The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-11-17, Page 6A
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CHAPTER XXV
The words of the promise rushed
vividly into Jean’s mind, and now
that steady voice through the ’phone
uttering its quiet endorsement of
the assurance given, made her feel
suddenly ashamed of her suspicious.
“Very well, I’ll come then,” she
“Hew shall I get tosaid hastily,
you?”
“It’s all
thought-
come,
hampton by the three o’clock train
from Coombe Eavie. I’ll meet you
there with the ear and drive up to
the bungalow. Judy is going to drive
into Newton Abbott early, to do some
marketing, and afterwards she’ll
lunch with her London people—the
Holfords. Then they’ll all come up
together in the afternoon.”
“I. see. Very well. I'll come to
Okehampton by the three train to
morrow' afternoon”—repeating his
instructions carefully.
“Right. That’s all fixed, then.”
“Quite. Mind you also fix a good
day—or night, rather! Good-bye.”
A murmured farewell came back
along the wire, and then Jean, re
placing the receiver in its clip, ran
off to apraise Lady Anne of the ar
rangements made.
Lady Anne looked up from some
village charity accounts which were
puckering her smooth brow to smile
approval.
“How nice, dear! Quite a charm
ing idea—you’ll enjoy, it. Espec
ially as there will be nothing to
amuse you here to-morrow. I have
two village committees to attend—
I’m in the chair, so I must go. And
Blaise, I know, is booked for a busy
day with the estate agent, while
Nick is going to South Devon some
where for a day’s fishing. I think
he goes down to-night. Really, it’s
quite unusually lucky that Judith
should have fixed on to-morrow for
her moonlight party.”
planned, because we
—at least we hoped—you’d
If you’ll come down to Oke-
CHAPTER XXVI
Moonlight on the Moor
air, warm with its
of gorse—like the
when the sun is
with the
clean
The moorland
subtle fragrance
scent of peaches
shining -on them—tonic
faint tang of salt borne by
winds that had swept across the At
lantic, came to Jean’s nostrils .crisp
and sparkling as a draught of gold
en wine.
Before here, mile after mile, lay
the white road—a sword of civiliza
tion cleaving its way remorselessly
across the green wilderness of mossy
turf, and on either side rose the
swelling hills and jagged peaks of
the great tors, melting in the far
distance into a vague, formless blur
of purple that might be either cloud
or tor as it merged at last into the
dim haze of the horizon. ,
“Oh, blessed, blessed Moor!” ex
claimed Jean. “How I love it! You
know, half the people in • the world
haven’t the least idea what Dart
moor is like. I wag1' enthusing to a
woman about'it oifly the other day
and she , actually said, “Oh yes—
Dartmoor,
isn’t it?’ Flat!”—with
gust.
Burke, his hand on
the big car which was
miles with the facility . _
strictor swallowing rabbits, smiled chanced to say jokingly, “Will you
at the indignant little sniff with come into my parlour?” she would
scream.
“Go straight in, will you?” said
I Burke. “I’ll just run the car round
I to the garage and then we might as
It’s qite flat, I suppose,
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Jean sensed the danger in the at
mosphere.
“You’ll rouse one of them-—the
quite ordinary, commonplace cue oi
bad temper, if you talk that way,”
she replied prosaically. “You've got
to play fair, Geoffery—.keep the
spirit of the law as well as the letter
“All’s fair in love and war—as 1
told you before,” he retorted,
“Geoffery”—indignantly, *■
“Jean!” mimicking her. “Well
we won’t quarrel about it now. Here
we are at our journey's end. Beheld
the carriage drive!”
The car swung round a sharp
bend and then bumped its way up
a roughly-made track which served
to link a cobbled yard, constructed
at one side of the bungalow, to the
road along which they had come.
