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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1928-11-02, Page 7int THE HURON EXPOSITOR 9IAIa' 4 rWri all A14 U lrJRA C ,. A, > ep>reeentleg 4 miIly4101c, Ward 41%Q#0, il])gp t f r �lln 4im Ct aD 111%.$ t0 at tine dewed gatophi ai'IIIxaa.11a1]II° l4°R A•Q,,"(L"ii1 5,102ALZ, , TO NA O GLASS, :3M. I;IliIuAIL aSTAT &.044 Prompt attention_ aid' teld risks and adjn 'if usinesstaiale spirals ei'act1 'Lgem"t e for Si'ugoe, &le ere i•;, ii� I E, 33.1' .Aautblaarf Gr1vFt}k5SD° ° a.. DU YLA? New Irfat Cbntinuedd from last weel5.. 00 E9, elf; Weider/Mk l A� use. A butilder OV t%iaoa *to the rlu iota cs as ted, sablecaedy.Keelewel l iCltns inter. Toeethor 'atb the other fine Q, r•", a ilegbier erbg& Mo aselpold Itessediss, now obtainable m:: ..V J. 1E. azATENG, ' 7 AIFOD1ll I, Anne, - golrig to bed that night in ama a of roomsWhich mighthave belonged to. ar " princess, wondered if ,she should wake in the morning and find herself dreaming. To have her "It. is down the hall in the west t c wlu'g." , • "If I get lost it • will'. be my . b d h 1 ' adventure.'n Marie -Louise_ turned' std• took a own bath, a silk canopy over her good look, at this . girl 'who made so head, to know that breakfast would much eat of nothing," Then she said,he served when she rang for it, and 'Therese will show you. And you that her mail and newspapers would earl dress at once for dinner. I4 am be brought -,'these were unbelievable not going down." things. She had a feeling that if "Please do, I shall hate going a- she told Uncle Rod he would sake lone." his head over it. He had a theory "Why?" that luxury tended to cramp the soul. "Well, there's your father, you Yet her last thought was not of know, and your -mother. And I'm a Uncle Rod but of Richard. She had country mouse." • come intending to give 'him a sharp Their eyes met. Marie -Louise had opinion of his neglect of Nancy. But a sudden feeling that there was. no he had been so glad to see her, and gulf between them of years or of had given her such a good time. Yet authority. - she had spoken of Nancy's loneli- "What shall 11 call you?" she ask- nese. ed. "I won't say Miss W'arfield." "I hated to leave her," she said, "Geoffrey Fox calls me Mistress "bu'� it seemed as if I had to come." Anne." `Of cee_se," he agreed, with is "Who is Geoffrey Fox?" eyes on her glowing face, "and any - "He, writes books, and he is going how, she has Sullie." blind. He wrote `Three Souls.'" Marie -Louise, in the days that fol - 'Marie -Louise stared. "Oh, do you lowed, found interest and occupation know him? I loved his book. in showing the Country Mouse the "Would you like to know how he sights of the city. came to write it?" "If you want to see such things," "Yes. Tell me." she said rather grandly, "I shall be "Not now. I must go and dress." glad to go with you." Some instinct told ' Marie -Louise Anne insisted that they should not that argument would be useless. be driven in state and style. "Peo- "I'll dress, too, and come down. Is pie make pilgrimages on foot," she Dr. Dicky going to`"be•'at dinner?" told Marie -Louise gravely, but with a "No. He had to go back at once. twinkle in her eye. "I don't want to He is very busy." whirl up to Grant's tomb, or to the Marie -Louise slipped out of bed. door of Trinity. And I Like the sub - ``Therese," she called, "come and dress way and the elevated and the surface me after you have shown Miss War- cars." field the way." If now and then they compromised I Anne never forgot the moment of on a taxi, it was because distance entrance into the great dining -room. were too great at times, and other There were just four of them. Dr. means of transportation too slow. But Austin and his wife, herself and in the main they stuck to their orig- Marie-Louise. But for these four inai plan, and Marie -Louise entered there was a formali' y transcending a new world. anything in Anne's e perience, Carv- "Oh, I love you for it," she said to ed marble, tapestry, liveried servants, Anne one night when they came home a massive table with fruit piled high from the Battery after a day in in a Sheffield basket. which they had gazed down into the The people were dwarfed by the pity of the Stock Exchange, had lunch- room. It was as if the house had ed at Faunce's Tavern, had•circled the been built for giants, and had been great Aquarium, and ended with a divorced from its original purpose. ride on top of a Fifth Avenir,'bus Anne, walking with Marie -Louise, in the twilight. wondered whimsically' if there were It was from the top of the 'bus any ceilings or whether the roof that Anne forthe firsttime since she touched the stars. had come to New York saw Evelyn Mrs. Austin was supported by her Chesley. husband. She was a little woman She was coming out of a shop with with gray hair. She wore pearls and Richard. It was a great shop with a silver. Anne was in white. Marie- world-famous name over the door. Louise in a quaint frock of gold bro- One bought furniture there of a rare Dade. There seemed to be no color kind and draperies of a rare kind and in the room except the gold of the now and then a picture. fire on the great hearth, the gold of "They are getting things for their the oranges on the table, and the apartment," Marie -Louise explained, gold of Marie-Louise's gown. and her words struck cold against Mrs. Austin was pale and silent. Anne's heart. "Eve is paying for But she had attentive eyes. Anne them with Aunt Maude's money." was uncomfortably possessed with "When will they be married?" the idea that the little lady listened "Next October. But Eve is buying and criticized, or at least that she things as she sees them. I don't held her opinion in