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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1927-10-26, Page 7THE BRUSSELS POST Cream�P,'•tra it {Calla E i'1:R CREAM 1'1 ';' l: R BUTTER 1.1"i' ER PRICES 11'.•ur n, AA p, p,11•d to („ad,• year ('learn honestly, e., , ,t ! t - n. , e, ,1 ,'-.•'„ 1.1 eta ('� ,•11l/h• l y earl, day we hot 11, NVe /f151 live wiIl, e,vered 11 lad: to keep Sall off R. \'.,• pa!, a la• nliaur 111 1 relit n,r 111, Dueler-trtl !rn Spec. is .•1 ti ..i N 1 ee. e.e, ea! 5 eeit1, per lb, buttt+r.i'at for N . 11;111111• ever that , l N. 21.1,•dr•, The hlwu piled; le nr 1 h iu,peovIanenI h) the quellty of (ateli•, Inn t1., 1; the esanitecioa `1eeeed lied .11' grade tep ew. Thi: tun} he. u1. . ,.,pl;si-.,al by paying the producer or geed et enol ,belt , pair•, p, 1l Illd (1 but ter -fat than is pail to tilt. pr1.111011 p• a elr•.111 AVe selielt your patron - nee sued caeperal ion Ira bet et w arket, R•r\V(' will to.u, vol a ern, Sege our Agent, T. C. McCALL, or Phone 2310, Brussels. The 8 of©rte Creamery ,luring the .six weeks they had been n England. What does it matt+•r1' said hjs !iter. But you can Wriw to child. Ll. 1110 know that we ere .geioyilig otire. uvea," They vele, returning with trunk. '•111 ut p1' t}: thines for the true:.: e 111 and many thing:. for the house, Pen 1. 1 re IL•d m. 1,eke and furbelows e l I !n ,',,-ll e ! 1(1x!111 ly ,h a r 1..111(!,q• a•. 1, Whitt suit••d ;,• t. 111111 „p,•.:1 hours be'fcro 1.1.: tl;villO nu het. anal (tresses, "W'hat colon). 1101.-•• Patrick like?" iinluir,•11 of his sister. Per In • Aster did not know, She Fuu , :t hiue. w1(.; nis .favourite cnl- nn, t+nd a 1.14„1' that almost t'v)ry- -' hue Peat 1110;, had ,o nae thing blue a):1rtt it. "'r”"111'11 be tot, grand for us!" sad Vi•. a , rmi:40n; lint she laughed Vers(' !;F::, •1 l'en 0.4 she :mid it. She gel retro led from her old hone• eters 81(114 an,1 t,lOUgiltf"11 lien wu,s !Veal, bet• in the hustl, 01' u• large• :hauler she was soon her - =•!I'. The spirit. of hath were e::.- cehed; and they grew hi:•h,r a; Now ',"irk was reach,d. "Come, you etig,ht to see •eome- tr 41• :ilii r of tae St t., •!" r•aidi 1,1154 j ,•1' _u em. ''We will eablt• to Patrick h ' e d �e 2 t res that we are 1.0 ii!1_- by a Nam boat:,,, She petted Pen's shoulder. "I was Copyright of a Coward feed I only joking, child." NEW S5RIAL STORY. The rector and his wife were awes. from home, but a servant said that they might walk about the garden; Iles' master would he only to plea -eel. Spring was not yet come. 'l'he • trees were leafless, the grass was short, the earth looked bard and gray with the cold east winds.. A few snowdrops showed through the heads in the hers, which were new since Pen's chum The old seat had been taken from beneath the apple tree which now showed gnarled bare branches twisted into odd shapes. "Do you reniem 1.r the apple and cherry blossom of last spring?" whispered Arthur. Pen turned her shoulder to him. She wished to remember nothing connected with him. "They might have left the old seat," he added. "It would not have lasted another six months. I mended it for you the last time you chime to see rte, and I renenthee that jt creakedevcry time you moved," daft Pen pros- aically. "You do• remember, then?" "It is only 11 year ago. I can re- number a little; my memory is not quite gone," said Pen with fine scorn. "Po you remember that I loved—" "I remember that you are mar- ried. 1 lila going to th churchyard. You can scat' here, or you can '0,411 for me in the road. 1 will not be long," • "Can I not come with you?" "No. you cannot!" Pen left hint in the 0011(1. She pus