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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1936-08-28, Page 711" ,44 ' 4 4 AA. AA ' 0 `v IdE.GAIA • . ilATS NEM • SeCeeedint`R. S. Halre . Benietere, Solid/wee Coerieyaneers . one NabariesubIc. Solicitore for 0.40 Pentildell Bank. Office in irea e a the ramelnion Bank, Seaforth. Money to Wale ;" I .4AdsAmlualoatuinAose,/./..AAmArtasna.A.AANAvaseinst=ex,o4n • ..,47,;'gr:lq:).V:;'N:;W),ir'....•••'''''''''')V"k•'11,'''.•••„''At'A • JOHN H. BEST Law. Office • P. J. BoLSBY Aesociate in Oharge DaliisbeTs, Solicitors, Notaries, itc. Seam*, Olat. : Tedeptinme 75. ELMER D. BELL, RA. Barrister & Solicitor Otos of late F. Hob:Meted, (Next A. D. •Sutheadand) Mondays, Thursday and Exidays. Over Keating's Drug Store. 8571z52 VETERINARY ,BY G. • M. ATTEIN.p9ROpp.H.: ". o (Continued from last week) "01h, 'Mae Twig," she whispered in the stilinese, "it is es theugh we had reached Paradise, And the good God should detach Himself from !His Saints- and say, 'Ah, you have arriv- ed! St. Peter has Spoken to me about you. You love That which is eld? Everything here is much older than even the beginnings of ethe world you have just left. Let me take yteu round-lquite tout seals," Slhe advanced ,a ktble way into the first lovely ehaimber of this fifteenth century house, reared by a Benedic- tine abbot. "I don't think it has ever been so thrilling to be tout seuls beeore. That troll round Paradise is the only par- allel. We must stay here all nigtht leug, mustn't we?" "Paradise will be very wonderful," said- Mr. • Twig, "if it has lonelier things than I shall .ehow you here. I will find you some keyse-pure jewels in their craftsmanship -that cannot be veryfar behind the .kens of St. Peter himself." " A.nd these. knockers!" cried Sam- ela.' "Are !there any doors lovely 'en- ough for them? But ,oh, how they grieve mel In Florence, when you went to see a friend, .Sirritonetta, per- haps, you knocked with a laSocker like this. And to -day you press a white button. White butbon.s, are too tragic " • 'Do not think of- them, little one, in the Musee Cluny. But first of all let erne see hew lily little repair to a Van Opstal ivory is withstanding the years. You don't know very much about ivories little .one. Put on your school•seneek and .let me give you a MEDICAL JOHN GRIEV:E, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic anianals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Godexich Street, one door east of Dr. Jarrott's office, Sea - forth. A. IL CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of 'dormestie animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day OT night calla promptly attended to. Offite on Main Street, Hensalle opposite Town Hall. Phone, 116. Breeder of Scot- tish Terriers. Inverness Kennels, Hensall. DR. GILBERT C. JARROTr ••• Graduate, of Faculty of Medic:lie, University of Western Onterib. Mean- ber of College of Physiciane and Seirgeons of -Ontario. Office, 43, Gode- rich Street, "Weed Phone 37. Successor to Dr. Charles Mackay. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of . Medicine, Unirersity of •Western Ontario, Lon- don. ' Member of College of dens and Surgeons of Ontario, Office Aberhart's .Drug Store, Main 'Ste Seaflortih. Phone 90. DR. F. J. BURROWS .. Office and residence, Goderieh St., • mist of the United Church, Seadarth. Phone 46, Comener for the County of Huron. DR. HUGH H. ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- , lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate course in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; Royal Opthaernie Hospital, London, England; University Hoepital, Lon- don. England. Offiee-Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls aneviered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. ' DR. E. A. McMAS.TER Graduate of the University of to- , ronto, Faculty of Medicine e" • Member at College of Physicians and •Surgeons. of Ontario; graduate of _New York -Prist Graduate School and ee Lying-in Hospital,. New York. Of- . Ace on High Street, Seaforth. Phone 27. Office hilly equipped for Remy diagnosis and ultra short wade elec- tric treatment, 'Ultra Violet Sun Lamp trentmeens, and Infra Red electric treatments. Nurse in attendance. . • DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat 'Graduate in 'Medicine, University Teionto. • , • 'Late assistant New York Opbhal- mei and Aoral