reserve. want her to marry Dr. Dicky." Marie -Louise spoke of Geoffrey "Why not, Marie -Louise?" Fox. "Miss Warfi,eld hinows him. "He isn't her kind. He ought to She knows how he came to write his have fallen in love with you." book." "Marie -Louise, I told you riot to Anne told them how he came to talk of love." write it. Of Peggy ill at Bower's, of "I shall talk of anything I please." the gray plush pussy cat, and of 'how, "Then you'll talk to the empty air. coming up the hall with the bowl of I won't listen. I'll go up there and soup in her hand, she had found Fox sit with that fat man in front." in a despairing mood and had sug- Merie-Louise'. laughed. '{'You're gested the plot. suc'i an old dear. Do you know how Austin, watching her, decided that nice you look in those furs " she was most unusual. She was beau- "I feel so elegant that I am asham- tiful, but there was something more ed of thyself. I've peeped into every than beauty. It was as if she was mirror. They cost a whole month's lighted from within by a fire which salary, Marie -Louise. I feel horribly gave warmth not only to helself but extravagant -and togetherhappy." it was to those about her. She was glad that he had brought then that Marie -Louise said, "I love her here to he with Marie -Louise: For the moment even his wife's pale beauty seemed cold. "We'll have Fox up," he said, when she finished her story. Anne was sure that he would be glad to come. - She blushed a little as she said it. Later, when they were having cof- fee in the little drawing -room, Marie - Louise taxed her with the blush. "Is he in love with you?" Anne felt it best to be frank. thought he was," "Don't ,you hive him " "No, Marie -Louise. And we must not talk about it. Love is a sacred thing." "I like to talk about it. In sum- mer I talk to Pan. But he's out now in the snow and his pipes are frozen." The little drawing -room seemed to Anne anything but little until she learned that there was a larger one across the ball. Austin and his wife went upstairs as soon as the coffee had been served, and -Marie-Louise led Anne through the shadowy vast- ness of the great drawing -room to a window which overlooked the river. "You can't see the river, but the light over the doorway shines on my old Pun's head. You can see him grinn- ing out of the snow." The effect of that white head peer- ing from the blackness was uncanny. The shaft of. light -struck straight aims the peaked chin and twisted Mettle The snow had made him a ost►•, Which covered his horn's and ' hiah gave him the look of a rakish old .t 1On. Q�h4< l i4 -Luise, do you talk to dna of 'leve a° -' "Yea. ' N + t l you see him in the egg' ' itllt:.44 pink roses back of bine He teet1W td get younger in the cpti- ga" "He acitt-Ease FOrr NI, Wen Leints ll''HJEUMATIC OR OTHERWISE SAYS: "WHEN JOINT -EASE GETS IN -JOINT AGONY GETS OUT." and in, iy't tna ''v ever NITA.e d :khat CreeVireY roi� camas .and -44st ,�' e-I.fonihs-' Gra tho at time. ' car''t deuce," old her•1: ¢ray eyestare bad, . and ,lt gs seem to w'o`lf you'll talk," slt4 said, "Ill ei at your feet and li'steui'" She Ni,id it literally, ::Oerched on a small gold. stool. "Tell me about your book," slie said, looking up at him.; "Anne War - field says that you wrote it at Bow- er's." "I wrote it because she helped nee to write. it. But she did more for me than that." His eyes Were following the shining figure. "What did she` do?" "She gave me a soul. She taught me that there was something in me that was not -the flesh and thee -- devil." " The girl on the footstool under- stood. "She believes in things, and makes you believe." "Yes." "1 hated to have her come," Marie - Louise confessed, "and. now I should hate to have her go' away. She calls herself country mouse, and I am showing her the eights -we go to corking places -on pilgrimages. We went to Grant's tomb, and she made trite carry a wreath. Mid we ride in the subway and drink hot chocolate in drug stores. "She says I haven't learned the big lessons of democracy," Marie -Louise pursued, "that I've looked out over the world, but that I have never been a part of it. That I've sat on a tower in a garden and have peered through a telescope.'' She told him of the play that she had written, and of the verses that she had read to the piping Pan. Later she pointed out Pan to him from the window of the big drawing room. The snow had melted in the last mild days, and there was an icicle on his nose, and the sun from across the river reddened his cheeks. "And there, everlastingly, he makes music," Geoffrey said, "on the reed which he tore from the river." It was a high-class pharmacist who saw prescription after prescription fail to help hundreds of his customers to get rid of rheumatic swellings and stiff, inflamed joints. , And it was this same man who as- serted that a remedy could and would be compounded that would make creaky, swollen, tormented joints work with just as much smoothness as they ever did. Now this prescription, rightly nam- ed Joint -Ease, after being tested suc- cessfully on many obstinate cases, is offered through progressive pharm- acists to the millions of people who suffer from ailing joints that need limbering up. Swollen, twingy, inflamed, stiff, pain -tormented joints are usually caused by rheumatism, but whatever the cause Joint -Ease soaks right in, through skin and flesh and gets right to and corrects the trouble at its source. emember Joint -Ease is for ail- ments of the joints, whether in ankle; knee, hip, elbow, shoulder, spine or finger, and when you rub it on, you may expect speedy and gratifying results. It is now Den sale at C. Aberhart's and druggists everywhere for ';:'i cents a tube. " `Yes, half a beast