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The Huron Expositor, 1925-09-11, Page 7rs Put 'h arm. whom is like,. taiarue ,; xo Cllr irr tit i rlen';hem.4;#‘00314 few soothingi believe lee be'ed hzs -women and how' she had dzed prJ_Ater in the plains, whilst her a v; ;p ' zn heard :i t .110* c1 wqs away in England. "Fol- Ipgbel 1t1t e.,' cliTIMIa lo* nle follow `pie home"—,the mem- air ,•", rural, 'voiee ana'�'ered ai'y had itterignancy and sadness. There the colored 'woman, and she •murmur- were other memories, and they fol - ed: "Now we -shall see!" lowed after; but they were fleeting Mrs: einaine waited calmly. The and could not hold •him: He threw fact that her son worked in the fields down phis, half,aina$ed cigar, 'trod it now like a day laborer 'no longer hu- out:into the dry grass, and stood with miliated her, for the day she ,made his.; hands' in his. pockets, looking to - her decision to remain, she *lined ward =the riv!•er paling to gray as the gracefully before fate. She never did evening sky grew cold. anything half=way; .she loved or hat, Well, love had not followed him ed, liked or disliked; and never made"•home. He bad brought success back half a concession. .she' glanced at to Virginia, he would leave upon it the doorway but, instead of her son's the same mark of a strong man's figure, Mammy's portly person block- power , that he ,had left everywhere ed the aperture. he went. But what could it do for "Please, ma'am, Mis' Molly, Marse him in return?" John he do say like he's tierrible His. attitude of mind had created a sorry, but he sure can't come to sup- spirit of harmony between his mother per to -night, nohow." and himself. But as far as he was Mrs. Tremain asked sharply: concerned, he would be obliged.to con - "Why, pray?" tent himself within the boundaries of "He sure done say he got to go his home. There was nothing Pfor down to de meddars wid Bob and'get him outside. in a load ob hay. Dar's a storm He was so intent on his own corrin'." thoughts that he did not hear the ap- Miss Malvern cried incredulously; proach of some one over the long "Hay at night? Why, no one ever grass, and he started when a voice at heard of such a. thing; and, dearest, his side said authoritatively, with a if there's a :storm coming, I must go little laugh behind the words: home at once." "Will you let down the bars, The girl went over to the window please?" and drew the shade. Tremain turned to see Isobel, who, "There's no storm; it's a. false a- in a summer dress, hatless, stood with !farm." one hand on her hip and the other "Masse John, he done say there's a held out to him frankly, smiling at stawm corrin'. ° him. Peering into the August night, the "Mr. Tremaine," she said. "I think girl asked humorously: "Is he in- we have met several times before." fallible?" He lifted his hat and shook hands "Yeas, ma'am, Miss Isobel," re- with her. turned the old woman, without hav- "I am afraid my disguise was not ing the least idea what the word very successful. You really knew m•3 meant. "He am de fallibelest gem- all the time, didn't you?" men men I ever did see." "Was it a disguise?" said Isobel Both Mrs. Tremaine and Isobel Malvern. "They looked like very laughed, and the girl repeated: "The honest clothes—you seemed a very idea of haying in the night! I" am honest workman." sure that is a caprice he has taken "I was all that," said Tremaine; from his farm hand." "but what finally gave me away to She came over and put her arm a- you?" round Mrs. Tremaine, and murmur- She laughed. "Your handkerchief," ed, close to her cheek: she said. "He is awfully dark, 'Ike an In- "Not my manners?" dian, isn't he, and he has your eyes? "They were rather bad, to tell you He is tall and straight; and his face the truth. Have you any better is stern. He must have wonderfnl ones?" adventures to tell of. I have seen Tremaine smiled. "They say I am him." a hard master, do they?" Mrs. Tremaine put up her hand and "Yes." She looked at him with wuche4-the girl's face.' frank liking and interest. "Listen," she said, "there is the "Long before I saw you as a work - thunder." A heavy sound rolled in man I met you down here, in the old the distance. pasture. Do you remember, Mr. Tre- "And he is infallible, too. You see, maine?" there comes his storm." He laughed. "Do you really remember?" "I cried," said Isobel, frankly; "I think you dried my tears." Tremaine laughed. "I did more! i kissed you and set you down. How fast you ran away!" "Not so far as you did. Do you remember?" He made no reply. "My Mammy told me one night when she put me to bed: `Marse John Tremaine's done run away.' It frightened me—`runnin' away' seem- ed such a wild thing to do—and for years I seemed to see you running, running. And now," she added, smil- ing charmingly, "you've come home!" They were walking on the little path that wound about through the pastures and meadows up the hill slope that rose softly toward Malvern House. He was tempted to walk home with her. It was long since •he had walked like this, side by side with a graceful young