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Phinie No. 91
, JOHN J. HOGGARD
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, Beattie amok Seats:nth, Ont.
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VETERINARY
JOHN GRIEVE, v.s.
Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin-
ary College. All diseases of domestic
animals treated. Calls promptly at-
tended to and charges moderate. Vet-
erinary. Dentistry a specialty. Office
and residence on Gederie'h Street, one
dooreastof Dr. Mackay's office, Sea -
forth.
• A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Gnatuate of Ontario Veterinary
College, University of Toronto. All
diseases of domeistic animals treated
by the most linodern, principles.
Charges `seasonable. Day or night
calls promptly, attended to. Office on
Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town
Hall. Phone 116. •
• MEDICAL
.. DR, E. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat.
Graduate in Medicine, University of
'Toronto.
'Late assistant New York. Opthal-
mel and Aural Institute, Moorecfleld's
Eye am! Golden Square Throat • Hos-
pitals, Loncton, Eng. Alt Commercial
•Hobelt !Seaforth, third Monday in -
each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.
StrViralerilett-Stnent; Sainte ,StrettfOrd.
DR. W. C. SPROAT
• Graduate of Enmity of Medicine,
University of Western Ontario, Lon-
don. Member of College of Physic-
ians and Surgeons of Ontaxio. ;Office
in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St.,
Seaforth. Phone 90..
•• ,DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY
Graduate Dublin University, Ire-
. land. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda. Hospital for • Women and
children, Dublin. Moe at residence
lately occupied by Mrs., Parsons.
Hours: 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 P•md
Sundays, 1 to pen.
. • ,Dit. F. a. BvitRowi
Office end residence Goderich Street,
east of the United Chunk Sea -
forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the
County. of Huron.
DR. C. MACK,AY
• C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin-
ity University, and gold medalist of
Trinity Medical College; member of
, the College of Physicians and Sur -
eons of 'Ontario.'
DR. H. HUGH ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto
Faculty Of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians "and 'Surgeons of
Ontario; 'pass graduate courses in
Chicago Clinical 'School of Chicago;
Royal °Whaler/1e Hospital, London,
Zeeland; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office -Bank of D� -
minion Bank, Seaforkih. Phone. No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria 'Street, Seaforth.
DR. S. R. COULTER
Graduate Faculty of Mecticistee Uni-
versity of Western Ontario. Member
College of Physicians and Surgeons
of Ontario. Post graduate work at
New York City Itoseital and Victoria
Hospital, London. Phone: Heusi%
56. Office, King Street, Hensall,
DR. J. A. MUNN
Graduate of Nortittrestern Univers-
Sty, 'Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal
College of Dental Surgeons, Torento.•
Office over Sills' Hardware, Main*St.,
tileatforth. ione 151.
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DR. F. J. BECHELY
Grachtate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. t
Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea -
forth. Phone: Office, 185 W; resi-
deice, 185 S.
CHAPTER XIII -
DANGERS IN GREEN
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BaileyH. •
amnassoinirarassa ,
- whipped in, the dark,, and then sud-
denly she began to cry. She was
Sot sure what she was crying 'about
-whether it was the loss of her lov-
er or the loss of her friend, or the
loss of the life which had been hers
when she lived with. Adelaide.
She got out of ,bed, and on' her
knees, flung -her arms across the cov-
erlet, her head bowed on them. She
had no prayer on her lips, bet there
was one in her heart. "Malle me
brave, make me brave. Don't let me
give !up for anybony the 'best that is
in me." ,
Back at Granitehead was the gay
room with its silken luxes% there
were the pearls which had sliPPed
like a white snake down Adelaide's
black ,goWn . . . there was the
big oar, and Parley and all the rest
of it . . there was Drew -
there was' 'her !frie,nel, . .
Here was a Pain rid house, an old
eat, an old woman for eornipany-----
Whee at 'last she threw herself en
ithe bed, she sank hi -to' deep slumber.
`She 'Was like a shipwrecked -sailor,
glad of any haven atter the storms.