is the great god, Pan, To laugh as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for .the cost and pain, For the reed that grows nevermore again, As a reed with the reeds in the river." His voice died away into silence. "That is the price which the writer pays. He is separated, as it were, from his kind." "Oh, no," Marie -Louise breathed, "oh, no. Not you: Youe writings bring you -close. Your book made 7.4,1%rc'd y wit a Gaccol n g a Ow Man eel( ootlllnt fig Oa szEs4 ' C t D `ve Eche ttbl ilei •cc+I.. li t IS 130 arriCOXP 2s16.5flaslitmd : a8.27 alitlficoxgro. Egzwi,LoiNitli6.uopo.00d Hensel( Branch: l : RCO, Clinton Emma: '.ax . H. sin.. C tLiP�S, M Mnmageranager SruceirldlS ((sub -agency) : ®jars Tneedny and Setuele 7 me -cry." She was such a child as she stood there, yet with something in her, too, of womanliness. "When your three soldiers died," she said,- "it made me believe some- thing that I hadn't believed before - about souls marching toward a great -light." Geoffrey found himself confiding in her. "I don't know whether you will understand. But ever since I wrote that book I have felt that I must live up to it. That I must be worthy of the thing I had written." Richard, dancing in the music room with Anne, found himself saying, "Blow different it all is." "From Bower's?" "Yes." "Do you like it?" "Sometimes. And then sometimes it all, seems so big -and useless." The music stopped, and they made their way back to the little drawing - room. "Won't you me?" Richard never seem to She smiled. much to do." But she knew that it was not the things, to be done which had kept her from him. It was rather a sense that safety lay in seeing as little of him as possible. And so throughout the winter she had built about herself barriers' of reserve. Yet there had never been a moment when he had dined with them, or when he had danced, or when he had shared their box at the opera, that she had not been keenly conscious of his presence. "-And so you think it is all so big -and useless?" lie picked up the conversation where they had drop- ped in when the dance stopped, She nodded. "A house ling this isn't a home. I told Marie -Louise the other day thata home was a place where there was a little fire, with somebody on each side of it, and where there was a little table with two people smiling across it, and with a pot boiling and a woman to stir it, •and with a light in the window and a man coming home." "And what did Marie -Louise say to that?" "She wrote a poem about it. A nice healthy sane little poem -not one of those drehdful things about the ashes of dead women which I found her doing when I came." "How did you cure her?" "I am giving her real things to think of. "When she gets in a mor- bid mood I whisk her off to the gar- dener's cottage, and we wash and dress the bay and take him for an airing." Richard gave a big ltutu'gh. "With your head in the stars, you. have your feet always firmly on the ground." "I trgr, but I like to know that there areealways-stars~" . "No one could be near ,- you and not know that," he told her: gravely. It was a danger sign:'.'. She rose. "I have a feelingthat roll.: are neg- lecting etnneb•ade. You 1Yaa•,frsn'b••daanc- ed yet With fisc Cheslly," sit here and talk to said. "Somehow we find time to talk." "There is always so "Oh, Eve's all right," easily; "sit down." But she would not. She sent him from her. His place was by Eve% side. He was going to marry Eve. It was late that night when Marie - Louise came into Anne's room. "Ate you asleep " she asked(, {with ilhe door at a crack. "No." "Will you mind -if I talk." "No." Anne was in front of her open fire, writing to Uncle Rod. The fire was another of the luxuries in which she revelled. It was such a wonder of a fireplace, with its twinkling brasses, and its purring logs. She remember- ed the little round stove in her room at Bower's. Marie -Louise had come to talk of Geoffrey Fox., "I adore his eye -glasses." "Oh, Marie -Louise -his poor eyes." "He isn't poor,". the child said, pas- sionately, "not even his eyes. Milton was blind -and -and there was his poetry." - "Dr. Dicky hopes his eyes are get- ting better." "He says they are. That he sees things now through a sort of silver rain. He has to have some one write for him. His little sister Mimi has been doing it, but she is going to be married." "Mimi?" "Yes. He found out that she had a lover, and so he has insisted. And then he will be left alone." She sat gazing into the fire, a small humped -up figure in a gorgeous dres- sing gown. At last she said, "Why didn't you love him?" "There was some one else, Marie - Louise." Marie -Louise drew close and laid her red head on Anne's knee. "Some one that you are going to marry?" Anne shook her head. "Some one whom I shall never marry. He loves -another girl, Marie -Louise." "Oh!" There was a long silence, as the two of them gazed into the fire. Then Marie -Louise reached up a thin little hand to Anne's warm clasp. "That's always the way, isn't it? It is a short of game, with Love always flitting away to -another girl." CHAPTER XXI In Which St. Michael Hears a Call. It was in April that Geoffrey Fox wrote to Anne. "When I told you that I was corn ing hack to Bower's, I said that I wznted quiet to think out my new book, but I did not tell you that i fancied I might find your ghost flit- ting through the halls, or on the road to the schoolhouse. I felt that there might linger in the long front room the glowing spirit of the little girl who sat by the fire and talked to me of my soldiers and their souls. "And what I thought has come true. You are everywhere, Mistress Anne, not as I last saw you at Rose Acres llVll� f,' 111 cask Bee ['err tont li1esfiogo