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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1920-05-21, Page 721., 1920e NOMMOSellallial0100011MINNIMMINMISOMMI, * Half Those !tars Ago rade materials, with rts accurately made. y are dematidii_g_ `y• 4 tht are not only • comfortable to with a quality of gals that assures safe - riding. ty are demanding bi- 5 that will retain the t lustre of the show - product. ether words, Canadian are insisting on M. Bicycles — the ard of Canada—used ought for by Bicycle s in all overseas Brie )ossessions. C. M. Bicycles art at prices consistent C. C. M. quality. ray less is to risk pointraent. ydes, ,SSEY-PERFECT nada-100% Value Rotor Co., Limited ONTARIO Winnipeg Vancouver - • `—'•-• • - • it' _ 1•••••'`'e,"—^-ar. * • ••• • • MAY 21 1920, lieRidr of the King Log HOLMAN DAY HARPER & BROTHERS (Continued from last week.) "I ought to have written longer letters—better letters, daddy! I am ashamed!" "They could have been no better, though I'd not have minded if they'd been longer," he said, stout in his de- fense of all she did. "Bit, sure, we'll not need the letters now when we go roaming together. And ye need not look at me so wisful, Doctor March. Ye are not to come along. I don't need medicine and I shall not wear a plug -hat." He slapped his breast. "The tank of that Temiscouata popple —I don't' feel it any more. It's as I said. The sight of my Clare has made me well." The president of the Great Temis- couata was at that moment in con- ference with Second Vice,President DonaIdion in the trustees' office at _Manor Verona. There was dust on Donaldson's shoulders and concern was on his face. He had just been whirled up from the railroad station in a taxicab. He was reporting on a matter where he had been appointed special and secret commissioner. "That's all I was able to sirape up, about her after I got your telegram, Colonel. And it isn't much, I'm Sorry to say! But I thought I'd bettercon- fer with you before stirring up too much hullabaloo in the way -of pur- suit." • "You are quite right, bonaldson. I have tried to go on quite as usual, but it's hard work. What has hurt nie worst is that my son hasn't noti- fied me himself—some word by tele- gram or 'letter. It must be bad busi- ness! It must be shamefultbusiness or he would explain to me." "I wish I had more to tell you that is definite and enceuraging, sir. But the woman seems to have done abso- lutely no talking about -herself, I can only repeat that she has a pretty face and plenty of money to spend." "We will wait u few days. _There seems to be nothing else to do unless we start police work—and your re- anark about a hullabaloo impressed me. My God! Donildson, this has been an awful blow! Confound it, Kenn'eth was different! He, wasn't like the run of these young Apgaga- with money." ."Perhaps he is all right now, Colonel." 4-v--hlt—doesea look like- it. If he'd been like the others I 'would. have been better prepared. I wish to "Insult you, eh?" Threat was in Heavens I could get the thing out of his tones. my mind till I hear from him!" "No, no, not that! ' I don't know Often a wish may serve as auto- just how to tell you. I have no bus- suggestiOri. In his effort to get some- iness to say anything, now that it's thing out of his mirid it was neces- all over. But I have been so lonely . "I'll go with you. Pella° to miss an opportunity of meeting the right one," stated the colonel; the 'gTine set of his face drawing its lines More deeply. It is -an interesting commentary on what clothes will. do, for a man to state that President Marthorn and Vite-president Donaldson, Of the Great Temiseouata, walked twice past their arch -enemy in their rounds of the crowded campus. without Donaldson's sense of recognition being pricked. -At the second meeting he looked John Kavanagh squarely in the lice. It may well be that the chastened look and the shortened beard effectually masked the Kavanagh countenance that had,confronted Donaldson on the Sobois Grand head -works. But,Kavariagh's keen gaze had not- ed. His memory mighlt have been helped a bit by the fact that the presi- denthisu ofdunderling. thesyndicate•aecompanied Id X. K. had studied 'with interest the personality of Stephen Marthorn, a few hours be- fore in the college chapel. Kavanagh did not give the yice-president more than a casual glance. "That's the skip -bug who 'stood on the. edge of the head -works and daneed to the tune of the bullies of Kavanagh's crew," the old man informed Doctor March. "I wonder if he feels too good to speak -to me except when he wants to talk his own business!" "I'll run and bring him back so that you can show him his manners and tell him What," volunteered the doctor. "I was saying to -day for all to know—" • "Hold your own tongue, man! I'm donwith all that, I tell ye!