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By Anthony earlyie
Yet, if she bad changed, so hal
Julian Forrest, Mavis remembered
him as a gay, reckless lad, haPPY
and inconsequent, But the face on
which the •spring shone 'was that
of a man upon whom time and suf-
fering had put their iaeradieable
eolith I
Neither epope again until the car-
stop2red short and Julian touched
Ler arm lightly,
"Were here," he said, and helped
het' out with Roads that were as
gentle and kindly as.a brother's.
Life had dealt hardly with them
both, yet •they were about to meet
'one whom Fate had tortured even
more bitterly, and they had need of
mutual cytmpathy, for they loved her.
Thus it was that Julian Forrest al-
most led Mavis up the flight of steps
to the house, his hand on ber arm.
CHAPTER VII.
Was It In Vain?
":Ylarise—oh, Marise, is it really
you?"
Nancy Goldendng asked the ques-
Lon Per the twentieth time, but
even now there was a quiver of
eagerness in her soft voice
Her eyes were aglow, and Marise
rested ber band aver the thin,
nervous one lying en the arm of the
velvet chair,
The two were quite alone. After
a few brief word;, of explanation as
to his chance meeting with Marise,
Julian Forrest had left the sisters
to themselves. And after the first
joy of their reunion, Nancy, after
a keen glance at the ether's face,
had promptly sent her to bed, stern-
ly repressing the desire of her own
elaerness t0 ask questions.
Marise, who had been christened
Mavis—Marise was back, and that
was all that mattered!
And almost immediately the girl
had fallen into a heavy sleep which
was like a stupor, and lasted well
into the afternoon, hut from which
she awkaened at last, refreshed and
strengthened,
But even now as she sat in a low
chair close to her sister's side, she
could not realise she was awake,
that this was not some strange
dream, and that ail events of the
last few hours were real, that it was
Nancy who sat before ber now.
1 can't realise .it even yet" the
lute' went on, returning the pres-
sure of her sister's fingers with
feeer1Sh eagerness, "I can't believe
I have you with meagain---thee you
have, come back to me .at last! ; 011,
Marise, I've wanted you se, clear --
I've wanted you so
Again ' Irlav;s tightenedher held,
but s,ti11 'she did 'not answer,
In the mellow light of the shaded
elaetric lamrp, and the. Hire, ehe was
searching the face before her 'with
keen',' tender eves --eyes that shad-
owed and grew grave as they noted
the change which had taken place
in the sheer he loved so dearly,
Nancy Goldendng had been almost
e, child when she had' married—a
light-hearted, inconsequent child,
with all a child's carelessness.
Mavis, though only two years her
senior, always had been the quieter
the more self-reliant, and she had
given to her pretty young eieter a
love that was almost worship.
She had mothered her and cared
for her ever since their mother died
when Mavis herself bad been barely
more than eighteen and Nancy still
a schoolviri. So they had faced
Ere together poor and alone, and
with but a few fniende.
Dear as had been the mother's af-
fection for her a+!der 'len hoer.
Nancy owned the largest portion of
her heart, and it was for Nancy and
Nancy's future she had felt' the
greatest anxiety,
With her last breath she begged
Mavis to care for her sister always
—to shield and shelter her and
make her happy.
Are Mavis had made the promise
willingly, and had kept it to the
hest of her ability,
Nancy turned to her for every-
thing—for comfort, sympathy, love,
and oemrtlmes advice, though, In
her inconsequent way, she seldom
took the latter, if it was against her
cwr. Inclinations.
So it came about that when Hiram
Goldendng came into their lives
Mavis had found her power weaken-
ing,
Nancy loathed poverty, she was
restless and miserable in the "lite
they were forced to lead, and Gold
ening'' subtle flattery, his gifts of
flowers and books and sweets, his
evident admiration, completely
turned her head.
,She was very pretty, brilliant,
fascinating, and 'well ,. brought np
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Wh?I1NI SIyAy, 1MtX , Stlk 1iI3#?
attracted by her for . the momeut.