in silken attire, but fluttering before me 'in your frock of many flounces, carrying your star of a lantern through the twilight on your way to Diogenes, scolding me on the stairs - What days, what hours! And al- ways you were the little .school teach- er showing your wayward scholars what to do with life! "Perhaps I have done with it less than you expected. But at least I have done more with it than I had. hoped. I am lining my pockets with money, and Mimi has a chest of sil- ver. That is the immediate material effect of the sale of `Three Souls.' But there is more than the material ef- fect. The letters which I get from the people who have read the book are like wine to my soul. To think that I, Geoffrey Fox, who have frit- tered and frivoled, should have put on paper things which have burned into men's consciousness and have made them better. I could never have done it except for you. Yet in all humility I can say that I have done it, and that never while life lasts shall I think again of my talent as a little thing. "For it is a great thing, Mistress Anne, to have written a book. In all of my pot -boiling days I would nev- er have believed it. A plot was a plot, and 'presto, the thing was done! The world read and forgot. But the world doesn't forget. Nat when we give our best, and when we aim to get below the surface things and the shallow things and call up out of men's hearts that which, in these practical days, they try to hide. "I suppose Brooks has told you a- bout my eyes, and of how it may happen that I shall, for the rest of my life, be able to .see through a glass' darkly. "That is something to be thankful for, isn't ft? It is a rather weird experience when, having adjusted one's self in anticipation of a catas- trophe, the catastrophe hangs fire. Like old Pepys, I had resigned my- self to the inevitable -indeed in those awful waiting clays I read, more than once, the last paragraph of his diary. "And so I .betake myself to that course which it is almost as much as to see myself go into my grave; ,for :which, and all the discomforts that u -ill accompany my being blind, the good Cod prepare mel' "Yet Pepys kept his sight all the rest of his life, and regretted, I fan- cy, more than once, that he did not finish his diary. And, perhaps, 1, too, shall he granted this dim vision antil the end. "It seems to me that there are many things which I ought to tell you --I know there are a thousand things which are forbidden. But at least i can speak of Diogenes. I saw him at Crossroads the other day, much puffed up with pride of family. And I can speak of Mrs. Nancy, who is a white shadow of herself. Why doesn't Brooks see it? He was down here for a week recently, and he didn't seem to realize that anything was wrong. Perhaps she is always so radiant when he comes that she dazzles his eyes. "She and Miss Sulie are a pathetic pair. I meet them on the road on their errands of mercy. They are like two: sisters of charity in their long capes and little bonnets. Evi- dently Mrs. Brooks feels that if her son cannot doctor the community she can at least nurse it. The country folk adore her, and go to her for advice, ;so that Crossroads still opens wide its doors to the people, as it did in the days of old Dr. Brooks. "And now, does the. Princess still serve? I can see you with your blue bowl on your way to Peggy, and stopping on the stairs to light for me the torch of inspiration, And now all of this service and inspiration is being spilled at the feet of -Marie - Louise! Will you give her greetings and ask her how soon I may come and worship at the shrine of her grinning old god?" Anne, carrying his letter to Marie - Louise, asked, "Shall I tell him to come?" "Yes. I didn't *ant Flim to go a- way, but he said be lefua t --Fiat he couldn't write her. 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'I he went, and you knew." - "You needn't look at me so re- proachfully, Marie -Louise. It isn't' my fault " "It is your fault," Marie -Louise ac- cused her, "for being like a flame,. Father says' that people hold out • their hands to you as they do to ' fire." "And what," Anne demanded, "has' - all this to do with Geoffrey Fox?" "You know," Marie -Louise told her bluntly, "he loves you and looks up to - you -and I -sit at his feet." There was something of tenseness :• in the small face framed by the red hair. Anne touched Marie-Louise's cheek with a tender finger. "Dear heart," she said, "he is just a man." For a moment the child stood very still, then she said, "Is he? Or is he a god, like my Pan in the garden?" Later she decided that Geoffrey should come in May. "When' there are roses. And I'll have some people out." It. -was in May that Rose Acres just- ified its name. The marble Pan pip- ing on his reeds faced a garden a- bloom with :beauty. At the right, a grass walk led down to a sunken foun- tain approached by wide stone steps. It was on these steps that Marie - Louise sat one morning, weaving a garland. "I am going to tie it with gold ribbon," she said. "Tibbs got the laurel for me." "Who is it for?" "It may be for -Pan," Marie -Louise wore an air of mystery, "and it may not." She stuck it later on Pan's head, but the effect did not please her. "You are nothing but a grinning old marble deIl," she told him, and Anne laughed at her. "I hoped some day you'd find that out." Richard, arriving late that after- noon, found Mrs. Austin on the ter- race. "The young people are in the garden." she said;, "will you hunt them up?" (Continued next week.) THE HAPPY FAMILY "They do have such good times to- gether!" Little Mrs. Turner's eyes followed wistfully the disappearing figures of the MacDougall's, her neighbors` a- cross the way. 