The nextsmoroing she wrote a let,
ter to Mrs. Delafield and one to
Drew. There wee ee appeal in 'both
of them'! "V:mary seem foolish, Aunt,
Adelaide, but I had 'to do It. And'
I really love you and rmise you. Yet,
If I -should go bade you would think
it was because I wanted what you
ccatian.,t gyiyatie e. You -can see that,
To. Drees she poured out her heart.•
"My Darling, I 'know "you blame me;
but it was the only way. I shall'
wait for you here. And surely you
Will conue--everything speaks, of you,
and of our first days together."
IA week passed. and there was 'no,
ansiwer.' Another week. Joan. grew
restless. She wandered, over -tit
moor and doern to the shore, 'a 'grey
little wraith in foggy weather. Ev-
erywhere she seeened to hear Drew's
voice -in the Sigh of the winds, the
'beat of the waves:
•"Say that you love line, Joan • . ."
"But it has' -been only two weeks:"
"What has time to do -With you
At night she, could not sleep, and
Penelope, coming in, would find her
propped up on her Pillows, evide-etreil
and old 'Muff et 'ileading on the cover -
salty dear, irate. to see -you SO un-
happy." I •
"I didn't )know it would be so-
, .
:The thing happened, Penelope
Soars often said, likes a miracle. On
the third !Week in August a telegram
Caine. to the laet of her payieg guests,
apprising 'them of the death of a rehe
ative. TheYpacked and went at once.
Penelope was left, therefore, high and
dey lat her great house on the -bluff
with no one 'to keep her company.
She cared little for that, ;however,
and with characteristic energy decid-
ed to begin her fall housecleaning.
She would strip the beds, take no:
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was like wine, with the lung on
unon in it. She felt the uplift of
as: she Went busily from roots),
roone, the old cat, •Muffet, at her f
and a dancing, prancing quartette
kittens folls9Wing after. •
Mullet, the cat, leaped to -the
to, escape the mad rioting of her
spring. "Even old IMluffet has 'so
thing which belongs' to her,"
Penelope's envious', thonght, "end
hare , nothing. . .1'
'From down'staire came the chi
of the hall clock, 9 have nothing
have nothing . • . ." was the s-
it Made in 'Penelope's .ears.
' She -wrenched herself away fr
her morbid moecl. "It's • striki
twelve, 1VIuffet. Come on. down
welt halve 'liana -there's ,eold ft
for you and the kittens." ,
The :pussy eats made .a royal in
of it and linked their *ups aft
wards and washed thele faces a
slept in a rapturous heap in front
the kitchen stoore. Penelope ate I
tie, , and ' when she had washed 11
ew dishes, she still felt tnibearale
the emptiness 'of the 'house, She p
se her sweater and (went 'into
garden. The day was still dull evi
he greyness of the fog, all the wor.
wae thealviy with wt, the bright co
I'S of the flowers were blurre
There was a salt fragrance in the a
rud a stillneSS. Now and then fro
ar away came the muffled sound.
he fog horns, like the cries
trarige beasts. •
1Peivelotue-tet haraelf istertery• to - t
weeping of dead leaves from; t
abb. And it was' while she ewes)
hat a ,car stopped 'at the gate.
Sho could See only the outline' Is
use of the mist. Fear cars Moto
d otter the rough roads through t
(nest From the snort of the engin
e, decided it ora,s the station ta
rom, the nearest town.
She 'went ,towards the gate, an
,ret the rush of a -slender figua
hich taught at 'her with eag
hands. "Mrs: -Sears . . ."
"Jean Dssidley!"
'Pim running away' from ever
ody. You told' me I might come -
ay Stay with you a 'bit?"
"My dear child . . . you ma
tay ferever."
In a moment Penelope's werl
awed! -The frig was fOrgotte
oan's breathless explaseations who
ey. had dierrissed the taxi, the a
st aching charm of her in her gr
oat and violet 'hat, the child -like con
dence.with which he 'crept into. Pen
opers arms and cried on her shou
r, came 'after the desolate mornin
e habit ,to a wound. •
They 'went finally- into the warm
tehen, and Penelope made a cup o
a. "The chances are you haven
ten a thing," the said, and set fort
Ice and cream en cheese and bread an
Joan protested. "I'm not hungry:
"You know you are. Ran t
ur old room and' take off 'your con
d by the time you come down 'th
ater will he boiling."