The track cleaved its way, rather
on the principle of a railway cut
ting, clean through the abrupt ac
clivity which flanked, the road that
side, and rising steeply between
crumbling, overhanging banks,
fringed with coarse grass and tufted
with straggling patches of gorse and
heather, debouched on to a broad
plateau. Here the road below was
completely hidden from vfew; on
all sides there stretched only a lim
itless vista of wild moorland, devoid
of any sign of habitation save for
the bare, creeperless walls of the
bungalow itself.'
As the scent unfolded, Jean be
came suddenly conscious of a strange
sense of familiarity. An inexplicable
impression of having seen the place
on some previous occasion, .of famil
iarity of every detail of it—even to
a recognition of its peculiar atmos
phere of loneliness—Cook possession
of her. For a moment she could I
not place the memory. •*
knew that
mind with
Even now,
she waited
teied the bungalow from the back,!
passing through in order to admit
his guest by way of the front door,
which had been secured upon the in
side, she was aware of a feeling of
intense repugnance.
And then, in a flash, recollection,
returned to her. This was the house
of her dream—of the nightmare vis
ion which had obsessed her during
the hours of darkness following her
first meeting with Geoffery Burke.
There stcod the solitary dwelling
-et amid a wild and desolate country
and to one sihe of it grew three
wretched-looking, scrubby little fir
trees, all of them bent in the same
direcion by the keen winds as theyj
came sweeping across the Moor from.was wjtli a shock of astonishment
the wide Atlantic. Three Fir Bung-j^ia|. jean reaiised, on glancing down
I at the watch on her wrist, that over ! an hour 'and a half had gone .by
while'they had been sitting .chatting
on the verandah.
“Geoffery! Do you know it’s near
ly six o’clock! I’m certain something
■ must have happened. Judy and the
Holfords would "'•surely be here by
now if they hadn’t had an accident
• of some sort.”
Burke looked at his., own watch.
“Yesu” he acquiesced slowly. “It
is getting late.”
A look of concern spread itself
over Jean’s face. '<
“I think we ought to get 'the car
out again and go and see if anything
has happened,” she said decisively.,
“They may have had a spill. Were
they coming by motor?”
“No. Judy drove down to Newton
Abbott in the dog-cart, and the Hol
fords proposed hiring some sort of
conveyance from a livery stable.”
“Well, I expect they’ve had a
smash of some kind. I'm sure we
ought to go and ffnd out!1 Was Judy
driving that excitable chestnut of
it was associated in her.
something disagreeable,
as, at Burke’s dictation,
in the car while he en-
.marked, as she watched him care-
ully warming the brown earthenware’teqpot as \a preliminary to
biewing the teh while she busied
herself making hot buttered toast.
“Oh Judy and I are quite inde
pendent up here, I assure, you,” he
answered with pardonable pride
“We never bring any >cf the servants
from Willow Ferry, but cook for
ourselves. A woman comes over
overy morning to d<o zne “chores”—
clean the lace, and wash up the
dishes from the day before, and so
on. But beyond that are self-
sufficing.”
“Where does your woman come
frem? I didn't see a house for
miles round.”
“No, you can’t see the place, but
there’s a little farmstead, tucked
away in a hollow about three miles
from here, which provides us with
create and butter and eggs—and
with our char-lady.”
Jean surveyed with satisfaction a
rapidly mounting, pile of delicately
browned toast, creaming with gold
en butter.
“‘There that’s ready,” she announc
ed at last. “I dd hope Judy and
Co. will arrive spon. Hot buttered
beast spoils with keeping; it gets
all sodden and tastes like underdone
shoe leather. Do you think they’ll
be long?”
Burke threw a glance at the grand
father’s clock ticking solemnly away
in a corner of the kitchen.
“It’s half-past four,” he
dubiously. “
risk that luscious-looking
yours by waiting for them. I’m going
bo brew the tea; the kettle’s boiling.
“Won’t Judith think it rather
horrid of us not to wait?”
j “Oh, Lord, no! Judy and I never
Cnlv'Vhe stand on any ceremony with each
in unr1 other. Any eld thing might happen
to delay them a bit.” 1
( Jean, frankly, huiigry after her
' spin in the car through the invigora-
| ting moorland air, yielded without
further protest, and tea resolved it
self into a jolly little tebe a tete .af
fair, p?' taken of in the shelter’of
the verandah, with the glorious vis
ta of the Mooi* spread out before her
delighted eyes.