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To have her "It. is down the hall in the west t c wlu'g." , • "If I get lost it • will'. be my . b d h 1 ' adventure.'n Marie -Louise_ turned' std• took a own bath, a silk canopy over her good look, at this . girl 'who made so head, to know that breakfast would much eat of nothing," Then she said,he served when she rang for it, and 'Therese will show you. And you that her mail and newspapers would earl dress at once for dinner. I4 am be brought -,'these were unbelievable not going down." things. She had a feeling that if "Please do, I shall hate going a- she told Uncle Rod he would sake lone." his head over it. He had a theory "Why?" that luxury tended to cramp the soul. "Well, there's your father, you Yet her last thought was not of know, and your -mother. And I'm a Uncle Rod but of Richard. She had country mouse." • come intending to give 'him a sharp Their eyes met. Marie -Louise had opinion of his neglect of Nancy. But a sudden feeling that there was. no he had been so glad to see her, and gulf between them of years or of had given her such a good time. Yet authority. - she had spoken of Nancy's loneli- "What shall 11 call you?" she ask- nese. ed. "I won't say Miss W'arfield." "I hated to leave her," she said, "Geoffrey Fox calls me Mistress "bu'� it seemed as if I had to come." Anne." `Of cee_se," he agreed, with is "Who is Geoffrey Fox?" eyes on her glowing face, "and any - "He, writes books, and he is going how, she has Sullie." blind. He wrote `Three Souls.'" Marie -Louise, in the days that fol - 'Marie -Louise stared. "Oh, do you lowed, found interest and occupation know him? I loved his book. in showing the Country Mouse the "Would you like to know how he sights of the city. came to write it?" "If you want to see such things," "Yes. Tell me." she said rather grandly, "I shall be "Not now. I must go and dress." glad to go with you." Some instinct told ' Marie -Louise Anne insisted that they should not that argument would be useless. be driven in state and style. "Peo- "I'll dress, too, and come down. Is pie make pilgrimages on foot," she Dr. Dicky going to`"be•'at dinner?" told Marie -Louise gravely, but with a "No. He had to go back at once. twinkle in her eye. "I don't want to He is very busy." whirl up to Grant's tomb, or to the Marie -Louise slipped out of bed. door of Trinity. And I Like the sub - ``Therese," she called, "come and dress way and the elevated and the surface me after you have shown Miss War- cars." field the way." If now and then they compromised I Anne never forgot the moment of on a taxi, it was because distance entrance into the great dining -room. were too great at times, and other There were just four of them. Dr. means of transportation too slow. But Austin and his wife, herself and in the main they stuck to their orig- Marie-Louise. But for these four inai plan, and Marie -Louise entered there was a formali' y transcending a new world. anything in Anne's e perience, Carv- "Oh, I love you for it," she said to ed marble, tapestry, liveried servants, Anne one night when they came home a massive table with fruit piled high from the Battery after a day in in a Sheffield basket. which they had gazed down into the The people were dwarfed by the pity of the Stock Exchange, had lunch- room. It was as if the house had ed at Faunce's Tavern, had•circled the been built for giants, and had been great Aquarium, and ended with a divorced from its original purpose. ride on top of a Fifth Avenir,'bus Anne, walking with Marie -Louise, in the twilight. wondered whimsically' if there were It was from the top of the 'bus any ceilings or whether the roof that Anne forthe firsttime since she touched the stars. had come to New York saw Evelyn Mrs. Austin was supported by her Chesley. husband. She was a little woman She was coming out of a shop with with gray hair. She wore pearls and Richard. It was a great shop with a silver. Anne was in white. Marie- world-famous name over the door. Louise in a quaint frock of gold bro- One bought furniture there of a rare Dade. There seemed to be no color kind and draperies of a rare kind and in the room except the gold of the now and then a picture. fire on the great hearth, the gold of "They are getting things for their the oranges on the table, and the apartment," Marie -Louise explained, gold of Marie-Louise's gown. and her words struck cold against Mrs. Austin was pale and silent. Anne's heart. "Eve is paying for But she had attentive eyes. Anne them with Aunt Maude's money." was uncomfortably possessed with "When will they be married?" the idea that the little lady listened "Next October. But Eve is buying and criticized, or at least that she things as she sees them. I don't held her opinion in reserve. want her to marry Dr. Dicky." Marie -Louise spoke of Geoffrey "Why not, Marie -Louise?" Fox. "Miss Warfi,eld hinows him. "He isn't her kind. He ought to She knows how he came to write his have fallen in love with you." book." "Marie -Louise, I told you riot to Anne told them how he came to talk of love." write it. Of Peggy ill at Bower's, of "I shall talk of anything I please." the gray plush pussy cat, and of 'how, "Then you'll talk to the empty air. coming up the hall with the bowl of I won't listen. I'll go up there and soup in her hand, she had found Fox sit with that fat man in front." in a despairing mood and had sug- Merie-Louise'. laughed. '{'You're gested the plot. suc'i an old dear. Do you know how Austin, watching her, decided that nice you look in those furs " she was most unusual. She was beau- "I feel so elegant that I am asham- tiful, but there was something more ed of thyself. I've peeped into every than beauty. It