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PIZOLO;GUE TO LOVE
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SYNORSIS
Autumn Dean's destiny was sealed
in a moment of moon -lit magic:
',poking into Bruce Landor's level
eyes, ,she knew that she loved hirn.
But 'love between these two was, it'
seemed, a forbidden thing -a herr
Inge from her mother, Millicent . 0
dell . forever loved, forever lost.
The setting of this splendid story.
is the Kamloops Valley of .British
Columbia, midway between the vast
arches of the •Rockies and the color-
ful 'Cascades. To this ;region . of
great sheep. ranches, Autumn' Dean
returns from her schooling among
the' Continental smart set, ,,,to find
herself inescapably faced with a fate-
ful secret
ate.ful.secret and a conquering love.
After she and Bruce Lander had de-
clared thein:' love to each other.` she
learns that hes father felt • that he
was the murderer of Bruce Landor's
father, though his death is supposed
to have been suicide. He was shot
by his own' revolver when struck by
Jarvis Dean in a `quarrel over Dean's
wife, who was loved by, and who :lov-
ed Landor. This knowledge casts a
gloom over Autumn's horizon and
for the time, at least, renders her,
desperate. Site allows 'herself to be
led by a wild crowd Into wild par
ties and diving escapades for which'
ells has no . relish. Bruce Landor de-
fends her honour when ..her name
conies up in a drinking` house and
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Autumn was 'amazed at- Linda's
sudden garrulity. ,At the quick glare
of the old man's eyes, however, the
girl ceased abruptly, and biting her
lip, looked rather hopelessly toward
Autumn.
"I'll not have my daughter's name
bandied about the country as though
she were a common strumpet!" the
Laird roared, and brought his bands
down resoundingly upon the arms of
his chair, •
Linda got to her feet with charac-
teristic languor, and begging to be
sxcused, left the room and went up-
stairs. Autumn surmised with a
cynical affection for the girl, that
it was 'the desire for: a cigarette that
sent her off, rather than any marked
distaste for the scene.,
"You are carrying on quite unnee-
essarily, Father," Autumn observed
quietly when: Linda had gone. "It
sn't good for you—and I'm surpr'is-
:d that you should treat such a sins
hie situation so seriously."
"Simple? Simple 7" Jarvis 'Was al-
most. inartieulate. "Have you no,
sense '02 decency, girl? You put
yourself in a position where men en-
gage in a brawl over you in a gamb-
ling dive—and you call that simpler;"I have tried to explain, to you,,
Fratlmer, that it was an accident," Au-
tumn persisted. "We were utiles
'rent anywhere. What on earth were
we to do, at three o'clock in the morn-
ing?"
The Laird drew himself up and his
nostrils flared in the magnificence of
his indignation. "You had no busi-
nese being there -or anywhere else
but in your bed at three d'clock in
the morning. And I'll have no more
of it!"
Autumn's eyes narrowed. S h e
glanced sharply at Hector, who was
slumped wearily in his chair. "What
.lo you propose to do, Father?"' she
asked filialiy in a cold voice. "Keep
me under lock and, key?" •
A dull flush lay like a sultry sha-
dow on the old man's cheekbones.
Autumn knew that her words had
started the ripples of an old and,
:rue] memory in the depths of his
consciousness, and for 'a moment,
she was sorry for what she had said.
Pot some moments Jarvis did not
reply to her question. Then,: his
mouth grimly set, ire pronounced his
ultimattmi. "Yon will conduct your-
self from -now on like a Lady—or back
.you go to where you came from! I'll.
not have the Dean name made the
cause of drunken` brawls in public
dives!"
Autumn got angrily .to her feet. In
that moment, all the wretchedness of
those long summer weeks came back
upon her, those weeks of striving to
tear the love of Bruce Landor from
her heart, attad instantly her regret
forthe pain she was causing her
father retreated.