the flowers she had Moltg9ht mem the quiet graves, Perhaps she would never ,;)',• them again. She was go - Mg to live in S foreign land; rhe was to Make her home far away from tilis quiet v!llanc. "Dent' rather:" An! whi.;pered. Your litilc daughter is going to be happy, very hatpp, with one you would herr liked!" She wont Into the ehtu'ch, and wet for a moment in the old pew in the place chart had heels hers. There tete strane., prayer hooks, and the old'hassocks had been n carried may. The place ‘01(111 not 1.1111 same. Arthur was wailing impatiently for her in the road. II1 asked her to come with (aim to lunch at the inn, but she refused, saying that :Vila muet'bjd good-bye to M!111 Jones. Ile might go to the inn alone which alt did. Miss Jones accompanied her to the station, and it seemed that Arthur was not co have the pleasure of a moment alone with 'Ms cousin. Chance however befriended him. The car - 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 over your stock of Office Stationery and 11 it requires replenishing call us by telephone 81. The Post Publishing Nouse riage emptied of its travellers before London was reached, and they were left tti0ne. He moved from the seat opposite to her, but she moved far- ther from hins "You are really going hark to Cad era?" he said moodily, pulling• a_ his moustache. "Yes, I am," said Pen. "We etaet the day after to -morrow." "You are going to marry hint?" Pen did not answer, but her smile and expression were enough—or would have been enough for a wiser man. Women will do anything for rich- es," said Arthur. "One would think you had enough already." "1t is not for riches," said Pen. "What is is for, then? You can- not care for hint." "I do not want to talk to you about it," said Pen, with a face the colour of a blush rose. "He is such a morose silent fellow no girl care for him. There is some- thing queer about him going and •burying himself in South America, Do you know chat his name is not really Ferguson, or rather that it is Ferguson—" "1 will not listen to a word about him!" said Pen. "If you wish me to think of you with the :lightest .goodwill you will not mencion his name. I want to hear nothing hitt what he chooses to tell rte." "You loved me!" said Arthur, "Did I said Poe, She looked top at the eyes s which once could move iter to the ;heart ,at .he features which were no leas lunnlsolne than they had ever been. "Yes, 1 suppose I del." And there we, wonder In her tones, "Suppose! You did ie "'Was it love?" Site looked at hen with dreamy- eyes. "Was it love?" She roused herself with a quick uluvcmell1. "Arthur, you are har- rier(. We should not say sn11) Ili!ngs. That as nonesense and is all forget- ten." orgette.n." "Forgotten!" Itc groaned; but :the knew, 0r elle thought , he' knew, that Arthur's emotions would pass quick- ly. He would not 1.0 07 his dinner less, or sleep less soundly, though he groaned in the afternoon over a lust love: "We are cousins," she ,aid', awl we will forget that we were ever foolish. And 1 shall be your aunt soon; Arthur. Her face dimpled and smiled; Pen diel not know how she hurt, "You cannot rare for such a Hain. Look at his face, and how miserable he somata! You, a girl with such beauty and your money, and he! Years olclert To go to bury your- self in that place! How call you (lo 1t, Pen? You cannot have forgotten what IVO were to one another only—" But 1110 train stopped, and Pon jumped from the.. carriage. Site would Dot listen to more. Chapter XX. Tc was Arthur's last chance he nev- er saw Pen alone again. Site was careful to keep by Patty's side, and the next flay she returned to the hotel and