Upstairs the fog was rolling a
inst the shut windows., Joan sto-o
vi
still, with vain knocking at he
east, . . Drew . . . Drew
. . She wondered if .sbe had been
se to come' to this -place with al
melroories.
When she went downstairs she tel
or story with Penelope sitting on th
her side of the 'kitchen table, sym
thetic and understanding.
"ll had to get away," Joan Said
u don't blame me, do You?,"
"You should have come before." .
"If they care foi Me," Jean said
hey won't let me go. And I could
keep my self -'respect and line with
nt Adelaide. Nancy Hallam told
I was as mercenary as any of
them, I don't think that is true. I
ally love my aunt."
'And :you think Mr. Reliant wil
low you?" •
t'011, mustnejX, he cares."
Penelope's hesic was shaken. "Dear
rnillif,e";he said, "how Ii 'Jo you know
t.joan looked' at her with' troubled
es. "Do you mean you think he
'I think you mustn't • eispeet too
filch of him,"
'But is it too iintich to 'helve 'him
nit me for myself?"
"Too much, 'perhaps, for a man like
Drew Hallam:"
oan had said nothing about Gilem
rmiger. There was, really, she told
self,' nothing to sty. As she un -
eked her belongings in the late af-
moon she came 'across the little
k he had given her, the 'history of
eibehead. That had been the real
ginning of their frienidshin---and
it was ended. Becauee he had
led. Yet had he failed? There
been no -word of his 'Which a
rried 'man Smight not have.'said to
. And he had been wise and helps
setting himself to understand her
'Mons. false felt however, that she
not warn to see him) --things
old be different' . . !with his
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*hem She ,went to bed that night.
the fog had cleared' 'and the stars
were bright. !Old iMluffet sat on the
sill and looked at the eters. Joan
was glad of the cortrupianionet:tip of
the little cat, "Lovely !thing,' she
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iisseseeteitsverlesseeteltieeseseesiessessie
hard."
"'We never knew . . ." ,
"Sometimes I think I'll go back on
any tern's. . . ." •
"No," Penelope said, sternly, "nev-
er that." ,•
"Well, Pliehot very brave:"
!"Yeat
'are braver than you think."
"I shouldn't have teeneliere•to bur-
den you with my"troubles."
"'My dean my arms have 'been
empty. You can't knew Whet having
you means to me. . . ."
The bond between them grew very
close. Penelope; wisely, packed the
days full. Joan -helped with the
!housecleaning; tere was old linen
to mend -and new linen to mark, and
then to be laid 'on shelves sweet with
little bags of rose leaves, there were
Shines to be hung on the litre in the
fragrant air., lOvely old quilts anti
hand-woven 'blankets there were
diehes to be taken down from the
three -cornered cupboard's, and weelh-
ed and put back again. -"Row many
years I have done all this. But then,
that's life, doing things over and ov-
er again." ••
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The evenings were thee worst.. Not
the early -part of them in front of
the, great fire in the living room
with the kittens playing mad games
with each other ;and old' Muffet watch-
ing, Joan usually read aloud, at this
time, but 'about nine, o'clock Pene-
lope would grow sleepy. "If I go to
bed what will you do with yourself,
Joan?"
"Go to bed, too," Joan would say,
with false cheerfulness, "I'll get a
book."•
,
IPenelope had a library which she
had ' inherited from 'her Rea -captain
erandrfather. 'He had had a nice lit-
erary taste, (but the value put upon
his books is later years by colle-ctors
would have seemed to him incredible.
He had bought first editions not be-
eauRe evertylboefy else was doing it,
hut' because when ,he liked a poet or
novelist he had been eager to read
at once what he had to say. Thus it
happened that in the dark, high hook
cases were treasures over which Joan
eloated. There was Great Expecta-
tions, for example, three volumes in
the -original purple cloth. "I won-
der," she said to Penelope. "if you
know how emelt you could get for
-Te
this?" e -
"I don't want 'to sell," said Pene-
lope. shortly.
