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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1927-11-23, Page 7THE BRUSSELS POST WEDNESDAY, NOV. 23rd., I927. Cream Means rading IE'I"I'R R CREAM IE'I"TER BUTTER ETTER PRICES We are now prepared to Math, your (hewn honestly, gath,•t tt iwnv a week et,d dullest at our (hennery each day we lift it. We gather with covt•red t nett to keep sun 011 IL We pay a Premium o1' 1 cent tam lir, but tp•(al for Spec- ials over that of N.e, 1 glade, and 3 eon l.:• per lb, butter -feat for No, 1 grade over that r•1 No. '2 glade. The basic principle of the improvement it, the quality ni Ontario hotter is the eliutin',[ion of Speond nod teff l;t•rule cream. 'Thin may be acerin 1 ,heti by paying; the producer of food er1aml r+ bctler price per pr and of butter -frit that, is paid to 11ts In ittlileer of peat I '1 c1111. kVp solicit your pattou- age and So.ope•ratlen for better market. to;'1Ve will loan you a can, Sec our Agent, T. C. McCALL, or Phone 2310, 13russe1S, The Seaforth Creamery The Adventures of a Coward Copyright NEW S5RIAL STORY. fr Chapter XXIV. While Patrick Ferguson and Pen still held one another the door was flung open violently. "I won't go," screamed a voice, shrill with hystrical passion, "I won't go until he 'cells me to Patrick Hayes, do you order me out of the house?" Mrs. Lyon stood in the doorway. Her hair weds hanging - dishevelled upon her shoulders. The trimming of her dress had been torn in her passion and trailed upon the floor. There was about her face and bearing an air of wildness and unchecked passion which made Pen shrink, "Has that girl told you that she loves you? Does she mean to stick to you?" the woman screamed. "You mean to marry her. He's cold, cold as ice, you little fool. 1— Ah." Her husband had but a hand upon her arm. Over his shoulder peeped Miss Ferguson, her shrewd -face keen and alert. "I ain't going, I tell you. I'll stay as long as I please in Patrick Hays s house. You and the boy can go if you like; i ain't going." Patrick stepped before Pen as the nt:itl woman Same towards them. "What do you want, Mrs, Lyon,." he said in his cold quiet tones. • "Does he 1)1ea11 to marry yon?" "Yes, , Miss Herri'ngham Will be my wife ." „The little fool," •tut 1 of w blazed. l "The •n her to 1117 Lyon, and i little fool. She is infatuated. She marries a man at whom honest men gibe. Oh, I :Should like to tear herr eyes out." She reeled as though `trunk with Passion. Pea trembled as she wet, h - ed the woman, with her torn dress and disordered tidier and wild eyes. "You had beteg take your wife away,"' said Id , Ferguson coldly to Captain Lyon. "You may remain here the night, or, if you wish you can leave at once. You have dome all you could, and it is time you went." "We will go tomorrow," said Captain Lyon slowly. He looked at his wife with maligant eyes. "She will not go to -night. She is be- having like a fool," Mrs, Lyon had cast herself into a chair and was leaning forward, her face between her hands. Site looked up at her husband. "You've been the fool this time," she said, "I told you he wouldn't pay you, and he hasn't. You said that he'd do it for silence and to gest 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 it it requires replenishing call us by telephone 31. The Post Publishing House the girl. Who was right?" "This is enough," sac'l Pntr:,lt -wee. guson. This is quite (110)1 •1, "'•'• your wife from this room, and from this house to -morrow. You nave done your worst, and now you can go, And if you ever speak to me again T will thrash you within tut inch of your life, sir. As for that woman—" , He made gestures of scorn. "Come along," said Captain T,yon. He caught his wife by the arum and tried to draw her from her chaise, and she screamed at the touch. "He has hurt Me, the beast. Look at my arms. Patrick FTayet. you knew histo in the old tines, and how ]le treated me then. He used to heat me." "Did she tell you that?" said Cap- tain Lyon. FIe looked a•+ 1'•.,-•e••, and the other's silence told him that was what she had said. "You believ- ed it? 'Pon my word, I must look a bigger 'blackguard than I am," He gave a mirthless laugh. "I never touched the woman, though she has given me cause enough. Are you coming madam?" "I'm not," she replied sullenly. "Come, Pen; you shall not ;tas with her," said Mr, Ferguson. "Take her away," shrieked Mrs. Lyon. "T ain't good enough Inc hpr, 1 know." Patrick Ferguson took Pen'; hoed and led her from. the snot». The shrieks and laughter or tete woman pursued them down thepassage. r.t door was opened, and a red head peeped out. "What is mother screaming roc"" asked Pat in his childish crit', Never mind, go to bed. You ought to be asleep," said Petr, "Mother often screams; but dad will manage her," said the chill. He pattered back to bed and climbed in. "You can kiss ate, Pen," he said lof- tily. "I don't like girls, but 1 )!