woman, charming, sympathetic, and free. She charmed him, she gave him pleasure, but he knew that she was absolutely forbid- den fruit. He stopped and stood look- ing at her, half thoughtful, half smil- ing. He knew that she expected him to finish the walk with her, and from now on, he would have to begin to play the part of the boor, the rude indifferent man. "Yes," he said shortly, "I've come home—the inveterate bad penny that turns up some time or other—the roll- ing stone that finally rattles down- hill and stops. Good evening, Miss Malvern." He lifted his hat and extended his hand and bade her good -by abruptly, and the girl continued her•homeward way through the summer meadows a- lone. Mrs. Tremaine was cutting the leaves among her honeysuckle vines when, the following afternoon, Isobel rode over, and after giving her horse to Bob, ran up to the porch and threw her arms around her friend's neck. "Have you heard?" Mrs. Tremaine had heard much. She had heard many things she would have been glad to forget, "Nothing very new or interesting, Isobel." "Really, have you not been told?"" "Nothing that could make me smile as you are smiling, my dear child." Isobel flushed delightfully. "The great event has occurred, dearest, and quitenaturally. I have Ten Veers later, in a drawing room met your myste sous son." is Johannesburg, the wife of a colonel Mrs. Tremaine put her shears and her basket, full of leaves and blos- soms, ori the table, and the two wom- en took their places where one after- noon before John and Mr. Malvern had sat and talked together. "You have met John?" asked the thothet'. "Yes,"" nodded Isobel, holding her riding crop across her knees, "down in the South Pasture; he stood there-. by the fen, smoking and leaking h CHAPTER XII John laid away his workman's - clothes, ceased to be a farmer, and turned, with the same interest that had characterized his agricultural ef- forts, to the opening of the Blythe iIoantabi O'oa1 Mines. He had been skirting Blythe Moun- tain, planning with his engineers the sinking of the shaft, indicating sites for miners' houses, and he was walk- ing slowly home across the evening fields, swinging his stick, musing up- on the material success that met him everywhere, and contrasting it with the arid loneliness of his own life. He came up to the bars of the old South Pasture gate. Behind him were the high -grown, grassy mead- ows of the Malvern property, an es- tate now as rundown as his own had been, and with less •likelihood of ever being reclaimed. The landscape lay soft and lovely under the light of the Southern evening. The old house stood on a rise of ground, behind a forest of oaks and beeches; to the left ran the river, sunk low between its red banks, and over all spread the pale sky in which, toward the west, hung the evening star. John lit a cigar and leaned on the bars, remembering as he did so, fif- teen years ago, on just such a sum- mer night, he had leaned on this old silvery fence, his heart sore within him. His passions were strong and deep but his will met them at every turn and chained them. From the hour he knew that Julia had broken faith with him, he had resolutely cut her out of his thoughts. A photograph of her between her sons was on his mother's bureau in her room, and he had seen that she was still beautiful. The picture had struck him like a blow, and over and over again he had forced himself to look at it until he could do so without emotion. He had become a cynic and a misanthrope bitter and distrustful toward women. On the day be ran away -from home, she had been singing at Riverside in the old room, and he distinctly recall- ed every word of the song: "I ask no gold to gild my store, For heavy cares with riches come. If want one sole thing more and more, I want your love to follow me, fol- low me home." @end;! Lor 1 hos% giving ulare of Trench m world-famousprep- arationfor Epilepsy and flits—simple home treatment. Over 80Ire arM ramose, Testlmonlals from all part mf tLe world; over 1040 1 050 voar. write t once to TF1 'S Re0.7EDIES L,a1lTg [a, wiejg St.JamegCJhemb rs, 9Adelatti©\91MIp,Ono Toronto. x=exglezn!_ SethrAarrk e -• enttiuelasnn and the fire enn her eager interest, tier tion of John, izad a dual e On ' Mus. Tremaine, The praise was balm, but she could let herself enjoy it. She knew' f the very first that John eouid not charm a 'woman. • "We walked up through the •fief continued Isobel. ',We talked to ther as if we bad known • each oth atl our' lives!" " • Mrs. Tremaine put her hand to h heart. "You are pale," exclaimed ••Iso drawing near to her. "Are you ill "It's the heat, and the odor ref vines is so powerful," Isobel . toudhed her hand, and h eyes wandered from her friend. M Tremaine watched her face and sa that she beamed, still smiling as thought of John Tremaine. "Why, she has fallen in love wi him 'at first sight!" thought the in they. . Then she gathered herself t gether, and taking advantage of fact that her emotion had aroused obel's alarm, said to her: "My dear child, the doctor tells m that I must