She confronted him now with wide,
blazing eyes. "The Dean name!"
she said. "That's what's behind all
this! It isn't, what will happen to me
that. you are thinking about. 'Yon
lnmow I can Iook after 'mnyself. ;I've
doneit for years without giving yoti
anything to' worry about. But the
Doan name must' be defended! It
hurts your pride to see it 'defended
by 'Bruce Landor. You have been
living in the past so, lengthat
it's
more real to you and more important
to you thitn your own daught n'.
Well, let me tell you, Da - I don't
•give a damn' fon: a name that needs
defending. I've suffered 'what you
Will,never, know --ever since I came
back -defending thesDean name. I
can'tgo ems -1 won't go on! Let the
name of Dean-"
The Lard was on his feet instant,
ly, his huge flame trembling"' with
emotion. "Stop 'it!" he cried.' "Stop
t!' You've gone far enough. You've,
sone—fa r—•enough! r'
Autumn ' f o r i lilt instant star -
Ing at him. ide :seemed' to have
gone suddenly feeble, defeated. IIe
turned away :front her and stretched
his` hand 'out to support himself by
the mantelpiece. His body appeared
to crumple forward, to sag and dwin-
dle as though shrinking from a blow.
In that moment Autumn's compas—
sion for him rose 'again, and her im-
pulse was to go to him and throw
her ai'nts about him in an effort to
make peace between them. But Hee..
tor was already beside him and was
Waving her away., She turned silent-
ly and left the room:
Long after Linda was asleep 'in
the room next her ,own, andthe
house stood in its dark silence, Au
tumn lay awake, turning over and
over in her mind the restive thoughts
that had had their incipience in that
disconcerting clash with her father.
At Iast, unable to bear any longer
the confining darkness of 'her own.
room where thinking had become 'a
torment, she gotup and put on a
dressing -gown and slippers.
She stood for a moment in the
darkness gazing out of a window in-
to the hot night.. Above the velvety
spread of the midsummer darkness,
the stars .hung large and soft and
heavy, unsharpened, as tears behind
a veil, You lowered your eyes,• and
there was the engulfing blackness of
the mountains, into 'which Millicent
must have stared on nights like
these, with eyes vacant of all but de-
spair. • You drew in 'a deep breath,
and the sweetness of the darkened
earth that was meant for love caught
fiercely at your heart, as it must
have caught at Millicent's in her de-
solate unhappiness.
Noiselessly, Autumn went out into
the hall. - Her father's hound, Saint
Pat, who slept on a mat outside the
Laird's door, rose at her approach,
but she caressed him reassuringly,
and he flung himself down again and
Autumn continued on deem the stairs
and but of the house.
i ' She stole quietly to a secluded nook
in the garden where,- within the cir-
cle of flowering mock -orange trees,
Iyer another's bronze sundial still
stood on its low pedestal. Here the
smell of roses lay in a still, dark
pool of heavy, sweetness; in the pur-
ple field of the sky overhead the
stars leaned down, a white flower,
stooping to the fainter nimbus of the
white and yellow roses. Here Milli-
cent Dean had counted out the days
and nights of her last summer. It
was because of Millicent that aid
1 Hannah had kept the retreat un-
changed; it held still the spellbound
air of plaintive sanetuary.
Autumn seated herself on a bench
beside the sundial and gatheredher
robe closely about her. A curious
vacantness seemed to possess her
mind now, a receptivity to some
strange reassurance, to some strong
and calming influence that drifted in
upon her from the sweet. cloistered
gloom of the flowery crypt that had
been her mother's. A quieting aff;r•-
nation was growing upon Autumn.
Millicent"Odell was living again, ris-
Mg above her own tragedy and that
of Jarvis bean and Geoffrey Landor,
;and the poor, unhappy Jane„Autumn
closed her eyes in the buoyancy of
her spirit, where -the knowledge ha:
dawned that her love for Bruce wa.,
an inevitable anti inexorable prede-
termination of life that ,Jarvis Dean's
!opposition couldneither change nor
.destroy . '
She was startled suddenly out of
her absorption by sound behind,
het. Turning quickly, she saw Hec-
tor Cardigan standing within the
' denness of the' crypt.