"Thexels a bookseller in dranite-
head," Joan stated, "who would' be
simply mad about these. His name
is 'Giles Armi ger."
'It was the first time she had spok-
en to 'Penelope of Giles. But now
she told of the two shops. and of
Scripps and the lassie gull. "It is
really like something out of a story,"
she said, and stopped here. '
"But as she -read the did books, she
thought More and more of Giles. He
had seemed' absorbed in his shop.
Was he as absorbed in his wife.?
And was he happy? Perhaps he was
not and had found, in his collecting,
an engrossing occupation which eas-
ed 'his heart.
af only she, too, might find some
interest as engrossing, and which
might release her from her sense of
obligation to Penelope. And it was
with this in mind that she said, one
morning to IVIrs. Sears: "You're e
dear and A deeding. 'But I Must get
something to do. 'I ean't be a bur-
den."
"You're not a burden."
sonetn't accept everything. And
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should -like Wolin" r.
"Whit wield 'you do?"-•
"'Once upon a time I taugt school -
I echild do it again!' • .
"There's only one School near here
and the womiare who has it needs the
mcnnY• Iner husband was killed' in
the war." •
"Perhaps,' could go -away and 'find
e place. 2' -
"Are you so tired of me?"
Then, when, Joan had ceased, to
hoPe came a letter front Adelaidin
ininSine that by this -time you -
have repented your'precipitation. I
sail for France late' 'in October. The
Hallanes go with Me. 1 thiek you
'have treated Drew very badly. If
you ask him- to forgive yeu he will
take you back, and I will overlook'
what has happened. You cannot ex-,
Tett him to do more than. this. He.
and I bane talked it Over. If, how-
ever, you persist in having your own
way 'I ant eendieg enebenun which
will. tide you over, until you can sap -
port yourself. You cannot, of course
expect Mrs. (Sears to provide for you
forever.
!When Joaseluished reading the let -
tar she eat for a long time starting
at it. Then she left the house and
went into thewoods.
'September had came, and the trees'
were gore -earl's in their red and' 'gold.
There. was, too,' the rich green; of
the pines, and between the black
trunks a vista -of th,e sea,, darkening
to deep blue under the clear, Tool
Sky.
Joan, treading -with light feet on
brittle leaves and brown needles Came
to the ;place where sire had danced
with Drew. Here -he the moonlight
--,in her silver slippers, . . . Here
he had said: "I want you beautiful
'always . . for me . . for
erly kisses."
Oh, how much had he meant of it?
He, who had 'let her aunt write. Who
had talked it elver in cold blood and
-had been sure of Adelaide's forgive-.
ness before be dared. offer his. own?
She had only to say, "Pau sorry" and
he would be here -beside her, and they
would ride down to the sea, and
thiegs would be .SS they had been be -
Titre.
-But would they ever be as they
'had been *before? If she gave in,
would her doubts be stilled? Might
she not go back to find more heart-
ache's, snore humiliations?
!She 'sat dawn onea fallen log and
considered it. She was' torn by her
ixidbeisions;' She wanted him - she
'rented Drew. Oh, why should she
care -for anything except to see bins?
When at last she rose a";tnend of
recklessness was upon' her, What did
pride Matter, or s'elf-'respect? The
thing .she -had to do was to tell Drew
to come to her. 'Happiness was of
the moment. Why Should she grasp
it?
As She stood for a moment by the
fallen log, half -screened "by the un-
,derbruals, she saw coming through the
woods two children. One of them, a•
slender lad, razzied a:basket. He
wore a red sweater 'and his head was
hare. The -girl who ran along beside
him was younger. 'Her -sweater, too,
was red -and her head bare. Bath of
them had crowns of thick curled hair.
' They were not aware of Joan's.
presence, and she -watched 'them -With
curiosity. They stopped in the open
space where Joan had' danced with
Drew. The boy set down 'his basket
and began to strip pine plumes from
ir young tree. --The-girl made wreaths
of them. When they were finished
the boy'produced freen the basket two
green tunics of cotton cloth and the
'children put them • on over their
sweaters. They, sat on the grcsond
and took off their shoes and stock-
ings. Then rising, they began to
dance.oan
j
watched them in amazement.