take a rest cure. I sha be obliged to be very quiet and s no one for several weeks." "Oh, that does not mean est?" "Every one, for a time." "Let me come and be your nurs let me take you to Malvern" -Mrs. Tremaine fortified. herself f her task and finally succeeded in pe suading Isobel of the fact that sh must not come to Riverside until Mrs Tremaine should send for her. When she bade Isobel, good -by fin ally, she saw that the brightness wa gone from the girl's face, and he heart smote her. When John came in that evenin dressed for dinner, he wore in th lapel of his coat a little bunch o meadow -sweet. Mrs. Tremaine ha seen the same flowers in Isobel's bel that afternoon. "John," she said, "you did not tel me that you had met Isobel Malver at last." "You knew that I have met he several times; we have already prove to each other several things of im portance." "What things?" "That the man must not be judge by the cloth he wears." "Why did you not tell her frankly who you were, the first time you sa her in the fields?" "It amused me," he said, "and I a not often amused." He saw his mother's agitation, bu did not take pity on her. "She is a more agreeable compan- 'on than her father," said John; "and after all, the third time she knew me for a gentleman, in spite of overalls and a flannel shirt." His mother saw that •he was slip- ping into one of his ungracious moods and it facilitated her task. She said quietly: "I have asked Isobel not to come to Riverside again for the present." He waited a few seconds, then said slowly: "So she told me." "Told you, when?" "We met in the South Pasture just now, when I came in. I put down the bars for her once again." And she had given him the meadow sweet. He saw her clasp her hands, and there was a sob in her throat. On that evening they dined almost in silence and, when his mother re- tired soon after returning to the liv- •ng-room, John said harshly: "Do not give yourself any uneasi- ness regarding my sentimental com- plications in Riverside. I shall be gone before long, and I promise you that Isobel Malvern and myself will remain as complete strangers as we are now." Isobel, however, had no such intern non in her n�hd. The rela•tior. between Malvern and his daughter was very close. Isobel had tried to replace her mother, and it was a bitter thing to Malvern not to be able tD give her everything in the world. With her breeding and her looks, he felt that Isobel should make a brilliant marriage, and the fact that he could not give her a fortune was galling to him. Isobel quickly saw that, for some reason, she could not tfr�lk to her fa- ther about John Tre'(rlaine, and her own feelings soon made it diffieult for her to mention his name. But one day she took courage and asked him: "What do you think of Mr. Tre- maine, Daddy?" "I don't think about him at all," returned Malvern shortly. "Why do you ask me?" rill,'{ zn fiect rl'$ not Pam but ge- er er bel q„ the er rs. w she th o- n - he Is- e 11 ee me, dear- ,• or r- e s r g e f d t 1 n r d a w m t Dated September tat, a9' 2 5. epi a bs r Principal payable at the office of the Rece ver-Oenerat," apt Ottct ►az ped that of the Assistant F ceit era.Gen�ercal -Qat 15Iudif #.;+r,. St, Johni. Charlottetown, Montreal, Toronto, Wanriappg,T�egti z, Cel c rP or Victoria. Sergi anal interest (March ist area S teTuber 18t) payable at any branch in Canada of any chartered tank. Denomination: $100, $500, $1,000. 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And Isobel, instantly on guard, an- swered indifferently: •"I met him this afternoon." She continued: "You knew him as a boy, didn't you, father?" "As a young man, yes, in the bank." "He was gloomy then, they say, re- served and unhappy?" "I know nothing of him now, but a man who begins life by running away from home usually keeps something of acridness in his character." During the next few weeks, Malvern thought of John Tremaine against his will. He came up against this new citizen'at every turn, but curiously enotigh it did not occur to him to be suspicious about his daughter. The following week, Leavitt dined alone with Malvern„ who said to him: "John Tremaine's return, Leavitt, is a singular event, isn't it?" Throughout the dinner, Riverside and its occupants had not been men- tioned. Leavitt lifted his fine eyebrows. "I assure you that I was never so sur- prised by anything in my life." The lawyer spoke as if those startl- ing happenings were everyday affairs with him, whereas nothing could have been more unruffled or more devoid of incident than his peaceful existe- ence. The two men were friends of long standing; they had ridden, smok- ed, talked, dined, and uncommunicra- tively suffered together, for a good part of a lifetime, as neighbors do in far-off country districts. In every crisis of the county, these two faithful souls had stood together and in the personal crises of their own lives, they remained sympathetic_ companions. They sat before the open window, smoking their cigars, like two old campaigners with their memories behind them. These after- dinner