Akan he realised the advantage to'
himself that marriage with her
would mann—in 'bate of their pov-
erty
owcrty the two 'sisters belonged to a
class' above his own, they had rich
rc1a:'vtz—and he shrewdly realised
thea as his wife Nancy 'would de
much to raise him to. those circles
for which his soul yearned, With
his money at her back she would
shine forth brilliantly upon the
world, and his would be the reflect-
ed glory,
Ilte' offer of marriage bad left the
girl bewildered but elated. Here
was a way of escape from the mon-
atony of her present life—here was
a means by which she could have
the tunnies she wished, and could
benefit her beloved Mavis. Site
was only a little over seventeen, and
dad not realise the seriousness of
the •step she was about to take,
She was too young .and foolish to
see Goldeninr's many and very ob-
vious .faults, ;She was blind to the
fact of his i11Jbreeding, and in her
own mind she decided that she
really liked him a great deal.
In consequence she had accepted
his offer with bat little time for
thought, and in spite of all efforts
to nip the affair in the bud, Mavis
had found herself powerless, and
Nancy had become Goldening's wife,
'She had learned her mistake soon
enough.
With a keener knowledge of her
husband had come shrinking from
the chains she had forged ---golden
chains, it is true, but how heavy
only she knew.
She had every luxury the heart of
woman could wish—wonderful
gowns and every costly trifle money
could buy, and indeed there were
many who envied her. yet even the
most mercenary might not hare en-
vied
nvied long had they guessed what
her life was In reality.
Before she had been married a
year she had found out the true
character of her husband. She had
seen him as he was Mall reality—a
gambler—a drunkard, and a bully,
utterly selfish and abominably cruel
in petty ways that were infinitely
hard to bear.
Her imagined liking for him had
turned to loathing,
Mavis was the only person who
made her life endurable—Mavis who
had stood betwen her and Golden -
New
Songs of Canadian Life
Set to tunes from the Old World
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World' Bal-
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J. M. GI80ON has Just come
from the Ryar..
an Press, Toronto. It is a most
ftractive little book, beautifully
rated and illustrated and for
ballad there is, a pleasant
ble old tune that Mr. Gibbon
dug from somewhere out of
songs are gathered into ten
which, in a ,general way,
afferent periods of Cana-
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ballade by John Murray Gibbon and published by the Ryerson Pres., Toronto.
Ulan history such. as "The Pion-
eers" and "Settlement & indepen-
dence", while others sing of moun-
tains, rivers and prairies — Then
too, there are ballads of the canoe,
of the trail and of the seasons —
in short It in a very comprehen-
sive book of Canadian Gong which
should meet With a hearty wet-
00010 from Canadians everywhere,
The
with the nballads t eelovely nold
melodies which have been brought
toCanada by settlers from the
British Isles and front • Edrope.
Some of these are dance tines,
some , are , tunes of .which the
wordd are' no longer generally
known er which belong to a lan-
guage that lg) not English. Mr.
Gibbon ?tae written the ballads
especially for these tunes.,
andhwell !loved tunes ddatesifrom
the time of Shakespeare. When
throne ueen egl England In
ll Eneth c 0to the
1558, t110
balladmonger sang at the fair, the '
words of broadsheets which he
sold for a penny. Shakespeare
knew them, and in the snatches
of song in "Hamlet", "The Merry
Wives of Windsor" and "A Win-
ter's Tale" revealed how much he
owed to the ballad .singers, Up ,
to the time o Oliver Croiewell= •
lyric poetry was not yet consider-
ed as something apart from music,
so we find Christopher Marlowe,
Ben Jonson, George Wither, John
Donne and Robert Herrick; all
great pests, still writing verses t0
Old tunas, Later John flay took
tunes from Franee as well as
England, and we find euaceeding
poets, including .Burns, .Scott;
Stovensen and Moore writing bal-
lads based on a tune. . .
New World Ballade Is' an Ideal •
collection of songs to make -the
music hour a memorable One in
schools and canine as well as in
homes.
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Tht vp't+t fvlm to width
iob.cco ass be smoked"
irtg's rages many titneesehlavis
who fore than onco'ltea awed Min
Into something like ' quiet—+whose
c.inteallpt: and quint scorn, had left
lint writhing and beaten and awed,
though raging furiously within 111m.
