.” A rather curious expression came into his eyes. “Yes,” he agreed. "There’s Ju­ dith to be considered.” There was a hint of irony in the dry tones. "It would complicate matters were not on speaking terms with brother,” pursued Jean. .She waited for his answer, none came. The threatened possi­ bility contained in her speech ap­ peared to have fallen dn deaf ears and the silence seemed likly to con­ tinue indefinitely. "You might, at least, say yo'ti are sorry for—for-----” MFor kissing you?”—swiftly. "Yes”—flushing a little. "But I’m not. Kissing with deliberation—“is one things I shall never regret, come to my peace with Heaven and repent in sackcloth and ashes for my sins of omission and commission I shan’t include this afternoon in the i “Can you suggest a better?” Then, Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon flame, |the to whom worship— ever long with a ■and whose very small voice to make air­ dooi if„ 1 he i bu1 you”— of the When 1 a man wnc some long a set deter-•k Nick?” she ■he hadn’t------” nodded. struck her. There was one of the usual scenes when they got back from the Moor—and he struck her . . . It’s the first time he has ever actually laid hands on her. It’s #going to be the last”—grimry. Jean was silent, Her whole soul was in revolt against the half-mad: drug ridden creature who was mak­ ing Claire’s life a daily martyrdom; the instinct 4o protect her, to suc­ cour self And way her in some way, asserting it- with almost passionate yet-----jShe knew that was not the right way. 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It was worth it -^if I pay for it afterWards in hell.’ He was silent a moment. Then: "But I’ll promise you one, thing I’ll never kiss you again till give me your lips yourself.” Jean smiled at the characteristic speech. She supposed this near an apology as Burke ever get, «i blind composedly, never do that.” He flicked the with the whip. "I think, you will,” he said "I think”*—he looked at her somewhat enigmatically—"that you will give me everything I want-some day/ CHAPTER XXIII On the Side Of the Angels throughout the day following the the expedition to Dartmoor, Nick seemed determined tn keep out of Jean’s way. it was as though he- feared she might force some confi­ dence from him that he was loth tc give, and, in consequence, delibc*" you was as would That**s nil right, then,” "Because I ^hal. she re- chestnut lightly as Jean was miserably silent: "Nor can I and one 1. swear—I won’t leave the woman I love in the hands of a man who is practically a maniac, to be tortured day after day, mentaly and physically, just feels like it.” It struck Jean as Nick had been able, to keep himself in hand whilst Sir Adrian inflicted upon Claire what­ ever of mental and spiritual tor­ ture seemed good in his distorted vision. 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