was as if she was mirror. They cost a whole month's lighted from within by a fire which salary, Marie -Louise. I feel horribly gave warmth not only to helself but extravagant -and togetherhappy." it was to those about her. She was glad that he had brought then that Marie -Louise said, "I love her here to he with Marie -Louise: For the moment even his wife's pale beauty seemed cold. "We'll have Fox up," he said, when she finished her story. Anne was sure that he would be glad to come. - She blushed a little as she said it. Later, when they were having cof- fee in the little drawing -room, Marie - Louise taxed her with the blush. "Is he in love with you?" Anne felt it best to be frank. thought he was," "Don't ,you hive him " "No, Marie -Louise. And we must not talk about it. Love is a sacred thing." "I like to talk about it. In sum- mer I talk to Pan. But he's out now in the snow and his pipes are frozen." The little drawing -room seemed to Anne anything but little until she learned that there was a larger one across the ball. Austin and his wife went upstairs as soon as the coffee had been served, and -Marie-Louise led Anne through the shadowy vast- ness of the great drawing -room to a window which overlooked the river. "You can't see the river, but the light over the doorway shines on my old Pun's head. You can see him grinn- ing out of the snow." The effect of that white head peer- ing from the blackness was uncanny. The shaft of. light -struck straight aims the peaked chin and twisted Mettle The snow had made him a ost►•, Which covered his horn's and ' hiah gave him the look of a rakish old .t 1On. Q�h4< l i4 -Luise, do you talk to dna of 'leve a° -' "Yea. ' N + t l you see him in the egg' ' itllt:.44 pink roses back of bine He teet1W td get younger in the cpti- ga" "He acitt-Ease FOrr NI, Wen Leints ll''HJEUMATIC OR OTHERWISE SAYS: "WHEN JOINT -EASE GETS IN -JOINT AGONY GETS OUT." and in, iy't tna ''v ever NITA.e d :khat CreeVireY roi� camas .and -44st ,�' e-I.fonihs-' Gra tho at time. ' car''t deuce," old her•1: ¢ray eyestare bad, . and ,lt gs seem to w'o`lf you'll talk," slt4 said, "Ill ei at your feet and li'steui'" She Ni,id it literally, ::Oerched on a small gold. stool. "Tell me about your book," slie said, looking up at him.; "Anne War - field says that you wrote it at Bow- er's." "I wrote it because she helped nee to write. it. But she did more for me than that." His eyes Were following the shining figure. "What did she` do?" "She gave me a soul. She taught me that there was something in me that was not -the flesh and thee -- devil." " The girl on the footstool under- stood. "She believes in things, and makes you believe." "Yes." "1 hated to have her come," Marie - Louise confessed, "and. now I should hate to have her go' away. She calls herself country mouse, and I am showing her the eights -we go to corking places -on pilgrimages. We went to Grant's tomb, and she made trite carry a wreath. Mid we ride in the subway and drink hot chocolate in drug stores. "She says I haven't learned the big lessons of democracy," Marie -Louise pursued, "that I've looked out over the world, but that I have never been a part of it. That I've sat on a tower in a garden and have peered through a telescope.'' She told him of the play that she had written, and of the verses that she had read to the piping Pan. Later she pointed out Pan to him from the window of the big drawing room. The snow had melted in the last mild days, and there was an icicle on his nose, and the sun from across the river reddened his cheeks. "And there, everlastingly, he makes music," Geoffrey said, "on the reed which he tore from the river." It was a high-class pharmacist who saw prescription after prescription fail to help hundreds of his customers to get rid of rheumatic swellings and stiff, inflamed joints. , And it was this same man who as- serted that a remedy could and would be compounded that would make creaky, swollen, tormented joints work with just as much smoothness as they ever did. Now this prescription, rightly nam- ed Joint -Ease, after being tested suc- cessfully on many obstinate cases, is offered through progressive pharm- acists to the millions of people who suffer from ailing joints that need limbering up. Swollen, twingy, inflamed, stiff, pain -tormented joints are usually caused by rheumatism, but whatever the cause Joint -Ease soaks right in, through skin and flesh and gets right to and corrects the trouble at its source. emember Joint -Ease is for ail- ments of the joints, whether in ankle; knee, hip, elbow, shoulder, spine or finger, and when you rub it on, you may expect speedy and gratifying results. It is now Den sale at C. Aberhart's and druggists everywhere for ';:'i cents a tube. " `Yes, half a beast is the great god, Pan, To laugh as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for .the cost and pain, For the reed that grows nevermore again, As a reed with the reeds in the river." His voice died away into silence. "That is the price which the writer pays. He is separated, as it were, from his kind." "Oh, no," Marie -Louise breathed, "oh, no. Not you: Youe writings bring you -close. Your book made 7.4,1%rc'd y wit a Gaccol n g a Ow Man eel( ootlllnt fig Oa szEs4 ' C t D `ve Eche ttbl ilei •cc+I.. li t IS 130 arriCOXP 2s16.5flaslitmd : a8.27 alitlficoxgro. Egzwi,LoiNitli6.uopo.00d Hensel( Branch: l : RCO, Clinton Emma: '.ax . H. sin.. C tLiP�S, M Mnmageranager SruceirldlS ((sub -agency) : ®jars Tneedny and Setuele 7 me -cry." She was such a child as she stood there, yet with something in her, too, of womanliness. "When your three soldiers died," she said,- "it made me believe some- thing that I hadn't believed before - about