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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1926-3-24, Page 7Love, he Tyrant THE BRUSSELS POST 1410111111/1011*.W.•••141=11111100110,401.M....M*0.....M..0...............1110.1•0.••••••••••••••••••.....71*..1..LOY00*.....“••••*41111NM.M.M.J.•••••61.1010M1.1aIRMIANYMOI eateln+40+.+4.+0.144440+++.4.•+.+ 0+: 1 (,=, • ,WANTED It was ten o'clock before he reaeh- "Dunne, mister. No, she airl't; ed the place he was making for and stopped before- one of the small houses in a street near the deck gates, It was—unlike its neighbors, which were mostly email chandlers, ironmongers, and oil shops—a pri- vate house; cut the door was divid- ed hatch fashion, and the upper balf W013 still open, and in a small room inside an old man was mending boots by the light of an evil -smell- ing paraffin lamp. It was the only thing unclean in ;the room, which was scrupniously neat, notwithstand- ing its occupant's employment. A teapot stood on the hob, and a cup of that beverage which cheers rich and pooralike was at the shoe -mak- er's elbow. He was so engaged in his work that .he did not -see Jack until he leant over the lower half of the door, and said, cheerily: "Nano, jacobt" "Oh, it's you, mister," said the old man. "So you've come back?" Jack nodded. "You don't seem very surprised, Jacob." Jacob shook his head. "No," he said, composedly. "Most of you come back, I notice." He looked through the doorway towards • the docks dreamily. "I've seen scores and scores come here; and many of 'ern go away, but most of 'ern come back. It's something in the Mr of the place, I reckon; it's fine and open here, you see." Jack smiled as he glanced up the narrow and by no means over -clean street, and sniffed the heavy air re- dolent of an extraordinary mixture of odours, in which that of tar and bilge -water distinctly predominated, and smiled again. "And where have you been—hay- making?" asked' the old cobbler. "Right the first time!" respendmi Jack, cheerfully. "Ah 1 a good many of 'ern tries that; but they seldom stick to it. The country's a dull kind o' place— at least, I should think so; I've nev- er seen it myself. There's nothing like London." "You're right, there isn't!" assent- ed Jack, with emphasis, Jacob nodded. "No, mister. Them as has once lived in it can't keep away from it for long. Walked far?" "Pretty far; far enough to make sne want to go to bed. Can I have say old room, Jacob?" he asked, as he opened the door and went in, his stalwart figure seeming to "crowd" the room. Jacob shook his head. "Sorry, mister," he said. "It's let. You see, we didn't think you'd be coming back so soon. Not that we could have afforded, to keep it." "Of eourse not; but I'm sorry; I was very comfortable here. So far as I've seen, it's the only house in the place where they use soap and Je a scrubbing -brush. Well, I must try my moi,5 elsewhere." The old cobbler scratched his head with his awl, and surveysed s Jack nrifinatingly. "Your old room's gone," he said, b "but there's the little 'un at the top; a'aen could have that—if you could I get into it." Jack laughed. "If it's smaller than the old one it will be a bit of a squeeze," he said, "but 111try it. Perhaps your new lodger mayn't stay long." Jacob shook his head doubtfully. "Can't say, I'm sure. We ain't partickler sweet on her, and we'll - give her notice if you think of stay- ing on; though she pays her sent regular and is quiet enough—most times." "Oh, don't give her notice on my account," spid Jack. "Especially as my stay is uncertain. I'll manage, I shouldn't like to turn a woman out. Who is she, a sail -maker?" Nearly all the women near the docks are enmioyed in the sail -lofts, rope- walks, or similes. places. Jacob shook his head. 1 "That's all right," remarked Jack, cheerfully, as he unslung hie knap- i sack and dropped it on a char. I "Nerdy Jane 'ull be in (tinkly,' said Jacob. "She've been round to get a bit o' something for supper. You'll join us, mister? She'll be glad to see you; you were a bit o' a favorite o' hers." was I?" said jack, with a laugh. "I didn't know that; km Mordy Jane was always pretty sharp with me." "She jaws everybody; It's her way," Jacob remarked, composedly. "It's in her bone." "Yes, I've always suspected that 'Wordy Jane's bark Waa worse than her bite," Jack said. At this moment the door was swung, back and a girl entered. It was difficult to tell her age, becauee though her face and figure were that of a child, say, of fourteen, she ,,vore a cast-off woman's dress of the most mature type and a battered crepe - trimmed bonnet, which might have been built: for a widow of fifty; and the face, though childish in some re- spects, was marked with lines which indicated the shrewdness with which ene credits only the adult. She carried a beer -jug in one hand, and a dish of cold boiled beef in the other, which had necessitated the kick that she had administered to the door. so you're back!" she exclaim- ed, in a shrill voice, as she eyed Jack with a pair of eyes as sharp as a magpie's. "Yes, I'm back; and how do you do, Mordy Jane," said Jack. "Let me put the lug down." "Ah, that's right! Go for the beer first!" remarked Mordy Jane, not at all mollified by his politeness. "Like a inan that is! Always got one eye on the beer. Now, don't put it so near the fire! Can't you see the table?—Pather, put them shoes away! Didn't I tell you to knock off before I went out!" The old man obediently gathered the boots and tools together and laid. them in a box. a "And there's the lamp smelling like billy -ho!" she went on. "'Neagh to stifle one! And you two men a - sitting 'here and taking no notice! But, there! you'd sit with your thumbs in your mouth if the house was a -burning." She turned down the too -aspiring lamp, and, as she got out a cloth and spread it, addressed Jack. "And where have you been? After no good, I'll be bound! Trust you for that. Been hop -picking, or what? Bat you needn't trouble to 'cos she's out moat all lay and don't come home till late. But she's re- spectable enough, or we shouldn't have her." • • 47 i • • * • aghest market prices paid, • • an • See me or Phone No. 2x, Brunt- * a sets, and T will call and get + na 3 ow Hide, • Me Yollick which sent the ridiculous bonnet all on one side. "I've heard that fairy story before. You can have the boots when you bring the money, and not before!" "Mother'll be in a fine way," re- marked Sophia Maria, in a kind of stolid resignation. "Most like she'll come 'erself. She wants 'em to go to Hopping Forest in to -morrow, and she won't be able to go without them boot. But I don't care. Don't you think as I do, Tardy Jane: for I don't. So there!" "You tell your mother—" Mordy Jane began to retort; then she stop- ped and tossed the boots ever the door. "Well, take 'ern! But mind! If our mother wasn't gain' to Hep - ping—" Sophie Maria snatched up (he hoots and fled; and, after sundry snorts and ejaculations, Mordy Jane cooled down sufficiently to superin- tend the supper. Jack looked on and listened with a strange sense of unreality. Din' such a place as Vancourt, *such peo- ple as Esther, Mrs. Martin, Nettie exist, or had he only dreamt of them? He looked round the, tiny room absently; neither its size or its poverty troubled him:—had he not roughed it in the bush, and pattaken of worse fare than cokl boiled beef, and had been in worse conniany than this honest old shoemaker and his wierdly precocious child?—but it seemed as if he had never left Van - court, 'as if the time he had spent there were the freak of his imagin- ation. "An' what are you goin' to do? Same old game; docks?" asked Mor- dy Jane as she helped him liberally meeting his remonstrance with; "01t there's plenty for all of us, and I ain't hungry—'aci shrimps for tea— and you look as if you'd come off a long tramp." "So I have," said Jack. "Yes same old game, Mordy Jane, I hope there's plenty of work." "Oh, yes," she said. "We're busy just now, and you're all right; though"—she eyed him with her head on one side, like 'a particular- ly sharp sparrow—"I should a thought the likes of you could have found something better than dock work." "Doesn't seem like it, Mordy Jane, seeing that I've come back answer; you wouldn't tell the truth, again," responded Jack, cheerfully. 'spectl—Father, what you ' done "Yes, that's what queer," she vith the cheese?" said, still surveying him With the "The cheese—the cheeso?—lemme supernatural shrewdness Of the ee!" murmured the old roan, ab- cockney of her class. "But there! tractedly. "Oh, yes, I remember. it's 110. business of /nine. I suppose. ars. Jenkin's 'Vangeline came in 'au you're going to hava the top room? orrowed it" • Your old 'un's let. Well, I'll go up Mordy Jane turned upon him with and put it tidy for you, Have some ler arms akimbo, her childish face more beer -1'm off. beer to -night, full of indignation. . and pa prefers tea—and don't let "There now! And Inc only been father sneak back to that old bench one ten minutes at the most! Old of his while I'm gone.