to Miss Ferguson. The day following they left for Liverpool Arthur offered to escort 'them, but his offer Was declined. He. could only bid them farwell and watch the train steam from the station with a miserable face and an unpleasant memory of Pen's happy looks. She was happy; site Was returning to Cohens. Not a word had cone from Patrick for Por or his sister So 110.y travelled aa,' fast (1, steal e(u1.1 take then( across the State., to San Francisco, where _11ey took the i1(1llller for Li1111, '(here Wera t;wo l':ngli:ll people on board of the ;ante class as themselves. They were husband and wire evidently. He was a plan of forty, with a face awl eye, too close together, a man with hair and moustache of teat lighc tinge in which the gray does not show. His wife was a little woman with ham which once must have been glorious, but was now rough and ap p1u'ently uncared for. Her com- plexion was faded to a sallow tine, her reddish -brown eyes looked swol- len( with much weeping, her mouth was large and sullen. She seemed peevish, and' once she stormed at her husband before the other pas , seng'ers. On the second day Pen heard the captain speak to the man as Captain Lyon. This was Par.'s father! And the woman was his mother! She ' SEM now that the child and mother had the same hair and eyes. firs. Lyon';} eyes and hair must years ago have been like her little. son's, Captain Lyon sat next to Pen at table, She had not cared for the appearance of the man, and conver- sation had been limit,!' to the cour- t...les of the table. After discover- ing that he was Pat's father she felt 1 illore intere:'S4 in him. "Have you a (11(1(1• goy- 1n Linea?" '111• asked. Captain T,von' face lighted UP, :n111 Pen felt more friendly towards :+1411 beelines. 10 thought he lorcd Ill.' ,en. They were soon deep in venver- >atinli a tulc:v'nitur fiat. Th: boy 11.111 written to hie 1rt'104 and :old a"11 about his frl(•n(1 Pen, and that every one said she had sated his life. Captain Lyon was grateful. He showed 461111(1(0' 1"e)•7in•, as 11e Groff:- ca ler for all she had done "We are going to Lima to see the l.oy 7r said. We may eettle '.!here but it is not decided." "•if you can get anything to do!" geld eie wife 1411110717. Sae We, a bitter stormy woman, liable to fits of passion and rude to her husband on the steal -bee pre - vocation, He ;lid not appear to hoer her angry tongue told bitter speeches "yes, he's polite enough outside," she said to Pen, "hut he's a ilend underneath! I've got to pay for be- ing rude 4o 111111, i can tell you. There (there that have had to pay too," And she gave an unplett amt laugh. Mes. Lyon mired nothing fol' hor troy; at lean she said that she did not. "His father will give hint anything be is a great expense," she said. Miss Ferguson disliked both hus- band and wife. She called Captain Lyon ah "snake" and his wife a little calf. "Po not introduce them to me, ('hild; keep them away. ?tThat.1na.n's pale :face and squinting eyes give rue the shivers l" Captain Lyon did not squint, but this eyes were a trifle oblique. "The old lady with you is a Miss Ferguson, is site not?" he asked Pen. Strangely enough, Miss Ferguson appeared to have some attraction for hien, and he was always speaking about her. He •admired the shreWd'- ne1s of ho' face, and said he liked to (near •her talking to the Captain, a Scotsman, with whom she conver- sod in broad dialect. "i, knew some Ferguson's once, I wonder whether they are the salvo?" "They cone from Strath Allan, said Pen, "From Strath Allan? There w'1(: a man from there in my regiment }cars ago. I wonder whether h,• fs Ile. 1atue?