souls marching toward a great -light." Geoffrey found himself confiding in her. "I don't know whether you will understand. But ever since I wrote that book I have felt that I must live up to it. That I must be worthy of the thing I had written." Richard, dancing in the music room with Anne, found himself saying, "Blow different it all is." "From Bower's?" "Yes." "Do you like it?" "Sometimes. And then sometimes it all, seems so big -and useless." The music stopped, and they made their way back to the little drawing - room. "Won't you me?" Richard never seem to She smiled. much to do." But she knew that it was not the things, to be done which had kept her from him. It was rather a sense that safety lay in seeing as little of him as possible. And so throughout the winter she had built about herself barriers' of reserve. Yet there had never been a moment when he had dined with them, or when he had danced, or when he had shared their box at the opera, that she had not been keenly conscious of his presence. "-And so you think it is all so big -and useless?" lie picked up the conversation where they had drop- ped in when the dance stopped, She nodded. "A house ling this isn't a home. I told Marie -Louise the other day thata home was a place where there was a little fire, with somebody on each side of it, and where there was a little table with two people smiling across it, and with a pot boiling and a woman to stir it, •and with a light in the window and a man coming home." "And what did Marie -Louise say to that?" "She wrote a poem about it. A nice healthy sane little poem -not one of those drehdful things about the ashes of dead women which I found her doing when I came." "How did you cure her?" "I am giving her real things to think of. "When she gets in a mor- bid mood I whisk her off to the gar- dener's cottage, and we wash and dress the bay and take him for an airing." Richard gave a big ltutu'gh. "With your head in the stars, you. have your feet always firmly on the ground." "I trgr, but I like to know that there areealways-stars~" . "No one could be near ,- you and not know that," he told her: gravely. It was a danger sign:'.'. She rose. "I have a feelingthat roll.: are neg- lecting etnneb•ade. You 1Yaa•,frsn'b••daanc- ed yet With fisc Cheslly," sit here and talk to said. "Somehow we find time to talk." "There is always so "Oh, Eve's all right," easily; "sit down." But she would not. She sent him from her. His place was by Eve% side. He was going to marry Eve. It was late that night when Marie - Louise came into Anne's room. "Ate you asleep " she asked(, {with ilhe door at a crack. "No." "Will you mind -if I talk." "No." Anne was in front of her open fire, writing to Uncle Rod. The fire was another of the luxuries in which she revelled. It was such a wonder of a fireplace, with its twinkling brasses, and its purring logs. She remember- ed the little round stove in her room at Bower's. Marie -Louise had come to talk of Geoffrey Fox., "I adore his eye -glasses." "Oh, Marie -Louise -his poor eyes." "He isn't poor,". the child said, pas- sionately, "not even his eyes. Milton was blind -and -and there was his poetry." - "Dr. Dicky hopes his eyes are get- ting better." "He says they are. That he sees things now through a sort of silver rain. He has to have some one write for him. His little sister Mimi has been doing it, but she is going to be married." "Mimi?" "Yes. He found out that she had a lover, and so he has insisted. And then he will be left alone." She sat gazing into the fire, a small humped -up figure in a gorgeous dres- sing gown. At last she said, "Why didn't you love him?" "There was some one else, Marie - Louise." Marie -Louise drew close and laid her red head on Anne's knee. "Some one that you are going to marry?" Anne shook her head. "Some one whom I shall never marry. He loves -another girl, Marie -Louise." "Oh!" There was a long silence, as the two of them gazed into the fire. Then Marie -Louise reached up a thin little hand to Anne's warm clasp. "That's always the way, isn't it? It is a short of game, with Love always flitting away to -another girl." CHAPTER XXI In Which St. Michael Hears a Call. It was in April that Geoffrey Fox wrote to Anne. "When I told you that I was corn ing hack to Bower's, I said that I wznted quiet to think out my new book, but I did not tell you that i fancied I might find your ghost flit- ting through the halls, or on the road to the schoolhouse. I felt that there might linger in the long front room the glowing spirit of the little girl who sat by the fire and talked to me of my soldiers and their souls. "And what I thought has come true. You are everywhere, Mistress Anne, not as I last saw you at Rose Acres llVll� f,' 111 cask Bee ['err tont li1esfiogo in silken attire, but fluttering before me 'in your frock of many flounces, carrying your star of a lantern through the twilight on your way to Diogenes, scolding me on the stairs - What days, what hours! And al- ways you were the little .school teach- er showing your wayward scholars what to do with life! "Perhaps I have done with it less than you expected. But at least I have done more with it than I had. hoped. I am lining my pockets with money, and Mimi has a chest of sil- ver. That is the immediate material effect of the sale of `Three Souls.' But there is more than the material ef- fect. The letters which I get from the people who have read the book are like wine to my soul. To think that I, Geoffrey Fox, who have frit- tered and frivoled, should have put on paper things which have burned into men's consciousness and have made them better. I could never have done it except for you. Yet in all humility I can say that I have done it, and