There was a certain grace in ishat
they did, bee;ge of their youth and'
ardour. But/hey knew only a few
cdue steps. .They stamiped' and turn-
,ed,e Utterly unconscious of an thing
except the' joy of the moment.)
She found herself wanting to join
them. Yet she hesitated to intrude
on their idyll. They had come to be
alone, the presence, of 'an onlooker
might !seem an. affront.
At last, however, when they ceas-
ed' for a moment, she emerged from
'behind her screen, and) spoke to them
with an easy air. "May I , have '
wreath," she. said, , "and' may I
dance?" •
They stared at her. "Where did
you come frogs?," the boy demanded.
She smiled. "I like in a tree."
"You don't! . . ."
But the girl beliervedeher. "Mother
says there are dryads.''
dryaid. . . . who- had called
her that. . . • •Ciles? '
'The boy took off his wreath and
handed it to her. "Cilia will snake
me another."
1,Tehrs -went 'behind the leafy screen
and removed her ;shoes and stock-
ings. 'When she came back she wore
the wreath. "Now," she said, `Tm
ready.”
The rboy 'gazed at, her admiringly.
•
"How nice you look.' But I don't be-
lieve you live in a tree."
("Don't I?" ;the began to hum a
tune and to sway to it. "Come on,"
she said, and reached out a hand to
'both of them,
Her feet were white as milk, the
pine needles Were warm under them.
The dance into which she drew the
children was wild and rhythmical.,
They loved it.
IVtilhert they stopped, ineathless,
they cried; ;"Do you know any
mere? Do you ktrow any snore?'
She reached for their hands again,
and, feather -light, the three of them
circled, ofieeke glowing, eyes bright.
When they stopped again, the little
girl said 'with her arms extended:
"Isn't life-loiely?"
Joan stood and looked at hese "Do
you think it is?"
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"Ifileaoren'e -how' historteoll." •
ores.. :woe , proud Of oar bloo
But mother says were changelings;
"What does. she mean by that?"
. John eind I went to lie- gyp
eies. Forest people. Theta.- are the
tunics we •wore in a pageant M town
Most of the. .etacken wented b
waves of the sea and things lilt
that. But we didn't. We asked t
be pine trees, and, we were dresse
like this only our sweaters were&
under them. Mother made us prom
Ise to -day that we'd keep on on
eweateres., nine she's too busy t
have as • take cold. iShe" feanhes
school, and that makes her busier."
"Is Used to teach school myself,'
Joan Said, "I'd like to meet yam
'mother.", • . .
"I thought yen lived in a -tree,"
the boy challenged, his fees lighted.
OWell,. I'd' rather live • in a tree."
"So would. we, so would viers -Me
children sane together.
They said "Good-bye," at last, and
When they 'had Walked on a bit they
turned and waved. 'The sun hen- gone
down and purple shadows filled the
weed. The two children in their
wreaths of pine were charming in
ethrae.,,pa:e '
Joan called after Ahern, "in the op -
"Yoh look Me Hamel and Gretel,"
. • -
• "We've never seen an opera."
"Next time teach yeti one of
the :'sorigs, . ."
'When Joan went back' to the house
she asked 'Penelope about the little
dancers:. "They're a ettindy pair, but
with -such' imaginations. Their mother
is .the woman I spoke about who
teaches the-Sehool. ',She is very
brave and ibeautiful. When her hes-
bend died, the boy was a baby and
the little girl was not born. Life
has 'been !very hard for her, yet she
hard' -
fleas."
be lifted above the hard-
, .
Joan elid not speak of Adelaide's
letter. She felt that she Indust intak
her decision without any help from
Penelope.' After stamen she ,went
again- into the wood. The trees were
Sighing; and the Sky swept by the
wind was !bright With stars. -They
showedabovethe tree tons, and jean
standipg,„m the elearing • where
and Drew had .i.fariiied-,-Tdelied• up- at
hem, In the faint light, her figure
n the dark cloak was hidden, but her
See showed white; A silver coin,
tgain,st the night. ,
Then, suddenly, she beard a voice
peaking: "Joan, Joan, my darling,"
TrCt there was a rustle of dead leaves.
