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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1927-11-9, Page 7rea Grading ETTER CREAM E, 1"r ER li U'I"I' Ii R E "TER PRICISS 1.'11)1 1 )t , rluu 0,1 lo (int10 yew. t'0 'aiij hn141<I Iy, 1;,U I.,•r it it, . ;, a teeel. n ,1 d, I. vt•1 set t t( lh )x10)1 y e 11,'14 ,lay we• 1111 11, \V,• fnuh 1, . edit) , r.,vere4-+ruck In lu.cpvnu off it, te'e 1)"y ., l'„•1010)( e1 1 vena tier 11,, bull er-111) for `lpee- iitls, vr, thiel 1 . l tet •d uul;f e,•nt:perIl1, Illi cu•fil11ot- Ne, 1 gi tole ever )hal , t Nr. ;: grille. '1'111 basic piiwr•iple of !Le imp,ovememtt in he quail y, 1.1 010 ark, butte) is 111" '111tiUxt'1) 14 Seeoed tu,tl , 11' guide tette)» Thi- (000betheeettll,liohell by preying the pietiurete of good erean1 1, bete.) meet, pee pound of trutlec•-fay thee paid h, the 1)s reducer of 1, P.1 rl 1111(1. AVr solicit yew petty.,,,. age and c0-operattou roe bet 1,-; unahe1., 810.11 a 0011' 1001) you a can, SNd• toll' Agent, T. C. MCCALL, or Phone 231o, Brussels. The Seal,; rth Creamery. The Adve Copyright tures of a Cotvard NEW SSPIAL STORY. "We have taken advantage of Mi Herringhanh's kind invitation to In little boy. He ]las not been well la ely, and the doctor said that he mu come into the country, He begge to come here. We brought hire t Cadera, and your man insisted opo our coming on with him. He sat he would drive us back." "Certainly not; you must stay 'ch night!" said itii,s Ferguson. "You wife looks tired, and Pen, I know will be glad to see ,your little boy Have you brought your luggage, o d1c1 you leave it at Cadera?" "We brought ic," said Captai Lyon, smiling "We were not sur where we should stay, and I—" But Miss Ferguson was calling to the servants to prepare rooms for the visitors. "The man meant to stay," she said afterwards to Pen. Mrs. Lyon was more fashionably dressed than she had been on board the steamer, Her hair was carefully done, and there was a bright colour upon ]ler lips and checks—a colour which innocent Pen put down ':o bet- ty health. Her oyes glanced from Bide to side; the -(vas watching for seine one, Captain Lyon talked in a mellif- uous v)iee to Mi.Rs Ferguson. He admired the view, the house, the 1)3)0))1 -clue servants, the richness of the country; he was pleased with everything. His wife said little, but stat 1881 waited. Pitt was in his el- ement, running up and down the long w'hie• corridor, looking into tee roosts, and handling whatever he ought not. 'Hie mother slapped hila when he pushed against her once, but his father took !rim on his knees and told him not to be 11 "cry baby." There could be little doubt. of the af- fection !between feather and child. There Was still less doubt that Pat • was not well. His face was 'white, ]lis eyes were hoary„ and, 'though i at first in the -excitement of arriving he was lively enough, after lunch, he .]opt in -leis father's arms. I "When is the wedding to take place?" naked Cap:ein Lyon, smiling 1 at Pen. "We want to got our pre- sent ready." ".It will he very shortly, said Mise Ferguson stiffly. She did not ap- prove of these strangers 'calking of giving presents to her brother's bride. Captain Lyon looked at Pon with an Illi' which vaguely annoyed her. It was as though he were appraising some valuable article. She coloured and went 111 the house, leaving them ss upon the veranda. Site walked to the y kitchen, to talk to Carola and arrange 1- a more elalborate dinner for these st new -comers. While there she heard 1 the sound of Patrick's horse, in - o