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PROLOGUE TO ,LOVE'
By Martha Ostenso
P
his death-" Hector asked abruptly
"I have understood that he ,Wok h s:
own life -because of his love for—
ter another: woman," Brine. returned:
"You lcnow that?''
•"I have put two and two together,
Hector," Bruce replied bluntly. "I
know they were in love -the rest I
have guessed."
"You have talked with Autunnr a-
bout it?"
"A little—a very little—one night
just after she came back," Bruce,
admitted.
"You came to that conclusion to=
gether, then?" Hector. asked. "I hope
you don't mind my questioning you
in this way. It's scarcely good man-
ners in a host" •
"It can't make the slightest dif-
ference, Hector," Bruce replied. "I
see no reason why you and I should
stand or ceremony."
"Certainly not! 'Certainly not! B67-
anise
e-cuse of that, 1 mean to tell you the
truth about that episode, if, you can
bear the telling of it."
Bruce bit meditatively at his under
lip while his eyes studied' Hector's
face.. ,
"I'm of age, Rector;' he said. "I
guess I can stand hearing it=if you
can tell , it."
Tire. old ratan drained his glass- and
set it on the table. "Then listen
until I'm quite through with it," he
said.
SYNOPSIS
• Autumn ::Dean's destiny was sealed
in a. moment of moon -lit magic.
Lpokii g into Bruce Landor's level
eyes; she knew that she loved, him.
But love between these two was, it
seemed, a ,forbidden thing —a heri
tage 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 and a conquering love.
After she and Bruce Lander had de-
clared their love lo each other she
learns that her 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, whcwas.'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. She allows herself to be
led by a wild `crowd Into wild par-
ties and dirang esrapades for which
she has no relish, Bruce Lander de-
fends her honour when her name
comes up in a drinking house • and
incurs the enmity of a rancher.
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and stretched. her hand to
mo's velvety nose. •
• Laura,' the ten -year-old pressed
her blonde head'elose against AtI-
tumn's, cheek and wound her arm
tightly about her neck.. •
• "I don't want you to go,'way Au-
tumn," she said, her voice full of
pleading.. "Mamma says we'll have
to go away, ;too; if yon go.. We don't
want to go."
Autumn's • eyes darkened with the
anxiety she had been feeling for the
past week. "Nonsense, clear!" she
protested. "You will stay here no
matter: where I go.".
Dickie and Simmy broke into a duet
of lament. "We can't have Mo -mo
any more.:- The 'man says he's rein'.
to take Mo -mo." '
"Oh, you clear sillies!'/ Autumn
scolded them. 'r No man is going to
take Mo=mo. Come' along, let's go to
and see mother."
With a warn: little boy hand m
each of hers, ancl with Laura walking
sedately ahead of her and Mo -mo fol-
lowing closely behind, Autumn pro-
ceeded to the Willmar cottage.
It was baking day for Mrs. Will-
mar. As Autumn entered the kit -
then .with the children, the woman
turned from the table where she had
been rolling out cookie pastry. The
troubled look in- her eyes Changed
swiftly to a resolute smile as she
dusted the flour from her hands. •
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
When they rose from the table,
Hector spread a cloth tidily over the
dishes and led Bruce into the drawing
room, closing the dining room door
behind hint.
"The skeletons will be at the feast,"
Bruce thought, smiling to himself.
The evening having turned cool,
Hector had kindled a small blaze of
pine logs in the Dutch tiled fireplace,
and now they seated themselves be-
fore it with their brandy 'arid cigar-
ettes.
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_-Going East, depart 3.00 p.m.
"Doing West, depart 11.50 a.m.
"'Going West, depart 10.08 p.m.
London, Huron & Bruce
Going North, ar. 11.34. ive. 11.54 a.m.
Going South - 3,08 p.m.
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"I suppose you would be uneom
fortable in the presence of Modern recesses of the room, struck eleven.
furniture;" Bruce remarked, glans- and thetwo nten had sat for minutes
ing idly about the room. You have without speaking a word.
lived so long with, the ghosts of the Hector got up from his chair, look -
past." eel briefly at the youthful figure
A strange glow warmed Hector's
across from him, elbows prop -
eyes. '""In more ways than one, illy ped on ]traces, ]lead resting on hands;
boy," be observed' pointedly. "But I' and poured out two more drinks of
have never permitted my. ghosts to brandy.
haunt me. That Elizabethan wine- "A night-cap, my boy," Hector said
cup, now—" he pointed to an Blab sturdily, as he offered the glass to
(irately wrought chalice that stood on. Bruce.
the top of a chinacloset—"who knows. Bruce came suddenly out of his
but what the death of sone gallant reverie, and took the glass from
courtier may have been drunk from' hector, then sat for a moment star-
its briar? But does it make 'the cup Mg into the sparkling liquor:
less beautiful, less precious to our "How much of this does Autumn
time?" • know?" he asked.
