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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1921-10-14, Page 7a' 4Yreve set one looked Mired y *Pile wadi �q�p� 11 s3la AD,isi of ,lit" dor rmna tad' qa. traardigery mist* be want, os.' SO* else 'held open b on haters gait whin •sU tha odds Mere against Sem truce &steers , Veit ri ahs this way. • when eemew t here," helot 200 shaa:d'hare beRn,g foo kedn't. I knew when Neth same that I was np against a presty bard proposition; but 1 thought ,ysltlrps if I got busy. and showed yol! you've got to show a ssyqnn--, p'w"Slwwed me what?" she asked cony temptuously. - 'Showed you-:-'Wil—me," be tried to explain. . "You{" And that I'wanted to be friends," • c he added candidly. Was the man mad? Did he realise nothing? Was he too thick of skit even to see? "Friends! You and I?" The words ought to halve scorched him, pachy- derm though he was. "I thought you'd give me a chance —a sort of chance—a' She stopped short on the avenue. "You did?" She had 'not been mistaken. The dog -cart had rounded the far-off curve and was coming toward them. • And the enan went on talking. "You've felt every minute that I was in a play that didn't belong to me. You know !that if bhe man that it did belong to was here, you'd be here with him. You felt as if I'd robbed him of it—and I'd robbed you. It was your home—yours. You hat- ed me too much to think of anything else. Suppose --suppose there was a way I could give it hack to you— makeityour home again." His voice dropped and was rather unsteady. The fool, the gross, bru- tal, vulgar, hopeless fool! He thought this was the way to approach her, to lead her to listen to his proposal of marriage! Not for a second did she guess that they were talking at cross purposes. She did not know that as he kept himself steady under her contenvptuousness be was thinking that Ann would u have to ownh tat he had been up against it hard andplen- ty while the thing was going on. "I'm always up against it when I'm talking to you,' he said. "You get Me rattled. There's things I want to talk about and aak you. Suppose you give me a chance, and let us /11 ,f . MASTER Mason is good Tobacco at its beat—always at its best for the big plug . holds the freshness and flavor to the last pipeful. And there's double satisfaction in Master MasonPlug--j flavor that smokers enjoy the most, and the saving in the economical big plug. THE BIG G 20, . 5 start out by being 'sort of friends." "I am staying in your hoose," she answered in a deadly voice, "and I cannot go away because my mother will not let me. You can force your- self upon •me if you choose,b s pot because cannot help it• but, understand once for all the w' � I will not give you your ridiculous chance. And I will not utter one word to you when I can avoid it." He was silent for a .moment and seemed to be thinking rather deeply. She realized now that he saw tike rearing dog -cart. "You won't. Then it's up to me," he said. Then with a change of tone he added, 'Pit stop the cart and tell the man to drive you to the house. I'm not going to force myself on g y� you, as you call it. It'd be no use. Perhaps it'll come all right in the end." He •made a sign to the groom, who hastened his horse's pace and drew up when he reached them. "Take this lady back to the.bosaie,1 he said. The groom, who was a new arriv began to prepare to get down .4 give up his placer "Youneedn't sed "t do that," said t. T eee+� b atom, • "Won't you get up and take" Che reins, sir?" the *ran asked tainly. "No. I can't drive. You'll have to- (Continued o(Continued on page 6) 1 t ti wirontar-wunam Bow. - (Continued, front last week) '"Tkereie somdliting about bhp they Eke, sad he represents what every- body moat wants. 'For God's: rake! Joan,. behave like a fool 'this time.. The base 'is more desperate There is nothing else—nothing." . "There never was," said Joan, "and I'knew the deoperatenees of the case. How long are you going to stay bore?" "I ani going to stay for some time, They are not conventional people. It can be managed very well. We are relative&" "Will you stay," inquired Joan in a low voice, 'until they ask you to remove yourself?" Lady Mallowe smiled an agreeably subtle smile. ' "Not - quite that," she answered. "Miss Alicia would never have, the courage to suggest it. It bakes cour- age and sophistication to do that sort of thing. Mr. Temple Barholm evi- dently wants us to remain. He