stinet told her that Patrick would n rather hear of the arrival of these d Lyons before meeting them. He was in the hall, taking off has e gloves, when she found hint. r • "We have Vi$1tO11•'," she said, "Who are thed?" "Those Lyons I told you about THE BRUSSELS POST from his pocket, and litehted n eittar. lett 11) did not offer the ease tri his :curt. H1 placid It hack in lde peek's et deliberately, and 1',•n ea v (tpl tri Lyon produced 313.1) own ea.e• 1)111' roa(' 1115 eialtr. Il struck burr,1 :a gnat! thine often ,1r]k-es a looker -en, with 1) eteeri -,1);n of 1)t,•„nit• notch. '1'11 y walked d 1)+H of •10111). i '1111' m abet' had ;l °kl') to 1111. oth, r, Patrick wig welkite with head nee) 1"t 1,.:111''ee emtont)ry wdai hits. 1 here was :abuni tie. two f! Ures son 3811, iii ;able •ilnilirily 1.1 walla. 11•!el 1',•11 !mown unthine about sold; r; he would !me.. aid, "'!'here e;m two!" 11)11 ale did not. Pat 11101 aWabeil • 1 erns.: and fee - ieek') from his sleep. lie 10.01)'0•,' to m aulused, to be kelt Pecan mischief. ei Pen wa the only person to 011. ru 0111 the 1)i lc. She Wats Moine: ine: 111 and down lvith 11101 along; the 170r- rirlar whln the two ❑den returned. I':at had harnessed her w)111 red tap,, driving Iter a., 0 horse, mak- hie her prance en•1 champ at the pit, :tied touching her with a long whh, width he said hie 111111 1' had given to hint. "Your bolter than father!” he .chid. "I -Ie always gets tired tun -eon." e . 1'11, 1101.0 had run away-, and Pat was ,lmeilcing with laughter when the two (ten entered the cool cor- ridor. Pat flew to his father atm clung to hie knees. "She's not like a girl, dad!" he shouted; and his father shook hint off roughly and angrily. "Don't hang on to me when I'm tired!" he said. Pat's mouth opened and a howl was coning from his lips. "Ail right! Stop!" said his father hastily. "I did not mean to hurt n you. h He picked up the boy, and carrier' 0 hint to his room on his ,shoulder, Pen P 0011 Patrick Ferguson had stood spectators of the little. scene. Pen w was panting with the exertions of the s 11011 knelt before her, and .she had felt hi., lips upon cua' wrist:, ate! I' h 11)11 -lle looked down a., thew, to he .,tor they were ls'i' wrist' -- ur- ly he 10)1)1 not dr+•ann• I it? "1 do Hot 10•:7'11 It/ e0 ell Eua•01n,•„ "1'o1.1 Way . , , : u W br •,, •r . ,r. 1 y pet t „ t c tl n -e• it nee,' not h•• "1111}' :h"111,1 I r . ,he a=k v1 a lute "1 have 18.41.11 int r+1 •!r:, 111 Irvin our 1)l 1 4„1)t. It 007 nti.tali4 1')1110 til,- b.•;�inn1 h ,t 1s 811'1 wi-11).11 11, 14.1 1 8151 male tr in li,tr 1,11, tette '1 it , 1 1i; t) ,t sir. You ( !1 Ie_!Us it Coq 1151.' , Inst y1.11 Will 1„ wi•,' to lit lie Pee moved her 11, ad and Ade, red, looking 01, at hint like a tr:thf,eef Wild an 111181. "Of ('01)0 , if you WI) li!” Ain nlut- te!'e,l. It i.e. time to &c••- fee dinner," 11. ,lid, moving c1) the ,leer. He held it open for 1(_,•, and 1',-1) Walka•.I out like a goat . Miss Fe l•- ges01) met her in the eort'!doi•. "Child, what is the Matter''?" "We ;u•e 1101 engaged ally longer, I'1lrie1--1L•.. Ferguson 11101 I." Fcrgusun uttered a sound of u anger, . i L, L < 1l stumped to her hrnth,rr',, door. Ile opened it at tit) :0011d of her knocks. l'en heard her enter and the door bung behind her. In her room Pen sat upon her bed and stared a:. the window. Caritn cause in and lit the lamp, and asked what dress she would wear, but, re- ceiving no answer, went out. Pen was not aware that she had been in the room. How long would it be before she was sent to Europe? How many zany days would she have to see im? The steamer sailed from Cad- re. to -morrow, but he could not ex- ect her to be ready by then. There would be Miss Fergueon also. She ould not be ready. No, he could not end her away until next week, when e the steamer would be here again r, 'There would be eight more days, 1. 