—You hear lother Jenkins must have watched me, father!" she added, threateniag- me go. She (night to be ashamed of ly. herself; and as for laangeline—wall, "Yes, yes, Mordy Jane," he assent - let me catch her comin' horrowin' ed, meekly, again, that's ail— Well, -there'll be Jack and he lit their pipes and no cheese, Mr. Gorhora that's one smoked in the silence which tobacco thing.!" makes possible,. and ,prasently Mur - "Don't worry on my account, dy Jane tame down with the inform- Moedy Jane; never eat chem." ation that Jack's room was reculy. "But other people do!" ,she re- "Hata-past five and a cup of col' - toted. "Bring up Timc'nair-- fee, as usual, I suppose?" she said. ' rather, thin that apron 'off! If you "Thanks, yes," replied Jack. "I'll think you're going to work age n to- turn in now. Good -night, Jacob; night, you're mistaken—Now, whet good -night, Aaordy Jane; it's very is it?" kind oa you to take me in." A mite of tender years, but with Mordy Jane nodded. a precociously aged face, peered over "Oh, web, as to that," she said, the doer, ancl tn thin treble, said in sharply, "we've had worse and we've monotonous voice, as if it were re- had better. , Don't dusturb yourself peating a lesson: if you hear a noise about 'alf-past "Please, Mister Jacob, mother eleven; it's only our °thee lodger says will you please et 'er hale Ler combs' in." boots, as she wants 'em partickler." Jack laughed. "Eh?" murmured the old num, ab "Am earthquake wouldn't diatueb sently. "Yes—yes. Lemma see! lin toareight, Mordy Jane," he said. WS. IVIurpay's boots. Whore did I "r shall sleep like a top," —Mt, yes; here they are," Neverthelese, he was lying awake Ile runnnaged them out from a thinking of Esther when the dock collection, in the corner, and was clock—how different was its sound handing them to the child; but Mor- o that of the Vancourt one l— ay Jane was too quick for him, and struck eleven; and something after, inatehed them out of his hand. as he strove to thrust his thoughts "Where's the money, Sophie aside and loae them in sleep, he Meetia?" she inquired. "How nuieh heard a light but dragging step mil- ls it, father?" ing up the stairs, and the sound Of "Bighteenpence," replied jacob, some person moving about' in the Sophie Maria dem back her town beneath. grimy little paw, Mordy Jane hamaacred at the (loot "Pleaee, mother says she 11 pay at hall pa five the next moraing, yeti on Saturday night, isnot faith, aud Nitwit a eup of coffee rosind it; ae—an arid jack got UP /OM his restless "No, yell (IWO" brat in Moray dream -haunted deep; and, ptepitted Janes With a Alike of het head, for the day's toil. As he dresiled Letterheads Envelopes Billheads And all kinds of Business Stationery printed at The Post Publishing House. We will do a job that will do credit to your business. Look olio your stock of Office Stationery arid i requiree replenishing cal us by telephone ill. The Post Publisidsg Ioust himself he thought that, after till, he had acted wisely in rushing at once at work. If labour is Praior. it Is also solace; and his life woakt be unendurable but for the hard physical toil which permits of no "mooning," and compels the heavy slumber of bodily fatigue, He went down to the (leeks, nild Wag at once taken on by the fore- man, who recognized his stalwart figure; and for the whole of the day, barring his short meal -times, Sir John Vancourt, baronet, of Van - court Towers, hauled melon, lifted great weights, and earned his bread with the sweat of his brow. When- ever he found himself pausing ab- sently and wandering mentally to- wards Vancourt ind the girl who reigned there, he made a dash for. O sack or a bale as if it were his mortal foe, and hauled and lifted un- til he had deadened the aching pain at his heart. It answerea fairly well while he was at it; but he knew that when the doses work was over the reaction would set in, and° the aching pain and longing, would rise to torment him. He went home to "clean" and have his tea—whicla,Mordy Jane en- livened with an altercation with a neighbor who condunted her side of the argument over the lower half of the door—then he lit his pipe and strolled out. 