will be willing to make as much of the relationship as we hoose to let him." "Do you choose to let him make as much of it as will establish us here for weeks—or months?" Joan asked, her law voice shaking a little. "That Will depend entirely upon circumstances. • It will, in fact, de- pend entirely upon you," said Lady Mallowe, her lips setting themselves into a straight, thin line. For an appreciable moment Joan was silent; bult'after it she lost her bead and whirled about. "I shall go away," she cried. "Where?" asked Lady Mallowe. "Back 'to London." "How much money have you?" asked her mother. She knew she had none. She was always sufficiently shrewd to see that she had none. If the girl had had a pound a week of ber own, her mother had always re- alized that she would have been un- manageable. After the Jam T.em'ple Barholm affair she would have been capable of going to live alone in slums. As it was, she knew enough to be aware that she was too hand- some to walk out into Piccadilly without penny in her pocket; so it had been ;last possible to keep her in- doors." "How much money have you?" she repeated quietly. This was the way in which t'•!'ir unbearable scenes be- gan—the s nes which the servants passing the r+oor paused to listen to in the hope :hat her ladyship would forget that r- .ed voices may be heard by the discreet outsider. "How much •money have you?" she said again, Joan looked at her; this time it was for about five seconds.' Sir turned her back on ber and, walked out of the room. Shortly afterward Lady Mallowe saw her walking down the avenue in the rain, which was begin- ning to fall. She had Left the house because she dared not stay in it. Once out in the park she folded her long purple cloak about her and - pulled her soft pur- ple felt hat down over her brows, -.waking swiftly under the big trees without knowing where she intended to go before she returned. She liked the rain, she liked the heavy clouds; she wore her dark purples because she felt a fantastic, secret comfort in calling them her mourning—her mourning which she would wear for- evermore. No one could know so well as her- self how desperate from her own point of view the cage was. She had long known that her mother would not hesitate for a moment before any chance of a second marriage which would totally exclude her daughter from her existence. Why should she, after all, Joan thought? They had always been antagonists. The mom- ent of chane had been looming on the horizon for •months. Sir Moses Monaldini had hovered about fitfully and evidently doubtfully, at first, more certainly and frequently of late, but always with a clearly ob- jecting eye cant askance upon her- self. With determination and desire to establish a social certainty, astute enough not to care specially for young beauty and exact( s he did not purpose to submit to, and keen enough to see the advantage of a handsome woman with bitter reason to value what was offered to her in the form of a luxurious future, Sir Moses was moving toward action, though with proper caution. He would have no penniless daughters hanging about e'cowling and sneering. None of that for him. And .the ripest apple upon the topmost bow in the highest wind would not drop more readily to his feet than her mother would, Joan knew with Sharp and shamed burningts. • As the rain fell, she walked In h�r purple cloak, unpaid for, and her pur- ple hat, for which they had been Everybody knows that in Canada there are more Templeton's Rheumatic Capsules Sold that all other Rheumatic Remedies combined for Rhea - autism, Neuritis, Neuralgia, Sciatica, Lumbago, etc. Many doctors prescribe them, Mout te for freed trial Ito Templeton, theta. Bold by E.tTrabeck• in Wa1tou by rv. v. ie be: 1►f!t Oa die ImMiNii- . kr ail) her Ufti it sada her Flak i . Of the 'D+wpelaiel Visits • tbsy bad beetle halaere .they ware net wanted. r. 'at'rime .alma • , .*014 to tits 0hodk wide* • - N{ bothairpera to let Ogee I 'be indi agents of -smart e*eps beaidse bot* were hendtdWp, err* clothes well and tarried then! where they Weill* be seen and talked, about. ow Ms wouki be all over, . since it had been Lady if ilibwe who bah. managed' *II data*. Thrown upon iter • own re- getates, Jn mould ,hive none tbem,'evea-though eke mnet walk In rags. Her education bad prepared her for only otos,thitsg.