1 and, try as he would to avoid her, there would be times when they ee would meet—would have to meet. She could watch him pace up and down before the house at night, un - r. seen herself. They would meet sometimes at dinner. He had kissed her hands and wrists. She kissed bhem where his lips and touched. Once he had kissed her cheek when they had sailed for Europe. , There was 110 pride about Pen. She could not deaden her pain by an- ger. Her cousin who had ceased to love, and Patrick hacl ceased to love her. Probably she had failed hits Arthur had failed her. He had done right to ask for her release. Ceaeecl to love—had he ever cared? She m n 1.a ed— first 'in- t s UUIh(I c sh • had made sines she had come to her room. .Had he not said that his sis- ter had wished it to be, and he owed much to his sister? Pen closed 1101' eye+• and moaned again. She heard Miss FergusonFe_uson conte out of her brothers room and walk down the passage, Miss Ferguson was sobbing noisily', as she did all things, Pen was glad -that she did nuc ask for admission, but passed on , en 11' (• own room. 'There was 111e dinner gong! Pen sli.1 from the bed and. went into the drawing -room as she was. She was half dazed with pain, and was 100- scious only Una) she must not mist) a chance of seeing Patrick. There would be so few chances. Her hair was ,rough from her romp whit the boy, her dress was (rumpled, the roses et her belt and neck were faded crushed, and demi. Her eyes looked like eyes that ,had seen a ghost. As indeed they had—the ghost of the years to come without love or hope. Captain Lyon and Mrs. Lyon were already in the room. Captain Lyon sat in a corner and did not. speak, scowling and biting his finger sa•ag- elv. His wife W415 in a dress which 01100 had been smart, It was pink, with a spangled' trimming and eu'c very* low, She was rouged andpopow- dered, and wore jewels about her thin neck and in her hair which were palpably false. Her eyes glittered like her diamonds. Mr. Ferguson cane in, spiel and spans His sister followed, with red eyes, Pen knew that Mr. Ferguson was different. He talked, he held his head erect, lie smiled when Mrs. Lyon smiled at Mtn. He gazed at Captain Lyon with defiance in his gaze. "You can do your worst!" the look said. To Pen he never spoke, at her he never looked through the nightmare of a dinner, He of- fered his arm to Mrs, Lyon and led 11ee in. He talked to her, he even anghe.d Mond, though there was e note in has laughter which Pen did not like to hear. Mrs. Lyon ogled hint, she whispered so that he had to bend to hear what she said, And all the time there emttained upon his lips a smile which showed his teeth, r Pat has been ill, and his father and race up and down the corridor. Sh mother have brought ]aim. I tun n sorry! I---" e "Captain Lyon and Mrs, Lyon?" • "Yes, I hope you do not mind. It is my alt.u" He was hanging his whip upon its nail and did not answer. "I 0m afraid that you arc angry," said Pen, twisting her fingers. "I never meant hint to come without an invitation from you, and—" "I am not angry; you could not estop their coming." "But if I had not talked to them" "They might have conte, or again they might not have." He flicked seine dust from his riding gaiters, "Where are they?" "On the veranda. You are not an- gry with mc.