1 "Hector!" she said softly, "What-
ever brings you out at this time of
night?„
I He chuckled in an embarrassed
way. -
"It isn't the first time I've pr owlet
around here," he said in a low, oddly
I strained voice, "but4'it's the .first time
1 I've been Caught at it." '
She did net have to ask why he
had come. Millicent lived for hint
1 here, as she was living for Autumn
herself.
"I couldn't sleep," she told him,
"—after that scene with father.'.'
Hector came and 'seated himself on
the bench beside her. "It was cath
er bad, wasn't it?" he said heavily:
.'But I think I warned' Yost that your
father would be difficult, though I
had not forseen — quite this, I con-
fess;'
"What ant I to do?" she asked him
"You will know that yourself —
better than I can• tell you," he ro
plied. -
. Autumn plucked a blossom from a
low -hanging, branch and held it to
her lips.. "I love father," she said
simply,. "and I love everything I have
come home to, I don't want to Ieave
it,"
Hector was' silent for a mmomentThen, as though he were talking to
some third person who was present
beside them, he said, "Autumn is an
love with Geoffrey's son,"
She straightened herself involen-
teriy against the weird sensation
that had come over . her. :H
- "Is. it so evident' us that, Heater ?i.
she said.
"The past is repeating itself," 'he
;,,aid. "Mq'eyes are not tooold to see
that
". ,.
"It is the past that has come be-
tween us, Hector—between Bruce an''
me," she said.
Hector leaned forward and patted
die back of one hand against the,
palm of the other, "I shall have
something to say about that, my dear,
•when the time comes that I must."
Autumn stared at the ghostly blur
of a 'heavily -flowered white rose
bush. "If you had told me all you
knew—when 1 first came home," she
paid, "we might have been spared
much, of what happened to -night."
I-Jector drew a deep and unhappy"
breath. "You forget, my child, that
there. is such a thing as loyalty still
left in the lives of some of us," he
said. "I.f I did not tell you every-
thing I knew, it was because I could
not tell it."'
'It doesn't matter, after all," she
said. "It is too late now."
"On the contrary," he replied, "it
is still too soon."
Autumn shifted impatiently. "How
tong must you hold your silence;
then?" she asked him. '
"Until' I can hold it no longer," he
replied. -
A slight wind stirred in the tree a-
bove them; and a shower of white
petals ;f ell on the grass.at their feet.
CHAPTER XVI
On the following morning, when.
Linda telephoned to the Landor place
with the intention' of paying Bruce a
visit during the ,day, the foreman,
Andrew Gilly, informed her that
Bruce had gone to Vancouver on busi-
ness and would not be back until the
end of the geek.
"So that will be that!" Linda ob-
served, stretching herself on the
couch in the sunlit drawing r'ooni
and opening a volume of French
verse which she had brought down
from Autumn's room,
T li e announcement that Bruce
had gone to Vancouver filled Autumn
with an unaccountable Joneiness and
impatience that annoyed her as she
thought at it. Site knew now that
throughout the weeks of . their es-
trangement, the mere . fact that he
was always there, just a few . miles
from her, had been a comfort to her,
and that in the depth of her con-
sciousness she had never really re-
linquished the hope that somehow,
somewhere, they would come togeth-
er again.
Autumn sat at the piano and play.
ed softly while Linda real'. Jtrvms
had left the house immediately after
hreakfast,"cleep in the solitude of one
of his unapproachable moods. Hec-
tor had returned to town, and the
girls had been alone ever since,
Suddenly Linda tossed her book
across the floor. "What a fine oh:
inflict I'm getting to bel" she exclaim-
ed,
"What's the natter now, Lin?" Au-
tumn asited, turning from the piano:
"It's a bail sign when a girl begin
to live vicariously in erotic poetry,"
she said.