-to quarry weld, if *wk were on her aide. Lt had never been on her -side. If she had never met Jan, she would have married somebody,. since that would have been better than the inevitable last slide into an aging life spent in 'cheap lodgings with her mother. But Jem had been the beginning and the end. She bit her lips as she walked, and suddenly tears swept down her cheeks and dripped on to the purple 'cloth foMed over her breast. "And he sits in Jem's place! And every day that common, foolish stare will follow me!" she said. He sat, it was true, in the place Jem Temple Barholm would have oc- cupied if he had been 'a living man, and he looked at her a good deal. Perhaps he sometimes .unconsciously stared because she made him think of many things. But if she had been in a state of mind admitting of judicial fairness, she would have been obliged to own that it was not quite a foolish stare. Absorbed,.abstract- ed, perhaps, but it was not foolish. Sometimes, on the contrary, it was searching and keen. Of course he was doing'his best to please her. Of all the 'Ladies," it seemed evident that he was most at- tracted by her. He tried to taik to her despite her unending rebuffs, he followed her about and endeavored to interest her, he presented s hide- bound unsensitiveness when she did her worst. Perhaps he did not even know that she was 'being icily rude. He was plainly "making up to her" atter the manner of his class. He was perhaps playing the part of the patient adorer who melted by noble long-suffering in novels distinguished byheroes of humble origin. mb a ism. She had reached the village when the rain changed its mind, and with- out warning began to pour dawn as if the black cloud passing overhead had suddenly opened. She was won- dering if she would not turn in some- where for shelter until the wgrst was over when a door opened and Tem- barom ran out with an umbrella. "Come in to the Hibblethwaites cottage, Lady Joan," he said. "This will be over directly." He did not affectionately hustle her in by the arm as he would have hustled in 'Mise. Alicia, but he close- ly guarded her with the umbrella un- til he guided her inside. "Thank you," she said. The first object she became aware of was a thin fare with pointed chin and ferret eyes peering at her round the end of a sofa, then a sharp voice. "Tak' off her cloak an' shake th' rain off it in th' wash 'us," it said. "Mother an' Aunt Susan's out. Let him unbutton it fer thee." "I can unbutton it myself, thank you," said Lady Joan. Tembarom tock it when she had unbuttoned it. He took it from her shoulders be- fore she had time to stop him. Then he walked into the tiny "wash 'us" and shook it thoroughly. He came back and hung it on a chair before the fire. Tummas was leaning back in his pillows and gazing at her. "I know tha name," he said. "He towel me," with a jerk of the head toward Tembarom. "Did he?" replied Lady Joan with- out interest. A 'flaringly illustrated New York paper was spread out upon his sofa. He pushed it aside and pulled the shabby atlas toward him. It fell open at a map of North America as if through long habit. "Sit thee down," he ordered. embarom had stood watching them bot . guess you'd better not do that," he suggested to Tummas. "Why not?" said the boy, sharply. "She's th' wench he was goin' to marry. It's th' same as if he'd mar- ried her. If she wur his widder, she'd want to talk about him. Wid- ders anus wants to talk: Why shouldn't she? Women's women. He'd iia' wanted to talk about her." "Whb is 'he'?" asked Joan with stiff lips. "The Temple Barholm as"'d be here if he was na." Joan turned .to Tembarom. "Do you come here to talk to this boy about him?" she said. "How dare you!" Tummas's eyes snapped; his voice snapped also. "He knew next to newt about him till I towel 'him," he said. "Then he came to ax me things an' foind out more. He knows as much as I do now. Us sits here an' talks him over." Lady Joan still addressed Tembar- om. "What interest can you have ill the man who ought to be in your place'?" she asked. "What possible interest?" "Well,*) he answered awkwardly, "because he ought to be, I suppose, Ain't that reason enough?" He had never had to deal with women who hated him and who were angry and he did not know exactly what to say. He had known very few women, and he had always been good-natured with them •and won their liking in same measure. Also, there was in his attitude toward this particular woman a baffled' feeling that be could not make her under- stand him. She would' always think of him as an enemy and believe be or 0 o lk Head :rat, 1 i4 lo.; 1pleaf osb ONO things lit :Mil. Wei sAa�g, ,TS *lad been tiled edttettted in Lair tidy . �bave 'used ber own • but be could use.. wdy his o , and tberi-wvepe sa many things he thee net say. tdr s tins* at least. "that tioyonbasn ' pr � upon your position—that you and this boy are taking liberties?" - Inmmes broke in wholly./ without compunction, l "I've tak.