-" "1 do 110 think 111'. I'erru an w•1 Vel' 111 the 11'l111,'; 1 novo). beard !11!11 i(ntitnt i1, maid Pon coldly. She iound that ,he ,lint of the 1; 111. eye: : turned t,pon her tea. net eery dieeer aide, "No:' I dare ,ay I :)n1 inistak''41 'hinking of ,;oine 1111.• ,•l: c." "Probably. The tr7141114 tells 111„ n1( w',4 shell b,' in Limp in a day. 'I b,tt r, 01,11ier '11:)1 u: exp,c•U•at," 111slid, and tale c•eh:' 1'. 1ti n turned to ether m1111 1.4, nut C'ap•ain 1,y01, and his wits• Wert'1evidently ftteeinated by P,•n. One or the (1:11)1' would waylay hsr ne she waked the leek, 1uv1 alw104 the 10n'Wyalti111. turned upon the Pt•rgusutts. Mr.;. Lyon, 1.1111 l 1.4 breeding than her huslettel, 14.14 yu,:,tions point-blank. She ,1,0 4,7'. meet that Pen wee tltay' '11 ba ma, Ferg l tin, and would ehortly ho married to kiln. What was Mr. Ferguson like? P,•n blushing end half v„x,d genie a vague de cripeien. "Ills= eyes are lighter than his breve. and laehee, which are think and blade you ay.."' "1 dill not say so, but they are. If 1('e you met him?" "I rlo not know. I tun not =ere, Caftain Lyon will toll you." "I think not," said Captain Lyon easily. "The man nay wife is think- ing of died several years aro," Pen though: that there passed be- tween husband and wife a glance of warning and understanding; and ,,his walked away to ;Miss Ferguson, "I dislike those people!" she sail with vexed frown. - Later she hear Captain Lyon 1 asking the captain of the stealer hew far Cadera was from Lima. She was sorry that she had asked the boy to come to stay with them at 1 the hacienda. Yet, poor litre boy, he could not help it that his father and mother were co objectionable + •n - 1 b peo- ple! She would keep her promise to him if Patrick would permit; but she avoided the Lyons for ane re- mainder of the voyage. They reached Callao, the port of Lima, a day or two sooner than they were expected. Mr. Ferguson was not there to meet them, and as a steamer was leaving for Cadera that afternoon they decided to proceed in her, and stop ilial from starting from -Cadent. Pat and his aunt did not come to the port to meet Cap- tain and Mrs. Lyon, and Pen was spared the awkward task of being warm to the eon and' cold 'co the par- ents. They bade her good-bye ef- fusively. . "We may meet again," said Cap- tain Lyon. He and his wife stepped into the train which tool: then( to Lima. Pen and Miss Ferguson made their way to the clock where the Cadera sr.ca.n Cr was berthed. Miss Ferguson was 40(11 known to the captain and many of the passengers. In tact the steam- er s principal trade was with the F1'rc•us01i fruit and (horses. Pen, listeein 14 'co the talk around and the laughter, felt that she svas getting near home. The two days' journey ended. Once more she saw the little stone pair jutting out from the little whit: town. '111000 were the brown plains and the distant hills, and beyond the snow-capped mountains. There were the Ferguson's orchard - creeping down to the }?rains. Here was the crowd upon the pelt in the white and orange and bright colours of the Spnniard and hall' -breed Indian. Pen stood at the side of the steam- er and ;trained her eyes to search the throng, She clic( not expect to eee Patrick. He would not have heard of the 1)1110al of the San Francisco steamer at Callao, and would be intending to travel by this very steamer to meet them. He would not be coming down to Cadera until the next. day, when the steamer would be loaded and ready to start. Still 7110 strained her eyes and felt disappointed when only dark faces met her gaze, The steamer was very near the pier.', The ropes were ready to be flung when the crowd on