"At least it saves one a b* oI
trouble," Autemn remarked.
"Anel leaves you where you start-
ed. There's a little satisfaction • in
trouble, at any rate. It has the spice
of variety in it, if nothing else. I'm
dying of nothing to do, Autumn. You
can at least work up a good fight in
your own family now and then."
.Autumn stared moodily at the
floor, "I'm not particularly prouo
of that," she said: "It was rather a
mess—time whole affair --innocent as
it was."
In her preoccupation with the new
evidence she had had of her father's
strange fixation, she was scarcely a-
ware of what she said. But Linda
must be given on inkling of the sha-
dow that lay over her mind.
"I'd love a mess," Linda comment-
ed dreamily, "so long as I could have
Bruce Landor to champion me. You'-
re an unappreciative ',wench, Au-
tumn."
Autumn got abruptly to her feet
and went over to the window anti
stood looking out into the garden,
where she had experienced so strange
an exaltation the night before. Now,
In the spread of the midsummer
morning, she, knew that that almost
supernatural assurance of the night
in the garden had been a delusion.
There was nothing for her to de but
carry on, for her father's sake as
well as for Bruce Lander's.
"How can you be anything but.
head over heels in love with him, Au-
tumn?" Linda asked.
"I? With whom?"
Linda clicked her tongue in exas-
peration against the roof of her
mouth. "With whom? You know
very well 'whore."
Autumn did not turn from the
window. "You're getting, positively
tedious, ,Lin," she said mochanically.
Linda rolled over on Iter stomach
and looked narrowly at Autumn's
straight back. "Do you know what?'
she said at last. "I honestly believe
you've been in love with him from
the very 'first." .
"You must have your own reasons
for thinking so, Lin," Autumn evad-
ed.
"I have, my dear. In the first
Piece, yaur cutting up doesn't ring
true ir
. to to n e. I cut becaus , I like
up
it. But you—you dant like it."
Autumn turned and' walked to a
table, picked up a • magazine, ani;
seated herself. ,She thumbed the
pages slowly. "I don't ,know what
you're talking about," she said in-
differently.
Linda refected for a moment.
"Well --you have no .heart in it.
You're absept-minded — and' you're.
downright •inattentive .et bridge'.''' She
paused and ,rooked et Autumn. "My
dear," she said at last, "you're' 'irt
love -or I'M a 'mental defective." '
Autumn reached across the table
and helped herself to a cigarette.
"You're a dear imbecile, 'then, Lin,"
She smiled carelessly.
"I'm a fool in more ways than
one," the girl replied. "But even a
fool may have eyes. Why 'don't yeti
cut .Florian and .his gang? You're
not in love with the boy and you nev-
er will be—and you're bored to death
with his friends."
"Not all of them, Lin."
"I'm the single eseeption, my dear
—and I'nm catty as the devil. 'I could
have cut your pretty throat that
night when Bruce hauled you oat iii
that mess in the biliiar'd rom and
carried you into the, garden. I ancy
any man doing that for me! And 1
could have Cheerfully put poison in
your coffee yesterday moping when
Flerian tole] ns that Brace had taken
it Upon himself to defend yeur honor
against Curly Belfort. • In this day
and age, my dear! Any man I have
ever known would die laughing be-
fore he could bring.hilnself to doas
much :For me, But you—you take it
out in nursing aegrudge."
"Lin, you're positively idiotic!" Au-
tumn protested. '
"I know it=l know it! But there's
one particular kind of idiot that T am
not -and never intend .to . be. I am
not the kind that goes on forever
when I know there's no hope for me,"
Autumn laughed dryly and got to
her feet. "Let's take our ride before
it gets too warm," she suggested.
Linda stretched in sinuous luxury
and rose from the couch. "Which—
being interpreted -means, for heav-
en's sake, lay off!" sbe,said, anci went
with Autumn to prepare for the ride.
On the following morning, Bruce
Landor's foreman drove his car in at
the gates of the Castle. Linda Parr
had departed for Home only an hour
before, and Autun n was cutting roses
in the secluded recess of the garden.