Burke was in one pf those rare
moods of his which never failed to
inspire her with a genuine liking'
for him—-when the unruly, turbulent
devil within him ,so hardly held in
check, was temporarily replaced by
a certain spontaneous boyishness of
a distinctly
“little boy”
grown man,
resistibly to
I The time slipped away quickly.
said
I ddn’t think we’ll
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disappointing!”
regretfully to
moon showing
itself in a sky
the afternoon
“They're not coming,”
Jean’s eyes flew along
message.
“Returning to-morrow,
ing the night with the
Judy.”
Her face fell,
“How t horribly
Her glance fluttered
the faint disc of the
like a pallid ghost of
still luminous with
sunlight.
“I shan’t see my moonlight Moor
to-night after all!” she continued.
“I wonder what happened to make
them change their minds?”
Burke volunteered no suggestion
but stood staring moodily at the
swiftly receding figure of the; tele
graph boy.
“Well,” Jean braced herself to
meet the disappointment, “thereis
nothing for it but for you to run me
back home, Geoffery. We ought to
start at once.”
“Very well. I’ll go and get the
car out,” he answered. “I suppose
it’s the only thing to be done.”
He moved off in the direction of
the garage, Jean walking rather dis
consolately beside him.
“I am disappointed!” she ’declar
ed. “'I just hate the sight of a
telegraph boy! 'They always kpoil
things. I .rather wonder you
your telegrams delivered, at
outlandish place,”
fngly.
“Oh, of course we have to pay
mileage. There’s
•to the ‘back 0’ beyond’!”
As he speko, Burke vanished into
the* semi-d-sk :of the garage, and
presently Jmn’ heard sounds sugges
tive of ineffectual .attempts to start
the engine, accompanied by a mut
tered curse* cr two.
later Burke
rather hot and
black smear of
“You’d better
alow,” he said gruffly,
something gone wrong with
works, and it will take me a
minutes to put matters* right.'”
Jean nodded sympathetically
retreated towards the house, leaving
him to tinker with the car’s inter
nals. It was growing chilly—the
“cool of the evening” manifests it
self early up on Dartmoor—and she
was not at all sorry to fnid herself
indoors. The wind had dropped.. $ay Mr. W. J. Brown,
but a curious, still sort of coldness' v Miss Ethel Oliver, of London, vis-:
seemed to be permeating the atmos- ^,r; °n
phere faintly moist, .and, as Jean ~~ ” ~ -
•stood at the window, gazing out half
absently, she suddenly noticed a del-
'icate blur of mist veiling the low-
lying ground towards the right of
the bungalow. Her eyes hurriedly-
swept the wide expense in front of
,her. The* valleys between the dis
tant tors were hardly visible. They
had become mere basins cupping wan
lakes of wraithlike vapour which
even as she watched them, crept
higher, inch by inch, as though re
sponding to some impulse of a rising
tide.
she added
(Cr:Wded-*out last week.)
Miss Helen Bickell spent a
days in St. Marys last- week.
Mr. Ira Marshall and Mr, William
Arthur have gone North on their
usual hunting trip.
Mr. and Mrs. Horman Routly,
Misses Greta . and Audrey Fletcher
were guests of Mrs. Matt. Routly on
(Sunday.
Mr. Russell Brock and Miss Ruth
Morley were guests of Miss Florence
Brock on Sunday.
A number of people from the
village attended the . dyster Supper
at Woodham on Friday night last.
Mr. Agnew, of St. Marys, preach
ed two excellent sermons on Sunday
to a well filled church both morning
and evening,
Mrs. Rank Pridham and daughters
were guests of Mrs. H. G. Burgin on
Sunday.
Mr. H. Epplett spent Sunday'with
Gerald Cluff.