•1*" "Of course I am not angry! What makes you think so?" "Your look. You—" "I am angry with myself, They are on the veranda?" "Yes, they are there," Pen followed hint: she expected she knew not what. But to all out- ward seeming there was nothing re - j marklihlo in he meeting."My brother," said Miss Fergut;on, Captain Lyon held out his handl over the head of the sleeping child with a smile and an apology for not rising. The hand was ignored. Mr. Ferguson ,had merely bowed, Mrs. Lyon had given s start, and the col- our' in her cheeks stood out with such prominence that Pen recognize',) that it came from art and not nature, When Patrick Ferguson stepped from the window of the drltw•ing-room of to the veranda Rho diel not offer her hand. She inclined her head -co his bow, and her eyes ,''meed uneasily from side to side. Ile stood for some minutes talking to them. He face,! theta standing, a smile on his lips as lie looked front Captain Lyon to Mrs. Lyon, That look made tars. Lyon .fidget until at length she rose from iter chair and, murmuring' some- thing, fled from the veranda. Pen, las the passed her, saw that her lips were white. 161. 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 stook of Office Stationery and if it requires replenishing call. us by telephone 31. The Post Publishing Nouse "My wife is done up with the jour- ney," said Captain Lyon smoothly 'To Patrick he expressed his ad- miration 1.:N 'thee estate and the rich- ness of the land. "The captain of the steamer hl Which we came told me fabulous ac- counts of your riches," he said, and NIn remitter' shrugged his shoulders, "I ,have not done badly," be said. "If you do not want me I will change," "I should like to smoke a cigar with you and look at your embers," said Captain Lyon. ".Let Inc put this youngster in his room first." Patrick Ferguson smiled again looking at Captain Lyon. "I will join you in half an hour," His head was thrown back, and he looked his guest ,straight in the eyes. Later Pen atm them walk away to. gaiter. Patrick ,drew his cigar lase was pushing her pins into -her hai 11(1(1 looked up at Patrick with laugl ing eyes. "He is spoilt," she said, "but I lik him." Mr. Ferguson did not answer. 1.1 Was staring down the long colrido They could hear Pat's voice chatter ing to his father in his room, "I want to speak to you," be satd, "Will you come to my study?„ What was it? Pen followed him with fast beating heart. She knew before the words were eaid, that some great misfortune W04 to fall upon her, And what misfortune could there be except one? "Not that! Not that!" crier' Pen to her hear(. "Anything but that!' He smut the window 111 his study, for the evening was closing its and e chill yviucl was blowing from the. mounrtains. The fastening took long. Pen 14t001i 111101 waited patiently utl':11 he turned end told her to sit down. "1t will not take long," he said "What I have to say. T wail'.: yO01 to n01)71150 1110' from Our engagement," It was what she hal known www 1.0111 ing. She thought that elle had known from the beginning what the end would be. There was but one anewer. She heard her own small voice whisper -- "Yes, of c•ou0se, if you wish." "1 do no;, wish," We•• this the way engagements wero brokon -in titin doled matter-of- fact fashion?. t -Ie wished to be re - lensed, and that was the end. He 1011) Standing with his back '70 the window, his 111111)18 behind him with brad bowed. She could not see his face. Sae