Self,
it d 11 was to 11111718that Nancy
owed' what little peace s+he'-ever eu.
joyed,
Tito' Julian Forrest had drifted
eai'taa their path Julian Forrest,
Who had been their camleanion and
friend In the 01d days when Hiram
Goldclning's name bad net been
known to them,
In the years that had dragged by
slice her sister had been away
froze, her, Nancy lead known a mis-
ery that bad been well -night un-
bearable, and now, at the memory
of it, she buried her face in her
hand's,
"It's been awful!" she whispered,
and Mavis stretched out and took
her soothnig grasp. "It has been
almost lmposeible to behr. And on
top of all my wretchedness, there
has bee nmy fear for you, my lonv-
ing to see you, and, oh, Mavis, i
shall never, never forgive myself,
far letting you bear the blame!'
"Hush dear," said Mavis, and,
gatheiog the sobbing form into her
arms, she cuddled her sister • close
to her with that motherly tender-
ness which had been so dear to the
younger girl in the happier days
gone by, "Don't, dear," she went on,
as Nancy began to cry bitterly.
"And dont talk about that, it can do
no good, it is beset forgotten, And
if only you were happy, Nancy, I
shouldn't care, Aren't things any
better, dear?"
Nancy shuddered, But a sob,
checked as it rcse to her lips, told
the ether more than her reply ,
'Better! I think it groove worse.
every hour, and harder to bear.
Hiram --she shuddered, and Mavis
tightened her hold on her—"makes
my life intolerable in a t'hous'and
ways. He forces me to meet men
'and, women whose presence in the
house are an insult to me—a. girl
who takes drugs and is generally
horrible, a man who drinks: even
more heavily than Hiram' does, and
others who are worse even , than
that if possible He seems to take
a fiendish delight in watching me
when I am among them all Some-
times
ome-tin s I think drink is sending him
insane."
"I hoped + things had 'become
better," said Mavis, her face pale
arra grave. 'It is very dreadful for;
you, Nancy,"
"I hoped so, too,' went on Nancy;
bitterly, "I thought that when: the
baby came it would soften , him,
change him for the better, For a
little time I think it did) then it got
worse I believe Hiram hates the
child' as much as he hates me.
Manisa, once; when. he had been
drinking very heavily, he' struck the
little baby. I've been. in terror ever
since'
"Nancy—he struck the child—his
Child!' Mavis breathed,
At the horror in her sister's tone,
the other girl laughed. harsh,
.minthlese laugh that rang out oddly
from suoh young ]Ips, - -
"Not a pretty story, ds it?" she
said, slowly, meeting Mavisrs pdby-
ing glance with hot, dry eyes. ''The
child is delfeate and id always ill
and absolutely afraid of his father,
so I suppose that .angens Hiran!f
Now that he iq away from me is bhe
first time I have known rest or.
peace, ever sinsee I became his wife,
Every des, brings some new hum11-
dation."
'if be no idea things were so
bad;" said. Mavis, in tones of deep.
distresn "I hardly know what to
say or think." •
Nanny dnenvaway a'nd; fig if pur-
suing her own train of thoughts
wenteon, In a different voice, pile.
charged with even !greater misery—
"And' it's ten Mmes worse now'
JUldan is back, We are alwaye
meeting, and Hiram/ is everlasting-
Iy throwing us tegether, And the
pain and .the longing`—"
"I think I understand, dear,"
wliielpered: Mavis, •for her own love
tale bore the same stamp of Fate's
cruelty,
There wee a silence for Nome
time, while Nancy sat with diet
eyes starling widely before her, her
facia. drawn with ebfferdng, And
Mavis lokecll at 1101 with 'increasing
sgnr iatby •and plsby,
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her face with a swift gesture and
faced her sister half -defiantly,
"It would have been better if you
had let me have gone my own way
that night," she said. "1A you had
not tried to save me,—and succeed-
ed +Sometimes I teal I cannot bear -
it."
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