that never while life lasts shall I think again of my talent as a little thing. "For it is a great thing, Mistress Anne, to have written a book. In all of my pot -boiling days I would nev- er have believed it. A plot was a plot, and 'presto, the thing was done! The world read and forgot. But the world doesn't forget. Nat when we give our best, and when we aim to get below the surface things and the shallow things and call up out of men's hearts that which, in these practical days, they try to hide. "I suppose Brooks has told you a- bout my eyes, and of how it may happen that I shall, for the rest of my life, be able to .see through a glass' darkly. "That is something to be thankful for, isn't ft? It is a rather weird experience when, having adjusted one's self in anticipation of a catas- trophe, the catastrophe hangs fire. Like old Pepys, I had resigned my- self to the inevitable -indeed in those awful waiting clays I read, more than once, the last paragraph of his diary. "And so I .betake myself to that course which it is almost as much as to see myself go into my grave; ,for :which, and all the discomforts that u -ill accompany my being blind, the good Cod prepare mel' "Yet Pepys kept his sight all the rest of his life, and regretted, I fan- cy, more than once, that he did not finish his diary. And, perhaps, 1, too, shall he granted this dim vision antil the end. "It seems to me that there are many things which I ought to tell you --I know there are a thousand things which are forbidden. But at least i can speak of Diogenes. I saw him at Crossroads the other day, much puffed up with pride of family. And I can speak of Mrs. Nancy, who is a white shadow of herself. Why doesn't Brooks see it? He was down here for a week recently, and he didn't seem to realize that anything was wrong. Perhaps she is always so radiant when he comes that she dazzles his eyes. "She and Miss Sulie are a pathetic pair. I meet them on the road on their errands of mercy. They are like two: sisters of charity in their long capes and little bonnets. Evi- dently Mrs. Brooks feels that if her son cannot doctor the community she can at least nurse it. The country folk adore her, and go to her for advice, ;so that Crossroads still opens wide its doors to the people, as it did in the days of old Dr. Brooks. "And now, does the. Princess still serve? I can see you with your blue bowl on your way to Peggy, and stopping on the stairs to light for me the torch of inspiration, And now all of this service and inspiration is being spilled at the feet of -Marie - Louise! Will you give her greetings and ask her how soon I may come and worship at the shrine of her grinning old god?" Anne, carrying his letter to Marie - Louise, asked, "Shall I tell him to come?" "Yes. I didn't *ant Flim to go a- way, but he said be lefua t --Fiat he couldn't write her. But It knew why Most people who suffer, either oc- casionally or chronically from gas, sourness and indigestion, have now discontinued disagreeable diets, pat- ents foods' and the use of harmful drugs, stomach tonics, medicines and artificial digestants, and instead, fol- lowing the advice so often given in these columns, take a teaspoonful or four tablets of Bisurated Magnesia it a little water after meals with the result that their stomach no longer troubles them, they are able to eat as they please and they enjoy much better health. Those w'ho use Bis- urated Magnesia never dread the ap- proach 'of meal time because They know this wonderful anti -acid and food corrective, which can be obtain- ed from any good drug store, will in- stantly neutralize the stomach acidity, sweeten the stomach, prevent food fermentation, and make digestion easy. Try this plan yourself, but 'be certain to get Bisurated Magnesia especially prepared for ston\aeh use. 'I he went, and you knew." - "You needn't look at me so re- proachfully, Marie -Louise. It isn't' my fault " "It is your fault," Marie -Louise ac- cused her, "for being like a flame,. Father says' that people hold out • their hands to you as they do to ' fire." "And what," Anne demanded, "has' - all this to do with Geoffrey Fox?" "You know," Marie -Louise told her bluntly, "he loves you and looks up to - you -and I -sit at his feet." There was something of tenseness :• in the small face framed by the red hair. Anne touched Marie-Louise's cheek with a tender finger. "Dear heart," she said, "he is just a man." For a moment the child stood very still, then she said, "Is he? Or is he a god, like my Pan in the garden?" Later she decided that Geoffrey should come in May. "When' there are roses. And I'll have some people out." It. -was in May that Rose Acres just- ified its name. The marble Pan pip- ing on his reeds faced a garden a- bloom with :beauty. At the right, a grass walk led down to a sunken foun- tain approached by wide stone steps. It was on these steps that Marie - Louise sat one morning, weaving a garland. "I am going to tie it with gold ribbon," she said. "Tibbs got the laurel for me." "Who is it for?" "It may be for -Pan," Marie -Louise wore an air of mystery, "and it may not." She stuck it later on Pan's head, but the effect did not please her. "You are nothing but a grinning old marble deIl," she told him, and Anne laughed at her. "I hoped some day you'd find that out." Richard, arriving late that after- noon, found Mrs. Austin on the ter- race. "The young people are in the garden." she said;, "will you hunt them up?" (Continued next week.) THE HAPPY FAMILY "They do have such good times to- gether!" Little Mrs. Turner's eyes followed wistfully the disappearing figures of the MacDougall's, her neighbors` a- cross the way. 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