'Until he had met Esther he had found London amusing and interest- ing enough, but to -night the great city weighed. upon him like an in- cubus, and he tvalked up one street and down another in an absent, pre- occupied Manner, thinking of Van - court woods and all Etat had happen- ed there. At last, tired of aimless wander- ing, he made for home. It was past eleven as he entered Chase Street, Os the street in which he lodged was ealled, anti the streets were slather noisy, for the public -houses were in full swing, doing a brisk trade with the people who had just come out from the theatres and the music halls. Jack made his way through the various groups, and letting himself in, groped his "?'ay upstairs; for it was a rule of Mordy Jane's that no bedroom candles be lit downstairs, and Mordy Janes's rules were as un- alterable as those of the Medes and Persians. He was feeling for a match -box which lm remembered seeing on the mantel -shelf as he went out, when he heard the street door open and close again and footsteps ascending the stairs. It was, no doubt, the othes lodger, the lady who was respectable though "given to late hours." Jack's door was open, and, natur- ally enough, he went to it and look- ed down. A woman—young he judged, bilt with a lined and faded face, made all the more faded looking by a. mass of yellow hair which obviously owed its canary hue to art—was com ing up the stairs with slow and tired gait, holding on by the baluster and stopping now and again to get her breath. Just as Jack looked down her loot slipped, she staggered, and, losing her hold of the rail, fell against the wall and sank on to the stairs.. jack went down to her quickly and quietly. "Have you hurt yourself?" he ask ed. She looked up with a startled ex- pression on her face, which was pale beneath its paint. "No—no! oh, no!" she said, and jack was relieved to find that her voice had not the slightest indication of Inebalety. "I—my foot slipped, and I fell. 3 am very tired—" ' She 'rose, but with difficulty, and Jack took her men and drew it with- in his. "Let me help you," he said, gen- tly. "There are only a fesv steps further." "Thank you!" she faltered, with an attempt at a laugh—the vacant laugh of the lower class London girl; but the laugh died away, and she winced. "I've gone and sprained my foot," she said. "That's what. I'va done." "I liape not," said Jack. "Well, perhaps not--enly strained it Good -night, and thank you," she added, as she opened her door. Jack returned the good -night, and was turning away, Nelsen he saw something—it looked Jike a small square bundle—slipping from under her arm. He stopped, and made to prevent its falling; but, with a quick cry, so low as to he scarcely more than a gasp, she caught the bundle to bei' as if it were aomething:seetet and precious, atd, stepping into her room, shut the door en him qu skly but noiselessly. CHAPTER XXVIII. ' While Jack had tramped off into action in the battle of li to speak, the two WOreert who hint Were left behind to fret 'him In that inarioit whieh 80 ela loss and grief so hard to bear; it is but unsuccessfully, find, ad daring thos who are lef t behind who suffer to stay long lest he ahould In seen he was returning to the house When leather saw him. Oppresaed by guil- ty forebodings, he was pale and hag- gard, and he started slightly as, rais- ing his head, he antw Esther; Ind hp forced a smile and greeted her in his softest and most tender voice. "What a lovely day!" he said "You have been down to the via d age . Esther assented rather coldly, with tile xeserve which had marked her • manner since she had yielded to his persuasion and become half engagea to him. 05 moat. Kate gave way to her grief, but Esther fought against hers with the iiritie of her class and station. She was greetly puzzled by Kate Tran- som's strange words anti strange manner when she learned from Es- ther that Jack had gone; and Eathir, as she walked home, inwardly as mueli agitated as the girl she ba just left, asked herself the meaning of ICate's reception of the news. Had the girl only pretended ig norance of Mr. Gordon's departui e? Was there no engagement betwerni then? Why had the girl declared so vehemently that Mr, Gordon end his proceedings were nothing to her? Surely Marie could not have been mistaken when she said that Gordon and Kate were engaged? If they were not, if there was nothing between them, why had Kate Tran- som been so agitated, so vehement? . She tried to put the whole thing away from her, calling her pride to her aid, After all, it was nothing to her whether Mr. Gordon was en- g.aged to Kate Transom or isot. What she.. had to do was to forget him as quickly and as completely as pos- sible. He had passed out of her life, and she hoped, for her own peace of mind, that she should not