did not care that he c multi see hers. He wt•ined to be re- leased from his e.ugegetllcnt! "There is my trouseetlu," 8110 1411311 111113)i1y, "There are all those dres- ses. What am I to do with teem?" For there Wild 110(4 a 13111e1 ch'esa among )til those frocks, mud she had a feeling that she would wear blade now all her life, She would be in mourning for herself, for the self that would die to -night. "You can wear them," he said. No word of complaint or upbraid- ing fell from 'elle lips which had not yet lost their colour, though he saw with sharpened sight that they were whitening at the edges. "My sv,er shall take you back to Europe; I will see to all ar1•aingo- mentts. You are rich, and will be able to enjoy your life, and you are young'." "When am 1 to go." "You and Sarah clue arrange that." She knew he meant that to be the final word. But site sat still, staring at him with stupid wondering eyes. Some one was breathing loudly in the Toon, She was not sure whether 1 it was he or herself. Hiss hand had• fallen to his side, and she Saw him clench and unclench it, and the sight gave her courage. Perhaps he. was feeling; more than he showed, That night after their return—when he WEDNESDAY, NOV. 1)111, 1:121 64.•+•+04444+•+•+•+••i•+i++4• 1 "I am nut the 1)1811 to be black- • •• ' 101!.,. Herringlllun. sly , 1,ter :dlea,ly • WANTED m 1110 11x.1,11 d. Y011 r1/11 1,.11 10,1„- >14:11• and • �Y0 • • 4 • a n+W+'0' (G)+O{-59•!•0.'9 ;••0»f•.0+.2,';'db+0+114. 1 lit hist to it k'11 iari(:e paid. f,.r your 1feus • H • 17110 v.,.." • • "l , and 1 11) )rot beib•5 said llr Ji,t . , !8'(1!1. 1 311 1 von tt 11) p0i+im' at 111 lie +'n „n M int•, r: , nee bo m li ,t'„ ,1 01'1117 11,111 to,1 1)1' hint",". ilei 4. 11;.1 i1. .1 11/05' 1,)' - "W.• •.1)4011,1 •. 01,. to -1)r• 14105, .cod you Ghon m -I . t:; i'I 1 e roe, to he le 4• a;1,.,1„" ,,;(1 1 ,:rook 1 4.•!1,.-114,. l '4 •up ,cit i :,.r: 1,1,11/, h, 111111, '1'11e 4nlC !n•, -+,n 1)) t 8111) '1'111) ,aur. not 14: 1P: 71)0 1 ,111' ;.t f f,,' r; :them" 4t rl teat,. I;, worry y1111 Vie 15 d1), . k,•utv " !',1 t eeemin 1.11.3:. "7111 meeement vet.. 1).l it r' *• l u ,•+n, -ale' 111, l e reet e,tt leee,1 free. Pen, sit - t.0.0 nit' head hew, 1, f ru' met dawn 0t In ; , a'. , , 1L•, Fr tc-on, Who 11, 1 truer 11(k is hie cleadr. IF, r. .;. were tike .t,:•,•1• "Vol, Way 1. 11 her what W^e : 511114 pe red in the h;lrraek-roust and taut . 1.•111 at the- dab teen year's wee) 31} eleter, 1 .,011 myself this after tnoon. I have tri•d t" 41111 her fro n it all ;h d ,-ears, ]tut. 1 knew when I 0011- told tlr.at you had come to Ihie Melee let. I had tried in vain. Tell your title! Shout 1t front the boast,. tops! Tell Illyservants! Not a penny Will you e 5t r get from me to stop your tongue, ,scoundrel that you 111'0!' H/ had risen from his chair, his hands on the table, and leaned to- wards Captain Lyon with a glitter in his eyes and a tone in his voice which made Captain Lyon shrink back. "Tell them!" said Mr. Ferguson. He waved his hand with a passionate gesture. "'fell them! I shall not wait to listen. You shall say what- ever you please." He left :he room; they heard him go down the corridor, and the door of his study close upon him. There was silence; but. Captain Lyon was the first to break it. He poured himself out a glass of wine, and his hand shook so that the wine splashed over and stained his napkin a bright crimson. "Blackmailer is not a nice word," he said. "Tell me the story, please," said Pen distinctly. "I wish to hear." "Are you aware that his name is not Ferguson??" "It is Ferguson!" said his sister ioualy, "His father was Ferguson of Strath Allan." (Continued Next Week.) 11)11 ,•,0601 tr._ .