chats were frequent ocycur- rences. They seemed to sit again in the glow of former bivouac ,heft. "He is golttg to be," said Leavitt, "the most important figure in Vir- ginia, sir." The lawyer's voice had the eberni- leg cadence of a soft old song. t" is gentle nature and the delicate quality of his tiiind lenit grace to everything • 00 • • •• •• On THOMAS' ECLECTRIC O I L 0 asMEDYEFOR ALL ANDSIMPLE COMMON AILMENTS OF MAN AND BEAST. IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE KEPT ON HAND, AS A MORE SER- ,-,,,:_._ k'CEABLE PREPAR- ,:''•ION FOR SUCH USES CANNOT BE FOUND. GET A BOTTLE TO -DAY AND HAVE IT READY FOR THE ILL NEED IIT YOU .;r • he said. Malvern, although a finan- cial failure himself, never quite for- gave Leavitt for not being a success. Malvern's fortune had been swept a- way in a money crisis, when he was past the age to recoup himself. But Leavitt, throughout his quiet life, had been distinctly an unsuccessful mas— a state of affairs never—forgiven by one's friends. "I have had an extraordinary con- versation with Tremaine since he re- turned," said Malvern, "and I trust I shall notfind it necessary to meet him often." "Malvern," said the lawyer, "I think your point of view is cruel. The John Tremaine who ran away from Redlands is a different person from the John Tremaine of to -day. His character has been purified and re- deemed by fifteen years of struggle." "I confess that there was much in the boy who ran away that charmed me," said Malvern. "To tell you the truth, I preferred him to David; and when I discovered that he was a thief it was one of the most surprising rev- elations I ever had in my life." "Poor Molly," murmured the lawy- er. "The man I saw recently," said Malvern sternly, "was an arrogant, self-important. parvenu." Leavitt leaned forward in his chair. "By gad. Redmond! If you say that, yon didn't see John Tremaine." a gs air eree �QRIi� Sal tie P.r"�$ ®", fonrn ahmoQ "Your affection for the family blinds you, Sam." Leavitt poured 'himself out a glass of Madeira and drank it slowly. "I think I see more keenly, because I am so near to them—both. I was frightfully prejudiced against John, but I can't keep it up. You couldn't either, if you knew him. There's something about him . . " Malvern laughed. "Plausible pulls the wool over peo- ple's eyes." "Now this Blythe Mountain coal af- fair," Leavitt straightened himself in his chair, "is a big enterprise, Mal- vern." "Can you take interest in any enter- prises, Sam, when they are in the hands of a thief ?" Leavitt starred. "Don't call him that," he said gent- ly. "Fifteen years ago we all buried that story" (he pointed over his shoul- der) "in my little office—you and David and his mother and me." Malvern poured himself out a glass of wine and drank it. "He had the effrontery," he continu- ed, "to offer me the presidency of the Blythe Mountain Comb Company. You can understand that I refused." "You did?" "Don't you see that it was only a bribe?" There was a silence for a moment. Leavitt said: "I don't regard this as you do." Malvern smiled slowly. "Perhaps he offered you an option to buy two thousand shares of stock?" A faint color lay on the lawyer's cheeks; the Maderia had begun it, and Malvern's words deepened it. He met his friend',"s eyes clearly. "He did Malvern leaned forward and put his hand on his friend's knee. "You did not take it, sir," he said defiantly. "I did not take it; but," he continued hotly, "it's money made out of Vir- ginian soil, by a concern handled by honorable gentlemen." "My gad!" said Malvern, staring at his friend and dropping back into his chair. If Leavitt had ever entertained the smallest doubt regarding his own MCI - MVPs, Malvern's attitude and the Vir- ginian sense of honor would have in- tensified it now. CHAPTER XIII One day John spoke of Julia. "What sort of a wife did Julia mitre for David?" Mrs. Tremaine, glad to have him show en interest in the family, an- swered: "One never really knows very much about married lives. I always felt that no one wan good enough for David." She Tai a cerement and 8'.,r;n said: "It voulaTar mmles to I you." He did not pursue the question, un-. derstanding there had been no ex-. travagant !happiness in the marriage; but Mrs. Tremaine, interested, contin- ued: "I think no one but myself under- stood David's sensitive, exquisite na- ture, shy and reserved." There was no enthusiasm on the part of her son. "David was so noble, such a mar- velous character, his rectitude • 'a John, where he was sitting, reach- ed out for a pamphlet on French peas, It was in his mother's mind what pleasure it would give her and satis- faction, if John would now speak of his brother, refer in some delicate way to him, showing thus that he remem- bered David's sacrifice; but John said nothing. As his mother looked away, John saw the tenderness on her face, the rising color on her delicate cheeks. He knew what her griefs had been and how she had worshipped this he - loved elder son. His face clouded. 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