see him again. As she went along the edge of the wood, she saw Selby Layton coming out from the midst of the trees. Ile had been to pay another visit to the scene of his crime, drawn thither not only by the fascination of the fatal spot but in search of the artic- les which he had so perilously for- gotten. In the terrible confusion of his mind he had forgotten that with the stylographie pen and the memor- andum, he had also left the photo- graph which Denzil had shown him. He had returned the photograph to Denzia—he was pretty clear On that point—but he could not remember what Denzil had dope with it, 3n his hasty search he had not found it on the body of the murdered man, and it was quite possible that at the moment of. the murder it might have fallen amongst the bracken with the other missing things. On hie present visit he had made diligent search in the undergrowth, "Have you been into the wood?" she asked, absently. "Yes," he replied. "I though 1 would go and look at the Hawk's Pool. It is an c-xtremely pictures - quo spot." "Yes," said Esther: "but it always seems to me weird and uncanny." "Well, so it is," he admitted; "bat it is very characteristic. I suppose every old place like the Towers has O somewhat similar spot. You wouldn't find it in the' newly -made grounds of a modern estute; and I think it would be a great pity to in- terfere with it in any way; it seems to me, as I said at breakfast, that it would be a piece of vandalism. It may not be altogether salubrious; but it's far away from the house and none of the cottages are near it. If I were an artist, I should im- plore you to spare it." Be said all this with a pleasant .prsamexc smile, and as if his interest were GrP47.3&Pjf merely an artistic one; but his eyes &meal* watched Esther's downcast face dith a terrible earnestness. DM. SCOTT . -Esther shrugged her shoulders kles.Tvszo davertexsco slightly, The matter seemed to her Wo ref .re.P.R.1.0°E.SsuitMany D pEeRr Tu E r who,e eaie of no importance whatever, rheas officiated at. Phone 2828 "011, very well," she said. "We will let it remain as it is, at any rate T. M' RAE M. S., 04. O. P., .0 S. O. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 240, 1020 ther only smiled in a preoccupied manner and seemed rather pale and distrait, Miss Worcester was mon than ever charmed with Mr. Selby Layton, and Bang his praises When she and Esther had retiaed to the drawing -room. He joined them very soon, and presently going to the piano, played and sang in his most charming man- ner. (To Be Continued), BUSINESS CARDS _ erHE industrial Mortgage and N Savings Company, of Sarnia, Ontario, are prepared to advance money on Mortgages on good lands. Parties desiring money on ferm mortgages will please apply to James (Iowan, Searorth, Ont., who will far. ni.b rates and other partici-dare. The Industrial Mortgago and aavfnge Company azzaw 0. Aamer AGENT FOR fire, Automobile and Wind los. IOOMPANIES For Brasses and vieintty Phone 647 JAMES M' FADZEAN Agent llowlek Mutual fire Insurance Company Mao Hartford Windstorm end Tornado insurance Phone 42 Box 1 Turnherry Street, Brussels JNO, SUTHERLAND fit SONS LIMITED :or the present." M. o. .1.8„ Village of, Brussels. He glided smoothly into another Physician, Surgeon, Acootiohear subject; and when they had reached Ooe at residence, opposite Melville Church, the house lm left her at once and William street. went to the library on the preteace of writing a letter: for he was too DF. WAROL.Aw wise to make• his presence a burden r rall n /Oh to her. They did not meet again un- SiFe7:*Zsg:airallle=le 131 dinner -time, when he was as ser- ene and smiling as usual; and during ire entra SaieVea&Rafti . BARRIsTER, SOLICITOR, 1 . mse out to the CONVEYANCER. NOTARY PUBLIC amuse the two ladies; and though Es- LECKIE BLOCK - BRUSSELS 4-14m s ammo 0 Et. Can You 11 Visit them all 1 Have you, Mr. Business Man, the time to get out and call on all of your customers and prospective customers each week ? If you could do so, it would be a fine thing for you and for your business. The next best thing to a personal call from you is to send out your business message each week in THE POST, which covers the local com- munity ,and will carry your ,inessage to old friends and new friends, alike. Advertising in THE POST is an economical, efficient way to reach the people in your trade territory and let them know of the buying opportun- ities offered in yOur business -estab- lishment. =Mb.* THE BRUSSELS POST V..)11Aftity) T•