[t was no usual thing for Bruce, Lan-
dor's foreman to visit the Dean ranch,
and a swift shock of apprehensive -
nese for Brice passed through her.
She gathered her bowers together
at once and went to the house. ;
In'the yard before the door, Bruce's
foreman was talking with Tom Will.
mar. Autumn hesitated for a mo-
ment, but et an odd glance from Tom
she stepped down and approached the
men.
Andrew Gilly turned ,his cap awls
warcily about in his hands as she
cane. up to him, His expression was
Otte of utter distraction.
"Good morning, Miss Dean," he
greeted her. In a fleeting, moment
of intuition, Autumn felt that there
was something vaguely resentful in
his attitude toward her.
"Good morning. Mr. Gilly," she ve-
turnccl with a smile. "rias Bruce
come back from Vancouver yet?"
The question bad slipped from hes
tongue before she had time to think
of what she was saying.
"No," Gilly replied, "he hasn't.
And I'm in no hurry to see him, ei-
ther. I'll have very bad news for him
when he collies."
"Bad news? What has happened?'
Autumn asked.
Tom Willmar 1
c. c1 his throat.
"Gi11y found over thirty of his sheen
dead in the pasture this morning," he
told her. -
Autumn Clutched her flowers eight
ly in hands that had gone suddenly
cold. "Note,—his prize sheep - the
Merinos he was experimenting: with?"
she asked breathlessly.
"The same," said Tom Willmar,,
"Poisoned, they were... Poisoned with'
strychnine in the salt trough."
"It'll come!` near to breaking the
boy's heart," Gilly observed in a
voice that was shaken with agitation.
"Oh!" " Autumn felt an abrupt
stricture in her throat and made fur-
ther speech impossible;
"I come ever to see if you folks had
hacl any trouble," Andrew Gilly went
on, "but Tom tells me there's been
none of it have."
"No," said Tont quietly. "There's
been a bit of vetch about that's—"
"Nature had no hand in this," An-
drew interrupted.' "It was a sneak
that slid it—and he must 'a' crawled
on his stomach during the night to
get to the trough or the dogs would
have been at him."
"Have you any idea who did it?"
Autumn asked faintly. It seemed. to
her that her heart had sunk entirely
out of her body.
The man had the sensibility to a-
void her eyes. He looked away, but
the expression that came . to his
weathered face was one of bitter fury,.
• "I have my own opinion," he said
significantly, "and I think I'm not
far wrong. I think the boy will agree
with me, too. Though a lot of good
that will do either of us. There's no
proof—hot a whit!"
Autumn knew what he was think-
ing. "You suspect Belfort, don't you,
Mr, Gilly?" She asked bluntly.
He gave.her a direct look from
eyes that wore angrily misty. "You
eau snake a shrewd guess," he said.
"There's no doubt in my mind --and
that's something more than a suspic-
ion."
Tom shook his head. "It'll be a
tough 'job to get anything on Curly
Belfort's gang," he'remarked. "Gosh,
what a shame!"
Autumn stood for a moment help:
lessly trying to beat back. the tears
that sprang to her eyes.. Then, her
emotions collapsing" within her, she
turned and fled into the house. '
As she did so, Jarvis Dean came
slowly up the path from the corrals,
Saint Pat at his heels.
(To be continued)
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gi•owing,ability warrant them to attempt larger things, they should
proceed cautiously.
It will pay some 'retailers to use classified advertisements' and
small spaces of 2 and 3 inches. These little advertisements will
surely get seen and read by newspaper readers. Make small ad-
vertisements offer special merchandise. Change them frequently.
A quick succession of little advertisements, everyone of which is
alive, will of a certainty effect sales —will attmaet new customers.
The thing to be frightened of isclumnbhess: a retail store which
' does not tally to the pubic by means of newspaper advertisements
misses a lot of business. The public goes where it is invited to go.
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