"Rather not," Bruce replied. "On "Everything I have told you," Hec-
the eoitr'ary—
rub Mos
Bruce felt ridiculously like a child
who was about to be told the facts
of life for the first time. But in
spite of inc.mildly derisive mood, the
piquant articulateness of Rector's
ancient furniture and clocks and sil-
ver and porcelain gave him a strange-
lywarnt feeling of receptivity. How-
ever shocking Hector's disclosures
were to be, it seemed true to hint
now at least—whether or not the
Mellow personality of the room had
hypnotized hint — that the past was
the past, yesterday flowing back into
the Resinasance, into' 'the Middle
Ages, into the lush glow of prehistor-
ic times, sealed and separate fr'oni
to -day.
Three clocks, in various shadowed
tor replied.
"I see," Bruce said quietly. "Did
"The past," Hector said, warming you tell her?"
to his subject, "is a dingy avenue down «Jarvis. Dean told her—ole. night—
which we may walk and find the soon after she came back."
diverging .paths of terror and beau- «'you don't happen to remember.:
ty and passion. If we stand at the about what night that was?"
entrance to that avenue and peer ,Hector thought for a moment. "Not
within, remote times telescope into very clearly. She called here the
our own ilnlnediatepast, so that with Next mornings -I think—on her way
clear eyes we may note that the ev- to visit the Parrs."
ents of antiquity and of a few de- "That was on her first visit, wasn't
cedes ago have the same values. Or is e e,
tie you follow me, sir?" •"I believe it was,' Hector told hum.
, Bruce regarded his host with "It must have been," Bruce said.
mounting curiosity. "God—it just about killed the girl, I
"I believe I do," Bruce said, swept guess." •
involuntarily into Hector's stately Hector looked at him for a moment.
mood. "Why do you think she has been play -
Hector waved a fine brown hand !ng the fool ever since?"
toward the Spierinx tapestry on the Bruce tossed off the brandyand
wall to ,their Left, "The accomplished
set .his class.allele, - "It's a ;crazy
fact 'of the past," he continued, "may world," he said. "One night—only a
be compared to a tapestry like Ithtit week ago -I learned how it feels to
-upon which we can look 'with:dis- want to kill a man."
interested sympathy and compassion Old Hector,, `standing above him,
and admiration at the quaint desires raised his eyebrows. A light seemed
and ambitions and tragedies and loves to dawn in his eyes and he smiled
of our forefathers. To the rational whimsically down upon the roughly
mind even a generation ago is 'such a tousled head of his guest.
tapestry, my boy." "That was good for your soul, my
Hector was leading studiously to boy," he 'observed. "You learned
something. His oratory was not something that .ought to mean meet
without a definite object, of that to you' in the future.
Bruce teas sure. He settled himself Later, when Bruce got into his car,
in his chair and resolved to wait pa- Hector stood within the little,' eow!-
tiently for the disclosure of his pur-. like porch of his abode and noted that
pose. the Milky Way was a pearly bridge
"Do you remember that line front. built from mountain top to dark
The Tempest? 'What's past is pro- !mountain top. Bruce called a good
logue.' You will . exucse me," he ap- night and Hector waved a response.
elegized suddenly,"—I am an old man And as the car sped away he looked
—and given to romantic indulgences." I up at the sky again and thought how
Bruce smiled:. "Go ahead, Hector! I much younger the stars had been
humble people whose loyalty to Jar-
vis Dean was no part of the bargain
that Snyder was making. In that
brief moment Autumn looked inward
upon 'herself and saw .that in her
pampered life she had taken these
aonest folic for granted just as care-
lessly as she had taken for granted the
substantial revenue ;iron her father's
estate. Here was a heritage from
the past which she hacl not recognized.
"I know, Mrs. Willmar," Autumn
said at last. "Mr. Snyder is being very
difficult about it—though, of course,
he is not altogether free to clo as he
chooses. He must meet the wishes of
his clients. But they will' never find
any one better than Tom to manage
this place. I have told them so."
"There's precious little: comes of
telling people what they don't want
to hear, Miss Autumn," Mrs. -Willmar
replied,
"I know," Autumn said. "But I
don't want you to worry, If the worse
comes to worse, I shall see to it that
you and Torn have a good position be-
fore'I leave."
Mrs. Willmar had placed the cook-
ies in a pan and turned now to put
them inthe oven. When She straight-
ened again, she looked at Autumn
with a small sad smile.