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alow! Why, the very name itself
might have prewarned lie.!
Her eyes fixed themselves on the
green-piaint'ed door. She
quite well what must happen next.
The door -would open and reveal
Burke standing on the threshold.,
She watched it with fascinated eyes
Presently came the sound of steps
then the grating noise of a key turn-,
ing stiffly in the lock. The dpor
was flung open and Burke strode
across the threshold and came to.
the side of the car to help her out.
Jean waited, half terrified, for lolN
first words. Would they be the same
as her dream? She felt that if he
■knew
the wheel of
eating up the
Of a boa-con-
which the speech concluded, ,
‘‘You don’t like dead levels, then?’*
he suggested.
She shook her head.
“No, I like hills—something to well get tea ready before the others
look up to—to climb.”
“Spiritual as well as temporal?” |
She was silent a moment.
“Why, yes, 1 think I do.”
He smiled sardonically.
“It’s just that* terrile angelic
dency of yours I complain of.'
too much for any mere material
to live up to. I wish you’d
Mrs. Elizabeth Gill is spending a
few days with Mrs. Will -Love.
(To be Continued)
; come. I’m starving, aren’t you?”
The spell was broken. The every-
: day, • commonplace words brought
j with them a rush of overpowering
j relief, sweeping away the dreamlike
ten-’
It’s
man
step
down to my low level occasionally.
You don’t seem to be afflicted with
human passions like the rest of us"
-—he added, a note of irritation in
his voice.
“Indeed I am!”'
Jean spoke impulsively, out -of the
depths of that inner, almost uncon
scious self-knowledge which lies
within each one of us, dormant until
some lance-like question pricks it in
to spontaneous affirmation. She had
hardly heeded whither the conversa
tion was tending, and she regretted
her frank confession the instant it
had left her lips.
Burke turned and locked at
with a curious speculation in
glance. ' ■
“I wonder if that’s tnte?” he
consideringly. “If so, they’re
asleep. I’d give something to
the one to rouse them.”
There was the familiar, haif-t
hulent quality in his voice—-1
sense of unreality and terror, and as yours?” Jean nodded and responded gaily, I
“Absolutely famished!” she could
have laughed aloud at the ridiculous ■
fears which had assailed her. 1
The inside of the bungalow was in
charming contrast to its somewhat
forbidding exterior. The living
rooms, furnished very simply but 1 *
with a shrewd eye to comfort, com-]'
municated one with the other by
means of double doors which, usual- 1
ly left open, obviate)? the cramped
feeling that the comparatively small
size of rooms might otherwise have
produced, while the two lattice win
dows opening out on to a verandah
which fail the whole length of the
building. ■>
Jegn, having delightedly explored
the front portion of the bungalow,
joined Burke in the kitchen, guided
thither by the clinking
and the cheerful crackle
fire wakened into fresh
scientific application of
bellows.
“I had no idea you were such a
•thej domesticated individual,” she re-jly
I
her
his
said
Still
be
of crockery
of a hearth
life by the
a pair of
He shook his head
’“No-—a perfectly well-ccndudted
pony, as meek as Moses. We’ll give
them a quarter of an hour longer. If .
they don’t turn up by then. I’ll run
the car out and we’ll investigate.”
The minutes crawled by on lead-*
en feet. Jean felt restless and un
easy and more than a trifle aston
ished that Bnrke should manifest
so little anxiety concerning his sis
ter’s -whereabouts. Then, just be
fore* the quarter ’of an hour was up-
there came the shrill tinkle of a
bicycle bell, and a boy cycled up to
the gate and, springing off his ma
chine,. advanced UV the cobbled path
with a telegram in his hand.
Jean’s face blanched, and she
waited in taut suspence while. Burke
ripped open the ominous orange-col
oured envelope.
“What is it?’’ she asked nervous
ly, \Have they—is it bad news?”
There was a pause before Btirke I
answered. Then he handed the!
flimsy sheet to her remarking short* ‘
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