•n liberties aw my toife," he stated, ' an' I'm goi'r to tak' 'em tl:l I dee. Theylre til' on'y things I e�an-tak' !yin' here crippled, en' Din goin' tohtak' 'em.. "Stop that, Tunrinas!" said Tent - berme wibh friendly authority. 'the doesn't catch on, and you don't catch on, either. You're both of you may off. Stop it!" "I thought happen the could tell As a things I didn't •know," protested Tumtnas, throwing himself back on his pillows. "If she conna, she ton- na, an' if she wunnot, she wunpot. Get out wi' thee!" he said 'to J n. "I dunnot want thee about th' pi�" "Say," said Tembarom, "shut up!" "I am going," said Lady Joan and turned to open the door. The rain was descending in ton - rents, but she passed swiftly out in- to its deluge walking as rapidly as she could. She thought she cared nothing about tee rain, but it dashed in her face and eyes, taking her breath away, and she had need of breath when her heart was beating with such .fierceness. "If she wur his wielder," the boy had said. Even chance could not let her alone at one of her worst anoments. She walked faster and faster because she was afraid Tembarom would follow her, land in a few minutes she heard him splashing behind her, and then he was at her side, holding the um- brella over her head. "You're a good walker," he said, "but Pm a sprinter. I trained run- ning after street cars am catching the 'L' in New York." She had so restrained her miserable hysteric impulse to break down and utterly humiliate herself under the unexpected blow of the episode in the cottage that she had ad had no r b each to spare when en she left the room, and her hurried effort to es- cape had left her se much less that she did not speak. "I'll tell you something," he went on. "He's a Tittle freak, but you can't blame him much. Don't be mad at him. He's never moved from that corner since he was born, I guess, and he's got nothing to do or to think of but just hearing what's happening outside. He's sort of crazy curious, and when he gets hold of a thing that suits him he just bolds on to it till the last bell rings." She said nothing whatever, and he paused a moment because he wanted to think over the best way to say the next thing. "Mr. James Temple Barholm"—he ventured it with more delicacy of de- sire not to seem to "take liberties" than she would have credited him with—"saw his •mother sitting.. with him in her'arms at the cottage door a week or so after he was born. He stopped at the gate and talked to her about him, and he left him a sov- ereisn. He's got it now. It seems a fortune to him. He's made a sort of idol of him. That's why he talks like he does. I wouldn't let it make me orad if I were you." He did not know that she could not have answered him if she would, that s'he felt that if he did not stop she might fling herself down upon the wet heather and wail aloud. "You don't like me," he began af- ter they had walked a few steps far- ther. You don't like me." This was actually better .It choked back the sobs rising in her throat, The stupid shock of it, his tasteless foolishness, helped her by its very folly to a sort of defense against the disastrous wave of emotion she might not have been able to control. She gathered herself together. "It must be an 'unusual experi- ence," she answered. "Well, it is—sort of," he said, but in a manner curiously free from fatuous swagger. "I've had luck that way. I guess it's been because I'g got to make friends so as I could earn a living. It seems sort of queer to know that some one's got a grouch against me—that I can't get away with." . She looked up the avenue to see how much farther they must walk to- gether, sine she was not "a sprin- ter" and could not get away from him. She thought she caught a glimpse through the trees of a dog -cart driven by a groon, and hoped she had not mistaken, and that it was driving in DON'T DO THISI • S MACDONALD'S "BRIER" has become `11 a Canadian institution. 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