"Good Morning, Miss Autumn," she
said, brushing a loose strand of pale
hair 'back from her warm brow. "illy
goodness, ;you young ones shouldn't
hang on Miss Autumn's dress that
way! Don't let them do it. Come a-
way, Dickie—your hands are a sight!"
Autumn 'laughed and rumpled Dic-
kiels hair. "Hands and dresses can
be washed, can't they, Dickie?" she
said.
Mo-mo's hoofs clattered across the
kitchen floor to a basket of vegetables
that stood in one corner.
"Sinuny—look after Mo -mo." Mrs.
Willmar sighed wearily, and wiped
her face with her apron. "If you
children can't mind that lamb he'll
have to be kept ousicle.' He's getting
too big to be in the house, anyhow."
When the children had lugged the
sheep out of the house and had gone
romping into the yard, Autumn seat-
ed herself beside the kitchen table
end Mrs. Willmar went on cutting out
the cookies withthe cover of a baking -
powder tin.
"Tom says you'll be leaving lis
soon again, Miss Autumn," she said
quietly.
"Not for another two weeks or so,"
Autumn told her. "There is a lot to
clo with straightening everything up
in a place like this."
"Ah, dear! I don't know what we're
going to dol"
WINGHAM: On April 4th, in
Wingham, by the Rev. J. F. Anderson,
Elmo Loretta, eldest daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Stewart Finlay, of Gerrie,
to Ernest V.,. youngest son of Mr. R.
Harris, f Howick,
r o
Willmar,',' ;She opened the door• and
then looked back at the' foremen's
wife. "Those cookies smell awfully,
g'obd. Do you suppose,cyou could have
one of the children sneak seine of
thein past Hannah for me?"
Mrs. Willmar broiled. "We :night
try," .she said. '
A little later, when Autumn slip,
ped in. through a side door' of the
castle, slie ;surprised I•Iannah in the
small sitting room in the act of wip-
ing her eyes with the corner of a
dust cloth. Hannah straightened sev-
erely and contrivled a cheery smile
which in no wise deceived Autumn.
"Hannah!" she reproved. "What's
the use of, carrying- on like this?"
Hannah flicked the cloth indignant-
ly over the rungs of a chair. "Who
is carrying on? 'Not' me!' she denied
vigorously.
Autumn gave her "a narrow look,
then went into the drawing room
where she seated herself at the piano,
thinking to break the heavy enchant-
ment of the house with the sound of
"That's awfully hind of you, Miss.
Autumn," she said, "But you should-
n't trouble yourself about us, really.
We shall get along -somehow. And it
isn't so much a question ` of where
we'll go as it is—just our leaving here.
The Laird was always to kind to us,
I guess. He—he spoiled us. No other
place will ever seem like home to 010.
You see, I got my health back here --
and my two youngest were born in
this cottage. It makes a kind of dif-
ference—to know that we're leaving
home."
Leaving home! The words cut across
Autumn's heart with a cruel import.
The women could never guess what
they meant to her, of course.
"Oh, Mrs. Willmar!" she cried.- "Ii
you only knew how—how terribly S
understand!"
Autumn glanced quickly at her and
saddened. Tom Willmar's wife was
a wistful -eyed little women who had
won her way back to health when she
had cone to live Here ten years ago.
The Dean ranch had menet life it-
self to her. And now -the fear of
being ousted froth her 'contentment
and her modest security haunted her
eyes. .
"I've been wanting to talk to you
about that, Mrs. Willmar," Autumn
said • gently.
The woven turned {her face to-
ward her in an utter hapelessness
that wrung Autumn's heart.
"Talking about it won't change any-
thing, I'm afraid, Mise Autumn," sire
replied resignedly. "Snyder was talk-
ing to Tom last night in town: He's
a hard man, that Snyder."
"What was he saying, Mrs. Will-
mar?" Autumn- asked.
"Tom told him he'd like to stay on
hese—it's been home to us for over
ten years now: But Snyder says his
clients, as he calls then, have plans
of their own and there won't be any
more place for us here:"
"G'ODERIOH: A quiet wedding was
,solemnized at Knox Church manse,
iGoderich, on Wednesday' afternoon
when Abigail Cousins Dr'initwater,
daughter of Mr. and Mes. Elijah
Drinkwates,. was, married to Fred D.
'Watson, son of the late Mr. and Mrs.
-William Watson, all of Goderich. The
:bride' was gowned in a becoming blue.
ensemble with matching hat and ac-
ecessories. Mr. and Mrs. Watson left
Immediately for a short wedding trip.
"'They will reside on Elgin avenue,
i'Godericli.
when be was young,
She was at the point of saying
more, but suddenly, utterly bewilder-
ed by the complexities of her own
feelings, she got up and went to the
little woriien and threw an arm im-
pulsively about her shoulders.