&o you. I'm glad we ca110 here. Pen kissed him and Miss Fergu..on and Patric]: stood at the door, siLnt witnesecs of the scene. "I wish he had not to go with then,," Pett whispered when she re- joined them, "Could he not stay?" Patrick shook his head, but he ad- ded after a while— "I will see—if you want it, c3h11d.'tt • "I do want it; he looks ill." "Then I will try to get_ his father to allow hien to stay for awhile." - Mrs. Lyon's screams had ceased, Her husband had silenced her sone - how, and induced her to go to ,her room. In the drawing -roots Mr, Ferguson, his sister, and Pett lhatne d and looked at one another. "We must go to bed," said Sarah Ferguson, "Patrick, you should have told me all this years ago. Whitt are you and Pen intending to do?" "It was nonsense this aftoruoon," said Pen gaily, "Ho did not know what he was doing. You and I do not believe such nonsense as that he sold plans to foreign governments, do we Sarah? You and I have much too much sense. It does not matter what other people say or think. We believe in you, Patrick." "Dear women," said Patrilk i?'er- guson; and he kissed their lhands, "There's another who knows that you did not do it either," said Miss Ferguson; "and she is that, horror, Mrs. Lyon, Patrick, we should like to hear the whole tale. Will you tell us?" ".No," Said Patrick Ferguson, "I uttnet, You must believe or disbe- lieve; I can tell you nothing." 11' looked moodily upon the. ground. "That, is the feet. 1 esti tell you nothing in my own defence. Yon uu he coritertt to let 111,• ce:1 told •, a 'loud." - "We will never spill( of i1 ,tx;tc said Pen; from to -night there -hail bre silent about it." •'1 Arnold hke the 0111(0 cleared," steel Miss Iot:'iisou, gloomily. "•T: •;, it never will he," said hsr br,,.Iter. 1'tn•tt let it alone," said Sarah Forgo:on. "I am gInd I came wilh Patrick. Yott have been a good brother to your old sister, and 1 caul hand you over -to Pen with a croon "She would take our with •1 bad enc," ,:aid Patrick. "I believe ehe wottltl," ;said his sister, "Kiss ulr, child, and run off to bed. We cannot have our beauty spoilt for want of :deep. 1 am off to store mine." Miss Ferguson mercifully left the lover's to say their "Good night" alone. Pen looked from her window that night, but no lonely figure walkers 113) and down before the hae;,•n111 Patrick Ferguson slept that night -- the first night for a week --such sleep as he had not enjoyed for ten years. It was early morning when the cart was at the door to take the Lyons to Cadera; but, early as it was, Patrick Ferghson sent for Cap• tain Lyon and offered to take the boy Pat for a time. "Miss Herringham wi:,hes it," ho said gravely. Captain Lyon bit his finger, gazing through the winelow across the un- dulating country down to the strip of bare plain and the tea beyond. "She's an angel," he said suddenly. "But 1 can't let the boy go, He': 011 I have. 1 claresay that I am a black- mailer and a blackguard but 1 neve" heat my wife, and I am fond o1 my t boy." "I believe it." "She told you that I beat her. That woman has been the bane of my life. I wonder if she has been the same of yours?" Captain Lyon looked in- quisitively at Patrick Ferguson, hut the latter's face did not alter or show a sign of feling. "I have for- ced her to leave the ]louse, and you ought to be thankful to nue for that " Captain Lyon laughed grimly. "1 ant not all bad, or I should have left her with you. But she is going. No T cannot leave the boy. Wo can :deity in Cadera until the steamer comes, and then we shall go back to Lima. I must find something to ,1", o" I shall starve. When t came her,. 1 thought I should make a good thing out of you, but the plan failed. There's the cart. I must get my (hell) wife in, and Pat is howling at having to leave. Thanks for your offer, but the boy must stay with ane." He walked to the door, and then e came ltrtek. "I ;ball not day anything; I'll keep. your secret." He was gone; and Patri.lc Fergus- on orgo -on laughed 'harshly as he wet.