She turned , and. saw 'hint in the
tarlight. Diew had come back to
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cerer the moor, to the Sea, 'Ile l'ea
state- ttf exaltation, tho ww14 4@groft4
to Jean 'like 'vast, vaulted eathdra1.;
e Wanes, the eigh4A0 vv414A0 the 4010e"
s Of celestial. music; 'the deep biper
o of the canopied night?, hho cOrtain
d.. whiele shut them into a holy pivot. .
t "Do you rememlber,N she. aeleed,
- "what we paid when We last stood
t here together?*
o On a muted note, he sent out the
calf: "We -are eoming agaiii-We are
coming again! . • . ."
"And we are ;beep. Oh, Drew, hew
• . wonderful!"
He spoke • then of that first. day
in the fog, Arid she saw him riding
beside tier„ splendid 'an a king. And
he was splendid., All she had beet!
thinking of him had' been unjust. Her
41.(YIuCtwas fled.-,,,
It time !before they
came to practical things. "Do you
think Mrs.' Sears can put me up for -
the night?"
"Of Course. You can have your
old, racial NO one is her but the
two of us." "
The windows, of the house as they
turned towards it seemed 'against the
blackness of the forest,' like' golden
rectangles suspended in space. As
they opened the deer, the warmth of
She grate •fire tent thein. Penelope
had put on fresh loge., ."I was afraid
you'd be half frozen, Joan. 1, told
Mi. Hallam where heowent for you to.
'CHAPTER XIV
THE SIGN AND THE SEAL
Joan, following the voice -its the
dark, said uncertainly: 'Drew?"
She heard hint come crashing
through a 'barrier of underbrush
Which divided them. In another
moment he had her in his arms. "My
sweet! . ."
She 'said breathlessly; "How -did
you know . . . I was here?"
!The old .woman told me."
"Penelope?"
The wind was beating its , way
strongly through the wood. The,
branches of the pines swung back
and forth above their heads. The sky
SeOs bright with clearness., From far
away they could hear the roar Of the
surf. It seemed to Joan that all in
a moment her world had changed.
Her heart sang with the wind and
waves'? •
.She whispered: "It's too good to
be true,"
"Have you wanted roe?"
"Mere- than I can tell." •
He led her to a fallen log and they
sat down. Her head was in the 'hol-
low of 'his shoulder, the starlight
showed her face White as a flower.
"I can't tell you how I've wanted
you, Joan. couldn't get away from
the thought of you. . . ." •
'Why didn't you write? . . ."
"Oh . . !I was a fool . .r1
"Was it because you tvantcd to
please Ault Adelaide more than' you
wanted to-spleese me?"
'She had come, uncomfortably near
the truth, but he wouldn't admit it.
"No, it was not. Listen, dearest. • I
tried to get her not' to send that let-
ter. She couldn't talk about' any-
thing else 'but how you had treated
her. think she wants you back.
Only she. Won't give in. She insists
that you owe both of' us an apology
. ." There was silence fo'r a
moment, then he 'said softly: "But I
knew .11 was the one to apologize
• . . I'm sorry, Joan."
She clung to him in the dark. "Why
should we talk of forgiveness, new,
my dear?"
''He enlarged o*n Adelaide's state of
•
mind. "She Rimply raved when she
found you'd left her."
"I know, She had Farley pack up
all my belongings- and sent them af-
ter me . . . In the letter got
the other clay she said if I returned
anything ehe'd imea it."
"She meant it, too, But I think
I'm smoothing 'her down, gradually.
I have a real influence with 'her, Joan,
She likes me and she likes Nancy,
and she loves you, my sweet, I'm sure
of it. But she loves having her own
way better."
The !Hlallams had, it seemed', been,
with Adelaide most of the time since
Joan'e departure, first , in Granite -
head then in New York. "And we
are invited down, to her big houhe in
Baltimore. You lived- there, didn't
you,?"