"I've talked too much," Mrs. Will-
mar said,' the tears starting to her
eyes.
"I'in glad you have," Autuinn said
quickly. "But I don't want you to worry
about it any more. I know it will work
out, somehow, for the best,"
There was little comfort in that,
Autumn thought but words were so
futile,after all.
Mrs. Willmar hastily dabbed at her
eyes. "I'm behaving badly, I'm afraid,
Miss Autumn," she said brokenly.
"I've no right to carry on this way.
It's not proper, at all."
"Proper, fiddlesticks!" Autumn re-
plied. She turned suddenly and look-
ed out of the doer where the children
and Mo -mo were at some game in the
yard. "I'll have to run along now, Mrs.
the .melodies she loved best. But af-
ter a random bar or two her hands
fell dismally sway from the' keys and
she stared from the windows into the
garden, her • spirits Sinking under' the
burden that had lain upon her for al-
most a
l-most'a week. -
Uppermost in her mind, wasone
thought that bore constantly. upon
her mind. Hector Cardigan had told
hr, about b out the' evening Bruce had
b b
spent with hirn, when he hacl untold -
ed, the ra'st> withholding nettling of
peat,
the story. of Geoffrey Lander and
Millicent Dean., Autumn had lived
through four clays , of unspeakable
suspense, hoping ; Inc some gesture
from Bruce, some sign of his relent-
ing toward her. At last, in utter despair
of ever hearing .from hien she had
turned her .:rind toward preparations
for her departure. Her resolution to .
leave . all behind her. and .begin life
anew might • be both cowardly and
selfish, but to her defeated spirit
there seemed no other way.
(Continued Next Week)
Autumn clasped her hands in her
lap. For days, ever since the evening
of her last conference with Snyder
and the, menwhp •were considering the
purchase of tite ranch with all its
stock and equipment; her mind had
dwelt almost constantly upon Will-
inars, and Hannah, and poor old Ab-
salom Peek, and the others who had
given' their years, of faithful service
to Jarvis Dean. At the outset of her
negotiations with Snyder, Autumn
had supposed that her, father's old
dependents would remain where they
were and go about their work as they
had always. done. Hannah, of course,
would have to be looked after, brat
Autuinn had already resolved to take
her along with her and make her re-
maining years as comfortable as she
could in the service of Aunt Flo.
Snyder had been as diplomatic as pos-
sible. He was anxious to complete the
sale without delay and in a manner
that would be quite satisfactory to
both ,parties to the transfer. When
Autumn had expressed her wish that
the staff should remain to carry on
the work, Snyder had been unwilling
to commit himself. His clients, of
course, would have plans of their own.
He would do what he could, certainly,
to bring them to accept her suggest-
ion. In the end, Autumn had refused
to put her name to anything until the
point was satisfactorily settled. The
transaction had been delayed—and
Snyder had been annoyed.
Autumn' looked at the pitifully
brave smile on the face. of Mrs. Will-
mar. This little women was only one
of that small community of souls who,
with the toil of their hands and the
unquestioning courage of their spirits,
had brought richness and well-being
to this valley. And nowthat cominun-
ity was to'be disrupted, flagrantly,
ruthlessly, with no thought of the in-
justice that was being done to these
I've had some such ideas in my own 1
mint,, though I've never been able to !
put them into words." •I! CHAPTER XXV
Hector favored him with a shrewd i Autumn walked across the grounds
glance. "Of course you have, my to the Willmar cottage,, her. wide -
boy. Of course you have!. You have' brimmed legit= hat in her hand, the
thought of the past that. lies behind light, 'warm wind' blowing .the skirt' of
you, no doubt - your own father's - her white organdie dress into a billow
about her. As she approached the
cottaga, three children rose from the
tall fielcl et white daisies that, grew
in the hollow between the Castle and
death, for example."
Bruce tossed his cigarette into the
fire. "It was that I had in mind,
Hector," he admitted.
There was a brief silence in which the foreman's lodge. -The Willmar
Hector leaned `forward and turned brood—Dickie, Siminy ,and Laura
his brandy glass thoughtfully about started toward' her with excited cries,
in his fingers.
'.",Would you mire.' it very much if I
asked you something about that?"
he said finally.
"There is nothing much that I can
tell you, Hector•," Bruce replied. "You
it
probably ,know more abort than I
do,?
"Have you any very clear opinion
concerning how yons father came to
their hands full of the white daisies
they hacl been gathering. Trotting
behind them came the ubiquitous Mo -
mo, still possessed of his wooly tail,
and bearing himself with considerably
more dignity than when he had gene
wandering with Shinny in the. early
Spring.
Autunnr stooped and gathered. the
children into her ,arms, then tuened
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