•h-,l the rant pass the w,trlow. Ml:. Lynn was :,'taring sullenly down at her lap, i whitefaced, dowdy, sullen, unlike ti'e figure which had sat nt his richt hand the previous nigid or screamed in I hysterics in the study. Pat was cry- ' ing 11u'ily, and refused to be com- forted, though h s father talked to i him and promised him whatever he wanted. Captain Lyon was the only one of the three for whom Patrick Ferguson felt any kind of liking. Scoundrel as the man was, Patrick found himself pitying him inn a queer apologetic fashion. . Was it perhaps because both were victims of the same woman? "He would not let tine boy stay," Ile told Pen later. "I was sorry for your sake, but he was firm," "He is very fond of him," 5541 Pen thoughtfully. "Where are they, stay` ing now?" "At Cadera until the steamer comes in again." "But Cadera is so unhealthy." "There was no other place for ,them." Patrick Ferguson shrugged his shoulders. "They could not stay hero. Do not loot. •so solemn. It Will not be for more than a week, and perhaps they were in time to catch the steamer returning, Inquiry however told them that the Lyons had not caught the steam- er, and would have to waist fo,r at least a week at Cadera. They had taken lodgings near the sett in the house which looked the cleanest in the place. Pert was given little time to think of the unfortunate Lyons, Patrick Was pressing that their wedding hottld take place immediately; Miss erguson was urging that there was othing to wait for; and, Pen's heart 00 was tolling the same tale, The ,V.,ve'cnd Sandy Macpherson 10111 1 11. Ilg faced and cliental, but he war of meaning to lose a good living or the stake of t little affair of the part, and he too was ready '.o do is part. "You can go to the Finlnyo t`.: for the honeymoon," sail MIs•: I•' :, . "and then utero I'atrielt caner., buret perhaps be will b • . able to look after hi:, sem a 1 !' ie t,•.d of rhtunderills alter a :voting wit„' all the time. Ye.;te, lay he• : 110,114 have scan'• to Paxac: i to ,ss tib• new nmehinery they ;cave on, to, but instead he was -wingin<r you in a hummock all the day, I believe. i know whenever 1 looked fr,nn the window he was standing at your sfde, lookiur' at. you its tri ,tt h hl' WO, moon -stricken. And he with ,'ern.. hairs too.' "There. You hear what Scarth says. But you were not standing by me all day. You went to look aft••,' that young horse, anti -" "He was absent half an horn'; I tinted it," said Sarah. ".No, yon must just get married and settle down into sensible couple. T think this day week will do very well. Pen has her trousseau all ready, and there's nothing to stop you." "Do you hear, Pett?" Pen would not look up. from the strip of work she had in her fingers. "Silence gives consent, Sarah, it shall be this day week." "That is settled, then. It is quite time Pen's wedding -dress was taken nut of its box. She spent .a for- tune on her clothes, the little nues," "Blue is not his favorite colour," said Pen looking up. "You were quite wrong, Sarah." "It is when you have it on, child," said Miss Ferguson, laughing, "Nov: I am off to begin to make arrange- ments for this day week"—ansa she left the room. - "1 shall have to go up to Fin- layson's," said Patrick. He drew the work from her fingers. "Or would you rather go anywhere else?" "No, Finlayson's," murmured Pen. She knew that he dreaded to leave Cadera and the neighborhood, to meet other white men, possibly Englishmen, that be shrank with a] - meet a morbid shrinking from his kind. "You axe giving me everything," he said, "and I can give you nothing.. Youth and happiness and beauty, and your healing touch upon my poor old battered fellow with a ruin- ed careered career and a dishonor- able stain upon his past. Bat Pen laughed and looked into his eyes. "You will marry etc this day week?" • "This day, week." Chapter XXV. Patrick Ferguson returnes from Finlayson's with news. „The Lyons have .gone up to old Pierre's hut The boy was not well, and Mrs.Lyon got malaria. The old priest at (Indere started them oft to the but saying that it was the only place among the mountains to Suri! thein. Mrs. Lyme is worse, and Lyon fetched Finlayson's wife last night to nurse her." "Old Pierce's hut," ex(•lainuel Miss Ferguson. "What a plane to go to." "It is a healthy si>ot no their among the mountins," "Is she very ill?" asked Pon. "Finlayson thinks not, but ht.; wife cannot leave theta. You roust send up women servants to him,' Sar - ch, to get ,the house ready for us," "I am sorry for the Lyons," said Pen. "Pat is not ill?" "No, there was little the matter with the boy. Aro you coming out with tile? I want to ask you sev- eral things." In the asking t'he Lyons were for- gotten. Pen lived in a sweet dream that week, She could not rememrbor that there were people suffering in this happy world. Pat and his father and mother, all were forgotten. Patrick left her often these last few days of mysterious errands to Cador'a mid the Fhnlaysons. When she questioned him ho laughed and stopped her mouth. She was to know when they were married, Finlayson was always coming to see his master. He wished Pen happiness with an air which showed plainly that he con- sidered her lucky to have gained such a husband, ' "There's none like Mr. Ferguson," he ended his little speech. Patrick told herr that Finlayson had been his servant in t'he old re- giment, and than when his tilno was up he had followed linin to South America and offered himself as his servant again. "Ile is the only man in the world who believes me innocent," said Pat- rick glootmily. Hatt Pen's eyes dont his and the gloom vanished. WANTED d •N 11I 'ht's,, tnvirknt price .pp [laid for your liens # • M. Yollick ssi-Se4 W Yet•• +P@•d•0setes el es -e He was heemniu:' -t ,dntnxed cheer frit talked anti belched, and •.v:. 