"Yee. She gave me a party when
I first came, to introduce m'e to her
friends, was scared stiff, Drew.
A I-1 strangers. I went down into the
di -awing room; before the other ' peo-
ple arrived. There was a long
ror at one end, and '1 Sew myself in
it, It wee like seeing 'somebody else.
• anrs'atireertkO. ,
aegeenees 'ateeethe '
'APO of, fOods tn
eds ha,fre no mi*Jer
is
ethers' must nitradeur::::rpeiZoodstatkolp,smer,
the filrannee94412t'ul.7thtlic.vriis4146`47hoir-
ualized in vale°, there Catinn se Se
-ts •
(mho. irruproieeimelit ,
.tahealdilleuligttedtaeedreon '8,11:19.ite.arvv'igdSla.uolrgrillt'de"Pt41..WaAal-Kel'.6ta92::;
Mir factorieswould start an
universal Menke. But it intik*.
differencenif price of live'
were (but '$2 a hundred td'the *040'efser
lege worker,. He codicil -ft 1414 Ofpor..NZr!
cause' the fernier Couldrep-arifo,rdt-144---,.
employ him. Don't run awaY
the idea that the farmer does not :
employ the worker who may be ,4•• ,'••4
painter, a printer et a bricklayer. n:t
the farmer -does not employ thesene
artisans he does employ some other',
werker who does &Money the nudes- • °
people, Trade is an endless, chaineess
no stronger than its weakest 'link.
Which at present is the tarmer-the,
than who feeds all. .
'Feed, and clothing and 'shelter are'
bring non, back as soon as Pesel11-4'!" the. three essentials eg leumlan
1-1,allam laughed. "This is as s,00n
as possible." The drop in the. prices Of these ace .
Penelope had set a sinsiall table in
front of the fire. mI've 'made cof-
fee." she stated, "and I am going
to leave you to drink it. You'll have
a let to talk' about." ---: -
'Hallam 'stood on. his feet until she
went away. He treated her with
eourtesy, but sire knew he did not
consider her in hie class. To him
she was the boarding house keeper.
Yet she knew 'herself as the descend-
ant of men better than he.
. As she went upstairs, Penelope told
herself that this visit of Hallarres
§.11g..,had need-
ed only a look at Joan as ,
came in to know that Drew had made
out a case for him:nein "He would,
of course," said the wise old woman,
as she Made pp the bed in the west
wing. "but it will always be her sin-
cerity against his, shallowneas al-
ways his --materialism against the fine-
ness of her spirit." ,•
When Penelope had left them,
Dra'w's eyes rested- on jean with de-
light. '"I like your dress and the
way the wind has blown your hair."
"It's an old dress." •
"But the, grey is charming -with
Isos-e ivory beads. You are, like a
little nun."
"I'm net a nun."
"Thank heaven."
He made her sit beside -him While
he drank his coffee. Joan ate and
cirank nothing.. ,She leaned against
I'
im, looking in the fire while he
C
alked to her. 'He told 'her that he
had motored up. That Adelaide had
gone don to her old house in Balti-,
more to get things reddy for her de-
arture in October. Nancy was ,vis -
ting frjends in the mountains. "Se.
took this oppOrtu•nity. Neither of
hem knew that I came." •
"Didn't Aunt Adelaide?"
"No. Why should she?"
Joan 'said earnestly; "I•shouldhave
iked it better."
"But it wouldn't have been politic.
We'll have to humour her, dearest.
he's old and obstinate. And there's
,o reason why we should rub her the
rong way."
There was a flush on Joan's cheeks,
ut she was silent. And after it
oment, Drew bent 'clown to her,
"Would it hurt you dread-
ully to eat humble pie?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you could write her a letter,
eying that . , • .perh'aps you
-ere wrong . . It would satisfy
er and it wouldn't hurt you in the
att. I've told her over and over
gain, that I have no grievance. But
he won't 'give in. And she has -made
p her mind that you can't come
ark except on her terms."