the pier parted and Pen saw •Pairick come through. Ile was in gray and WSS wearing 1i large straw hat, and in his button -hole was a pink rose. Pen lead never before seen him with anything so frivolous as a flow- er in his buttol,hole. There was a throbbing' in her throat, .and the sea danced' in the sunshine while the steamer crept up to the side of the pier amid the shouts and chatter of the crowd. He was standing with his hands clasped behind his back and his head raised, looking at the steamer. "Miss Ferguson's here and your young leddy!" shouted the captain. He had known Mr, Ferguson many yeah, and had done much business for him,. WEDNESDAY, OCT. 26, 1927, e.O4.7.®•Q•a+O+®+4..,+,,('4•,+4.04. t+•1'. "Wily ell -1you 111.1'1(' W1'ite 10 u ••J 1 e„i�htt ,tcs:• to .;ay? 11•• 1 v •h 1 4 vn11 1,11,1'1(8)0'.111 uc,l t11410 10 W1111 let- t,•rs from Ile.” v + e "W. wan ,1 e hr, 1(1'; bat we s 4 V ANT E'D 4 :keyed 1,,,,,•1,... ,•v 1 beli• that !s d A e 4 Ili 1t t 1 i':.• 111 • t ",bee. pe1:4,. 1 your hoot;," npli'_ 0 )111,",,1 1',, looking ducal, at his '1 114.; 11171 ill.irket price ,y • THOMAS BROWN Seaforth, Ontario 1 u 110011 au'.tiimee l for counties 0r 11 mon and Porth, imnlediatt tri-. 11)'rdisfitmelits for •tie dates s 1 111 be ax- I1% 01(11)1. the lust Charges s Reasonable,Satisfaction Guaranteed or 11u 011007e. 1(i-9. JAMES TAYLOR Licensed Auctioneerfor the CountyA of mita, Stlea 1(111.1111, 110 in 01! • Paid !,our1'UI1rt5 A llrath,r ;41,41-r'."r' hausbd. ;aur Parts ,,0 the county. `ag.eiaetiun tlearant, ed, .0 11,. tray. Orders left 4 • Pen 1.,!1(.41..11 .1•gein. r' le >I! M t m 0 it !1' 1'1s1 111. 10 s. 111 t r 1'high •d 11,•111 1 fleig avr' Post OI11 •'. PITO 1.8: 11g 1141 ▪ w• .. y}i v you 1., loan away," k ... •n. 1'�•1',•u .1 ,. ".1,.,• d1.•.•,•v s Wessels, 1.1.15. North Baron, 15-62; aMteitteir l•ar-:r.),,,m-• I1 ',,a 141 -. t • ,err•,• 3,' 'at, :14)1.•1 14114 ,.1.1'.,0 h„ !1 1411((• ••( 1114 lin!. "(hit. !;t •e you 14.1 rn ,•?" . ur Led -- ed hi. ',f,q•, "1 ,m k, ,! a a' the hacienda, '•a: 1..1 ,.+ i;ke 11.. Pen? Ile had taken it from hi.. coat and 1..•1(1 it nut to I1,•t'. Site i1ok L. 11(11' n ;h ,omit-• ;old( 14'1(.'1111.11 it Ali -1011g -y1c 'ore sat 1111( -throes - 'Le) ns be of -01(1 IL= .4,ter, tottt•iliil2' hint r,l the It1'(11, "IN,! earl 1'11,1;1, )11C1(1(11.. ill that 115, we ,iris,.. What .r, you to"" • "The do- -vhet and tend ,114." 11, 11111.0:11 at Pen. "Would you 1a111'• wait while I .,•nd to the hlc1:•nla for ant ,t tat11 0'? Thr.1• her •s are ra_h •1' skittish, and I know you are not vary brave about horse;." Pen ;hook her head. Slie could not wait; she Was eager to stet home. "We can manage," said Miss Far- gtl.nn. Pen must sit between us, mud the horses will be quieter with my weight behind them." So it was decided. Directions were given *about the luggage, and they walked to \Viler(' the dog -cart was waiting with a (tan at the head of each horse. "If I had knewn you were coming said I'atrick to Pan, "you should have had quieter beasts; bat there is 110 real danger. It is not vice but skit- tishness." "1 do not mind," said Pen. Nor did she to -night; she was too happy, too much in a (ireaIm to thillc of Such mundane things as carriage accid- ent and skittish horses. She sat be- tween the brother and -sister, and heard them discuss the business of the estate and the changes that had occurred during Miss Ferguson's ab- sence, Their voices went on over her head while ,,'le sat in a half - dream, feeling his nearness and watching his strong hands handle the Skittish horses. (Continued Next Week.) Pen rolure'I 1(l; 1'I?; hut .