3 1 amuse the two women 'Wit]) Iver 1, h:t1 sett and 31 11x,1 I'ra,n ten re is lazy South American mixed race.. 11,- 110 longer sat (1utett time, oil meal;, but catered into convert,! , p and talked wi3i, gaiety and ,nicht. "He is getting like the Psttrielc hr used to hc,,'• eaid hi' sister. :Salting. "1 wonder why they were afraid of you," said Pen, lookite, rat him as he :stood by hi.). Sidi., fl;rkittsr iii- whip at a fly upon the sunlit wall. "Who were afraid of me?" "Patty and --and At't.hur, and your sister, I think, a little." "Sarah. Never.'• "But she: is a little. Now, I am not afraid of you, and I never was. We were always friends from the very beginning. I always seemed to know you somehow." "You did, you impertinent little girl." "I thought you quite old, too." "Nearly forty—old enough to he your father. I shall expect to 1„, honoured and obeyed, young lady." "Great expectations," said Pen saucily, Pedro was leading the horse In sight, so the punishment of the little witch had to be deferred. "Wait until next week, madam. and observe this whip—and shud- der. He cracked it in the air, making the horse rear width fright, I3ut Pen laughed and shook her head. "You will not frighten me; you are a sham," she cried. Pedro looked at his future mis- tress with adoring eyes, and thought his master a lucky man. "Is it for the day you are going again?" said Pen, when Patrick hail swung himself on to his horse. "I 'will be back to lunch, if3 pos- sibly can." "Why will you not take me with you?" Pen asked, "Because I do not want you to see your nest until it is ready for the bird. You will see it on Wednes day." Pen cn had turned and run into the house; site always turned ,-c•:islet 1 tlo, nv•atinn nI Wednesday. But the clays flew pe t--...tn Pen they 'flew; to Patrick they crept. Wednesday day was to -morrow, Every- thing wo ready, The wedding fetes was Nllree:lrl; tin• brill ',,, etc- wee i',id upon her bed. \it'. Macoler-:sn bad been to 4'',0,,, his 1:3 Ina rae. tion;. The rue -t was ready for the bud, Palruk 'rids 1 iniay;,n s with was dill Lyon but resat t had I -.."4 in the ;lou -•e, and see that all was r,:1 !3' -sir 1lnmt. "!,-, that wr,nrrn be•,te1'? 1 Mi Iert uso❑ ;,t dinner, F,te 0v— t•—`:died Mr:, Lyon "tbst ten e•1., "T hrdi,•1 a,." Said Pats -I,: - 11 -Iv. "Bat Lyon litt, 100e11 h•hut,•- tog':Ire a fool. lie bee herr, lies i s the lndien village, tryinn to !set nut. of that -uppoeed eeeret ebour their gold. F'itdayson told. him !m would get into danger." "He is a fool as well US a scamp;" said Misr- Ferguson.. rruson.. But 1'alritk could not third` of the Lyons. They had ceased to , q st for hint. Ile was; trying to make Peri Iook at hini. They were to bo married at the English Cort:,ul's house iu ('111 18, and then were to return for the re- ligious ceremony at which Me. Air- pher:son would officiate tit the ere, iencia. r e•- ienda. Miss Ferguson arranged the second part. Afterwards there was to be a breakfast, with a bride -rake, which Miss Ferguson proudly dis- played as a surprise at the last mom- ent. She had brought it with her from England. "The best cake that could he got." she said proudly showing it on the table set for breakfast. The only visitors were the Faits -h Consul—a fat little Spaniard—bhp old Roman Catholic priest, and Mr. Macpherson. But the breakfast was worthy of all the best traditions; of wedding's Miss Ferguson saw to that. "There shall be no smelt muddle as there was at poor Patty's wed- ding," she said. All went smoothly. Carola had risen to the occasion, as had the other servants. The house was de- corated with flowers until it was a bower of roses. Even the dog -cart in which Patrick was to drive to Cadera for the first part of the cer- emony was hung with garlands, and Pedro was hurt when his .matter bade him take them off. Miss Ferguson drove Pen. 'rhes - followed the dog -cart in which Pet- rick rode. (Continued Next Week.) Vast Experience "Po you know anything 11,011 driving a car? "Yes, I've often listened to wife Arrive." 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