"I shall never go ;beck except on
y own. . . ."
"Joan!' . . ." 'he put a Anger
nder -:
her chin and made her look
'him. "You care mere for your
Ode than you do for ore."
"It isn't that. 'It's something fun -
mental."
"Just what do you mean byeefun-
ieenstatih?at
Can't give in to Aunt
elelaide -because she has ,
oney. If she hadn't any, I wouldn't
ens to beeesel 1 ing Myself."
IFIe rose and moved restlessly 'about
e room. Joan's eyes followed. She
It suddenly very isolated on hes'
w bench in' front of the fire . .
if :91se were on an island with all
bout her raging waters of cot:tro-
t-ay. Yet neither of them had said
word. It was 'merely that their
inde were in opposition, their argu-
ents beating in their 'brains.
At last Drew canoe hack and stood
'king down at her. "There's an -
her way Out," he said slowly.
"What way?"
He drew her up to him. "Shut
ur eyes, while I say it."
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She obeyed and he brushed a fin.
ger across her clesed lids. "Listen
ren sweet. I want you to marry me
-tosmorrow."
Her eyes flew open. "To-mor-
ro•w?"
"Bert why?"
"Why not? If you are my wife
nothing can ever come betweep us."
"Oh., a thoesand things. And' I
want to knew you are mine . .
mine . ."
She felt 'herself yielding to the
spell of his wooing. "But Drew -e---"
cording rtO published ',groivernmerital
figures is 51.6. That means a big
increase for, the man who has a job
based on wage scales' of 1929. 'It • ,
likewise meens as 'big a &create "fir es
the farmer, the man in Canada who ttn.
employs us all.
There is the problemi. Children'. .
- •
and men' and women in wont -hun-
gry. The farms bulging with feed „
which cannot be bought.
'Something must be done -and done
quickly.
WIT AND -WISDOM'
• '
It is hard to combine the attitude
of worship with the intellectual in-'
tegrity of' scientific investigation. -
The Archbishop of York.
IA. bishop in gaiters looks like Pick-
wick at a -funeral.-The Bishop of
Hong Kong.
The world has moved so rapidly
in the last fifty years that the whole -
of human experience avails us but
little to -day. -Mr. 'Clement Davies,
1VLP.
n (.4
A contract 'bridge tournament bk
radio between players in London and .
.New York is 'planned' for early next
year. 'Hands across the sea, -1-• Ot-
tawa Journal.
It's 'beyond uOr If the People weuld, '
spend tour billIon„ everybody .weuld
prosper; if the governmeet spends
four billion, everybody .is noorer.--
Robert Quillen. •
Old' Aesop's famous fable is being
reversed in the Norfolk county Wolf ,
controversy by skeptics who assert
that the animal is merely a sheep in
wolf's clothing. -London Advertiser.
LONDON AND WINGHAM
South.
tem
1.55
2.11
2.23
130
Wingham
Bel -grave
Blyth
Lendeshoro
Clinton 348
Brucefield 3.27
Kippen 3.35
Bernell 3.41
Exeter 13.55
North,
• a.m.
Exeter 10.42
Hensall 10.66
MPPe'n I ., 11.01
Brucefield • 11.09
Clinton 11.54
Londesbor,p 12.10
Blyth 12.1n
Belgrave 12.30'
Winghara 12.59
C. N. R.
East.
Goderieh
Clinton
Seaforth
Dublin
Mitchell
West,
Dublin
Seat oeth
Clinton
Goderich
• • ,
a.m.
6.4.5
7.08
7.22
7.83
7.42
11.19
11.84
11.50
12.10
Ii. P. R. TIME TABLE
East. „
nine
2.30
3.00
3,1g •
3,31
3,43
9,32
9.45
9.59
10.25,
a.m.
Goderich 6.50
Men set 5,65
McGaw . , 6.04
Auburn 6.11,, .
Blyth 6.25
Walton 6.40 •
McNaught . . 6.52
Toronto 1025'
West.
Toronto,
'MieNaught
B.Wlytalthiya
tirAuelsouarnw
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IVrecTe7it
Goh 1246
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