-, 1, 41 1)113 riot , in''] a 011,1 el, 1.75 e•1'. ;�11 t'ow'n ,{8'81)1, wee. • y l;i, t bi-, ;'1 • would rat',{, i,•-1' 110,;:)1, 0..11 leek away bu` 1 )1 I1!11 1,• ,•nidi 1)113)5(1 (..r „14, (:1{,l Iu fee ,11 5l'. • . tt 10 17 7O1:i7:17771 14 7)1711)0•"1..,1 4:1110),•, 11.• we, i4_ its alb -t, •1)1 -, "Hew )!ed, 1 ...ey ail are!" ,Il,. l'ri ,1 1%1 7'I'. "YOU :Old 1. &1r.-._ lir. E, 1_11 on, are the only two •0'!14 "And I wi-lt to 1111:111 you Wool d b, 131/i1:1:" 141,1 111'r hu:hun,l. "'LW) , li ha- not improved,,. u 1 hie wife. "tile are es we el- ways l- w cy., 0111 -11 d, votl 1 (081)'1. Lyon Is ;0 amiable!" They had nut before, Pee hear'1 and understood. They had met be- fore, and the I.yon, had known ic before they came to the hacienda. Patrick had known it also. When he had been told the boy's name he dna I known that he was the icon of these people, and ,;hat accounted for his dislike of the child. No one did justice to Carola's cooking. Captain Lyon drank more: than was wise, but it appeared to have no effect upon him. His pale face dill not flush, his hand did not shake, The servants cleared the table, and placed wine and fruit upon the mahogany. "Now we are alone," said Captain Lyon. "Now we are alone." •t• Chapter XXIII. "We are alone," said Mr. Fergus- on. He hummed softly a tune that Pen had played on the piano the ev- ening before. "We are alone." He looked insolently across the 'cable at Captain Lyon, "Balt why wait until the servants were gone?" "I will be silent for what I want." Captain 1.yon leaned across the table and looked at Mr. Ferguson. "1 of- fer the terms of this afternoon once Ie THOMAS BROWN Seaforth, Ontario I i •• eeed awe iulu e) rap e e antics 1)4)4,1) 011,1 Perth. litilllediate .I, r m nu ,1% ,cile d Iter: Call be !t 1 -hy , 11180 T110 l'm,t, 11/71174,4014.4, C n 11 lt' .tnnncbl natrsl ae tion t, ..,..one ed or 1(t e huge, iii -11. JAMES TAYLOR - `c' I Licensed Attlienor for ti(• County I1 `111 . ',l 1111+1)111 d 1t in 11 I,:nt*Ilu,4f4.t!r r4ll!llt. S:((1i 1 tc•tictn11 1. ,.;110 311,•;1• re +}. 8),1.111 lift I 11, 1 -1 f,- 1.)1):t 1.7‘ attd'll'1011 144. .. 11irare .1'74-4. I/if!-,. • 1110re." Outside the British I1e: 111,1',' Mr. Ferguson laughed, and leaned Ire fewer that) 11,000,000 white back in his chair, throwing his nap- people in the 13,000,000s ( ! 1 1811),• loin upon the table. miles of the British Lntpire. ., 1 , 1;, ••• iv. . ;emelt li1nvn, 15-1323 W. J. D O D AUCTI'.)NF'FR b. 011,1.0 with rhos. Miller ,u•c 1 11 . 1' 1;' .1111 ols,r4 sou 17444 of ,01'0o..x 1'„x 1114 L..:5TO,, EL 0'401))141. C. C. RAMAGE, u.u.S,, L.U.S. BRUSSELS, ONT. Graduate I1oyal College of Dental Surgeons and honor Graduate Uni- versity of 'Toronto. Dentistry In all its branches. Office Over Standard Bank, I'houe-..-CI1'fice 200. I.e=idence f05-14 At Gorton House, Wroxeter, Each Thursday aftcrvoon, U1” WM. SPENCE Ethel, Ont. Conveyance, Commissioner and C. J. Agent fur The Imperial Life Assurance Co. of Cankele. ere and Ocean Accident Guarantee Corpora tion, Limited Accident Insurance, Automab• a In- surance, Plate Glass Insurance, etc. Phone 2225 - nthel, Out JAMES M'FADZEAN Agent uowick Mutual Fire Insurance Company Also Hartford Windstorm and Tornado Insurance Phone 42 Boot Turnberry Street Brneeel. JPO, SUTHERLAND Ss SON. LIMITED J alli'12RXCA' 114'rli P Y OJY'T1161.1. D. M. 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