- This day I wouldn't talk rough to a aplat- tering cookee, not, if he spilled my pannikin o' tea down the back of my neck." "Did Mr. Marthorn ,send that' man to make trouble for you, daddy?" asked the girl. - "Shush, darlin'! Who could make trouble for me with the head of my drive ahead of all at the sluiceway?" He snapped his finger into his palm,. "That for Marthorn!" .Her eyes sparkled. "I'm glad to hear you say it, dady! I hate the name of Marthorn!" His amazed eyes searched her face and she bit her lip. "I'm sorry I let it out! But no mat- ter, now that it's said." "But what has he done to you, col- leen?" "He? Nothing," "Then what—" - "It's nothing!" But now her lips trembled and tears were in her eyes. "By the god's, who has been doing anythingirl?,to hurt the heart of niy g "It's wrong to tell you! I meant to keep it all to myself. Perhaps I have been a fool .and am most at fault. But slie has been the grand one in, the class. She has distribut the honors and the favors. She has been the one to have all te say. And she has thought I wasn't good enough for her and the rest." "Who is that she?" he demanded, his face hard. "His daughter," she sobbed. She pointed at the rtreating colonel. , "Marthorifs girl ?" • ,rey-es.e sary to crowd it with another 'topic, and Colonel Marthorn, groping, came upon it; it was one ugly subject dis- piecing another! , "By the way, Donaldson, that young ape of a Bob Appleton—you don't know him, and that's to your ad- vantage—carne to me to -day and said that a Kavanagh from up -country is here on the campus. It seems his daughter is graduating. I gave a —so lonely!" Inexpressible pathos was in the wail. It was confession which four years of torture wrenched from her in spite of herself. She re- plied to the .aufferingi wonderment his countenance expressed. "They put Me away from them, daddy! She had the say. All the cozy meetings —I was never in them! Oli, I can't just make you understand how girls feel in such things! You can't go and diploma to a girl named Clare Kava- ask to be taken in, It just had to might" come to you right. And it never came ITT never heard of her," stated right! I have been alone till I al- Dgnaldson. I most forgot how to talk. Like that, "It doesn't seem reasonable that : year afar year! And when you came this is the same Kavanagh who has it was as if one had come to let. me "played us such a dirty trick." - out of -my prison." She was in the "I am positive it cannot be the hook of his arm, her face against his iiariraeciared the vice-president, who breast. He shifted glance from her had contemptnOnelY dulled his ears to the little priest and to the doetpr. 1 .2 the slogan the x: K. drive, "In bewilderment and anger mingled in -the first place, John Kavanagh is too his demeanor, old to have a„ ,y9ttlig daughter,- and, . "So it hasti't ben fairyland, after if he has a datiqhter, ehe's washing all!" he Mattered. "A man can be- a dishes for hitii instead of being in devil with his fists and his teeth! But a college like, this. The man is an damn a woman who chews into a old ignoramus." quivering soul with her eyes and her, "The only reason I paid any atten- tongue!" There was no humor in young Appleton was because that Irish bull; he uttered it with tion to he said this Kavanagh was ready to ferocity. I make some fierce talk-, to me if _we "I ought -to have kept it to myself. met. It struck me that the young I didn't mum to fell." out! All along there has been a look in your eye and a droop to your lip, that I didn't understand. I know zeow! Ye've been shamed aiid put upon. And what a man would laugh at for a girl is the bitter drink o' damned -On! I can understand!" Father Laflamme, bareheaded, ran tattle -mouth must have received some "It's best out, darlin'! It's best special inforniation." . "It does sound a - bit- interesting," acknowledged Dozialdson. "It's the kind of gossip one would not naturally hear, on the campus unless it came from some party who knew about the trouble. Perhaps Fd better hunt up this Kavanagh, whoever he may be." THE ST ONGEST RACE M de in Can a! Thousands f working n- are choosing Guarantee King ger Suspenders bemuse o their eeptional comfort and stren th. ' Cana Ian m je from solid, army leath tri mings; heavy elastic web; rel orced back; steel sup- port i • ot off; double stitched at aff po LARGE SIZES FOR TALL MENI Abe made cross back style, AT ALL DIALERS • Made Is °seeds by THE KING SUSPENDER - NSCKWEAR • 'TORONTO. TIM label es sser a new • _ . • PHOSPIIONOL HAS C* QUERED PRACTICALLY EVERY DISEASE. 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""You are ashamed- to talk blisiness. You are ashamed to meet me, face to face and man to man!" blazed the colonel. Under other circumstances, in spite of what Kavanagh had done that spring on the drive, President Marthorn would have been able to tontitis etc. are treated with a re. talk business matters according to his 4 markalky high average • of success. The nerves are made strong and you regain that lost pep. Phosphonol is sold at all good drug stores. Price, $3.00 a box or 2 for $5.00. the brim of his new hat around and 'around in his trembling hands; his mournful face rebuked the shine of ghis shoes when he stared down at ' the. t it will be all right from now, daddy. You are with Trier she mur- mured, getting control of herself after her outburst, "We'll go away and be tdgether. I can thank her for one' thing, at least! She coaxed her father to put Commencement Day two weeks earlier„ And that has brought you to me to -day!" Kavanagh drew a long breath. He stared out into vacancy as if he were gazing on the tumult of the forced driVe. Without doubt he saw the wrecks of the splashdams and. the partial undoing of the Temiscouata pulp -wood drive. "Fat`her Pierre, what- does it say in Holy Writ about the queerwayGod. takes to do wonders'?" "It is a poet who - says it, not the Bible. 'God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to - perform. " "A poet, eh? It's the first time I ever heard the truth out of one of 'em. Ay -oh, old Marthorn, ye've been, well paid for the slights and the slurs and the sorrows your snob lady -girl has put upon my poor colleen! And it's lucy for ye that I didn't know it all! Else the only use you'd have for your paper -mills this season would be for spiders' gymnasiums." He stretched himself . to the full limit of his gaunt height and glared over the heads of -the sauntering throng, seeking the sleek back of the magnate in order to cast . a look of hatred after him. "But it's all over now," said' the girl, made apprehensive by his man- ner; she ,had &en/that look on his I face before and knew it for portent- ous preliminary. "It may have been my, own fault. You and I will forket -it all. We'li have other things to think about." "Four years put upon! My own good girl!" he growled. • "We'll go to my room," she plead- ed. !Tome, Father Laflamme! Come, Doctor March! I'll brew some tea. We'll have a good time," John. Kavanagh saw Colonel Mar - thorn and his companion swing about in. their promenade and start back. "That's -it! Looking for somebody! I've got the eyes for ye, even at this distance!" Somehow he suggested the angry dog, bristling. "Looking for me, eh?" "Father, you wouldn't have words here, ameng all these people!" "I'll not run away—him looking at me.' He straddled his lege. But ColoneP Marthorn was not look - *mg at John Kavanagh: he was look- ing at Kavanagh's daughter just then. 