-: it, et d ant aur„ 1'111' 111' 0I11l,s 1(1111 t1(,• nu',. and the l'tu!r!ttrr. l at '1,1: had ,n off 111: hat r.ad maty 14"11 lis ••. he could e hi fare. 1'lni;r, ;stunt i) (,1;:111 h,•, b.11. he war. ,h+• 111 • 11;,,1 ih lite wort 1 for her-- all tin deae r' 1'+11' the 111:' u1. e l :St the moment 111' r, hlraiar :11 • v:,,ndel•).d t11'11 she 1:1.1 ,vr•,• 1s ll ,thio tr. len". 111111. lie tit•.,! rro,;s1,1 th. !:),lawny h,•I o' !1 was t's,+,,•u •d i'1 . ph, ul' wsuvi:s holt.<. and hard : 1k, a 11,1 1:1111. "!ie yfiA1 have. t t 1 1..d," ho •ni ! in hi, placid matt t 1 fact t hu. She looked up into hiss rave t alt hiuiu,• 1 r.<, 1.11! 1 4 r 1'n„t,: dump(ld into a ;mite. "I 4hi)1 tilt I would," silo answer- ed. I-iis eyes met hers and then look(:(( atony a, tale salt. "Hare you forgotten your sister, but'?' said Miss Ferguson. IIe started, dropper( Pen's hand, and laughed—he who so rarely laughed. "You are a surprise! I teas com- ing to Callao to meet you, It was only by chance that I drove down to Cadera to -day to learn when the steamer was expected." "Here we are and there ie, :to need to go to Callao. We can drive up to the hacienda with you, and Jose and Pedro con be sent down for the lug- gage! 1',; will take several journeys. Pen has bought enough dresses to last a lifetime. How do you think 1 she is looking?" "Very well," he said calms. i "I am always well," said Pen. "Is all this yours?" he asked, point- ing at the pile of boxes which was 1 growing on the pelt. "Most of them carry Pen's trot's - sea). They are all ours, and more also. Do you see how smart Pen is? She spent flours this afternoon deck- 1 ing herself in that white cress." 1 "It was not hours!" muttered Pcm, 1 with a blush. "One hour and three -garters, then, to be precise.. Ilow have the ser- 3 vents treated you while we have been away, Patrick?" Patrick made a wry fare. "Serves you right!" said his sial- Proper Approach Yonng bride: Weren't you nel'v- 0117 t11e fust time you asked him for (honey? Another: No; I was calm and col- lected. w, t.. D o wD AUOT! DNF•F48' Or•l,r 1,111.1+1,v )ne .rWith t'ho. 'ni,;er. ,•,.14., 1111111 nr 0 b,•-, of service at 1', gl:l 14.x -'01 L.I;7T O'.'. EL. 1 .s0r•.•'141 C. C. RAMAGE, u,u.S., L.A.S. BRUSSELS, ONT. Graduate Royal Colle•ge of Dental Surgeons and • Huai!' Graduate Uni- versity of Toronto. Dentistry in all its branches. Office Over Standard Bank, Phones—Office 2110. Rea/did/VP 115-1.1 At. Gnfton House, Wroxeter,. Each Thursday afternoon. WM. SPENCE Ethel, Ont. Conveyance, Commissioner and C..1. Agent for The Imperial Life Assurance Co. of Canada and Ocean Accident Guarantee Corpora- tion, Limited Accident Insurance, Antomabile In- surance, Plate Glass Insurance, et). Phone 2225 Ethel, Out. JAMES M'FADZEAN Agent Howlok Mutual fire Insurance Comm Also Hartford Windstorm and Tornado lnsaranco Phone 4:1 Box 1 Turnberry Street Br0Psel JNO. SUTHERLAND 86 SON LIMITED IN'SER XC, ? D. M. SCOTT gemerzarzure PRICES MODERATE For references consult any person whose ear I have officiated at. Phone 2828 T. T. M'RAE M. B.. M. o. P.. & S. O. 111. 0, H., Village of Brussels, Physician. Surgeon. Accnnchour Office at residence. opposite Melo ole Church. Wllttanl atroet. i ./47. Gia ori a BARRISTER, SOLICITOR, CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC LECKIE BLOCK - BRUSSELS DR. VII,AR rLAW Honor graduate Of the Ontario Veterinary rlollege. Day and night aa111sOffice onooeh e Flour m11h, 1Cthe1. fl ther Firm Out of t`+ e usts,s Just one of the news items which are appearing in papers quite too often these days throughout - the Dominion. And what is the reason? 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