'Donaldson, there's the girl new! The. girl named Kavanagh." Donaldson walked on a bit more briskly, peering. "Well, I'll be—" he tlurted. "Talk about your old wolf and the lamb's pelt! A plug -hat and a tail -coat on Kavanagh! No wonder I &nit know 'him!" .'Do youmean to say that's Kav- anagh himself?" "That's the man, Colonel! I'in..cer- tainly a poor guide, but if you had seen him as I saw him—" • • • Colonel Marthorn had hurried/ on ahead. Bob Appleton, hopefully skirmishing near by, got a eelimpse of, the baited gentleman's face and de- cided that he was right in his' surmise that the colonel, was looking for something 'into which to set his teeth. Donaldson managed, by a sprint, to arrive in time to make hasty intro- duction of his superior. Kavanagh neither bowed -his head nor aclaiow- leaged the introduCtion. by any word. Clare, snuggling close to him, took ie both her hands the clenched list that horg by his side, stroked it open and twined her fingers with hig. "Daddy," she whispered, "dont— den't forget where you are!" The lips of Father Pierre, accredit- ed inentor of manners, unclosed and closed, but he lacked the temerity to interfere. Marthorn was not in the moo 1 to receive meekly such patent affront as the Kavanagh scowl. 'There was a rasp in his voice.: "I have a matter of busines t talk over with you, e;t!" "I am not down kora to talk busi, 'less with anybody," declared Kava - eagle contemptuousle. 'ibis is not theolaes for our talk. This way, please!'" persisted the colonel, waving command. "No, it's not the place! 1 give ye credit for a* speck of good sense!" "I ask you to step over to the office withmeand Mr. Donaldson." "Oh, do ye so?" "Old X. K." now that he had been offered combat by Marthorn's insulting ranner, felt more, like himself. However, karthorn'e insult was outpointed by the mere in- tonation of Kavanagh's query.. "You certainly do, not refuse to. meet us on a matter of business, do' you?" Clare rose on: tiptoe. As parlouaz: as was the, situation out there im. public, she feared more from a priv- ate meetinge, realizing from the de- meanor of theae Mert, that there was regular business code, deliberately and dignifiedly. But the ugly bitterness in him was seeking outlet—had been boiling like checked lava ever since the newspapers had brought to him that sordid story about- his own son; tha. repression deman.decl by the form- al' functions a the day had increased the pressure; the -gage of his wrath marked the bursting -point. The little fingers in Kavanagh's fist squeeted more tightly. Dn onaldson remembering the inter- , view at Sobois Grand, was not i much better humor than his chief, "You understand that I have told ' Colonel Marthorn all about your dirty work on the &Tire, Kavanagh, and ! your cheap insults when I went to you trying to talk business. Now don't show- us any. more of that sort of thing!". - - The old man was silent for a little while, standing stiffly. For the first, time in his life he was striving earn- estly and heroically -to -dam back the torrent of his natural passion. His daughter's hand was helping him, the si gh t of the little priest assisted, even the music, of the band, softly lilting, , (Continued on Page Six) brought its share of softening influ- ence. Folks were listening; they were moving slowly and were making believe that they were indifferent, but he knew that their ears were out. More than ever -he felt himself to be a stranger and out of place. Honestly and wistfully, through all the weeks preceeding, he had planned and pond- ered h6w he must act in. order that his, manners might - not shame her there in the midst of the fine folks. There was an oath of some sort,---a pledge of an offering to Saint An- thony, perhaps! In the riot of his emotions he was not just sure—but 'he had sworn to himself that he would not forget his manners. Colonel Marthorn stepped closer. "It's one thing to brag and bluster up in you God -forsaken woods, Kay- anegh, but now, you're down hena- mong decent me -n and you can see the difference. Afraid to talk business, eh?" "When, you stole our water was it any different tram stealing our mon- ey---Ithousands of our dollars?" de- manded Donaldson, taking the cue from his master. The old man leaned forward and thrust out his chin: One would have expected trucelence. But his voice was mildly inquiring. - "Why don't ye whistle, sir?" he asked Marthotn. "Whistle?" "Why, yes! There may be more of your pups handy by that ye can call up to bark at me!" A grin accompanied the,, remark, but, for the colonel, this rude effort at jest, made the situation only more intolerable. "But just one minute before ye whistle—or do anything rash," ad- vised the old man. "I have told ye that I'm not here to talk business. No more am, I! 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