Inatiturbe,„ Moorefield's Eye and Golden Squat* •Throat Hos- • pitals,.11ondon Eng. At Oommercial Seafortie third Wednesday in each month, from 1,30 perm to 4.30 lame 58 Watbeele Street., South, Stott- . ford. Nest visit, ;September 16th. ' DR. DONALD G. STEER Graduate of. Faculty Of Medieine, University la 'Western Ontario. Mem- ber :of College of Physicians 'and Surgeons of Ontarice Full equip - :Went, including an .eltra Meat wave •eet. Mee King Street, Hensel'. Phone Hereon 56. DENTAL -- Dr. J. A. MeTAGOART Graduate Royal) Oillege of Dental Sturgeons, Toronto. Offiee at Bermall, " Ont. Phone 106. AITCTIONEERS , HAROLD DALE Lieerised Auetioneie , • Speelitlitt it • futile jindkareeeeetThia tales. Prteee reirrehable. Pee dates Wed infenneltion, ferrite be Pleete Hide 6141 Melte Phone 149, Seatottle deeply M Thentliesitertillidei lesson.. Ale here they are. Now lis- ten well,iand remember that a -mere Ettlo scholar does net interrupt." • 'Though :they did not quite- •pars the night there it Was very late indeed when they...emerged.- POT w -hen once. the Cluny had clutched Mr. Tvvig; he had no more idea of time .and the world than an early 'saint in the ecs- tasy- o.fea -mystical • adoration. They book beth tlhe Louvre and the Luxeinibiourg in pill-bbx sections, sandwiched in between, Visits to all Mir. Twigs old friends -when Sam- ela, much feted, was teed that with 'such French she could: not possibly be English -and many .11ittle excure sines isp; and down the grey Seine which afforded iSanielathe most in- fectioue amusement though the in- junction il est .;ciefenche do parler au .pilote tantalised her dreadfully. And they.epent endlesstime at the cafes on the pavements, Samela with her .cioffeein a tall glass and Mr. Twig with his petit cogriae and syphon. . 'Mr. Twig, with his big slaft hat on Ibis knee, an'd his beard just barbed to the true Parisian apex. was delig4ht- full with the waiters. They all 'hov- ered about him., in their white aprons and 11:pleek coats, running out Teem the bit 'of territory to .which• they were really alletted to catch the end Of 'a little .joke 'coneeivedin his best vein, or the beginning be. a 'reminisc- ence which he alone bel.d, .u,p his mem, ory-sleeve. Roy had rated him .too humbly, • Samela decided, . as she wetehed him proudly, when the 'made thine merely El 'Greco's -doctor. He was Greco's Due de Benaviente just beginning to grow • old -at Carwtick there was a eopy roe that 1.0*.ely por- trea. There were . horrid Englieth who celled the waiter, • imperiously, Gareen. To' Mr. Twig he was always very gently, .Monsieur. Mbett of all, 'Samela loved th.e hour 'after dinn.er. She could hardly be- lieve in her . good fortune. To be' :alive, on a summer evening, in Paris sitting on the 'pavement with'a crowd Of happy people relaxing from work thal-v) diffene.nt from in Englandl- (had had ebine heart .put into it, which was, of .couree, the reason of their hen -inn -3, er.o.re .oner's emotions and mind wonkier; .beantifully, and Mr. Twl:g at one's side e..keepting every- thing Tight, in a sweetand sane pro- portion, .nuishir.g hack nIl those inde- finai&e terrors. 'Which aasaiI imagin- ative young girle in every big city as inevitably as the sea is aasailed by the irresistible Inborn. (Sometimes herhand woeld tremble a little as she raised her glass, and Mr. Twig would turn fromthe waiter, or-storne new friend onl tlhe chair next to him, to say with a little tease, "Oh, I •see what is thetmatter. Ts/ainis is kissing you." But it did not always .kiss: .iSome• ' indeed, it stabbed. It was on the.!Boulevardi Saint Genmain, behind whose windows ; Mr. Twig told her, the -aid French aristocracy had retir- ed frolm the World, to await, in great dignity, their- extinction, that Sam- ela, siert:nig her iced leenonade thro-ugh an inrmense straw, gave Mr. Twig the .blpseartunity he had been seeking.' "Thatissuilature in the Unseen- bourg," she said, "couldn't it be made kruto ehimney nieces or into seats for the gardener "Chtlenney-piieeest." Mr. Twig ech- oed. "Into anything that doesn't make sinu bluetit It is a degradation of When you Reck at great sculp- ture you no more think of nakedtets thin you think toe an Irish terrier be- ing naked. But those modern niar- hies in the 'Luxembourg just shriek at you, 'I'm nude! l'm. nude! Pra nutlet' And then they leen If I had had a •hatchet, I could have hacked them tie nieces" She leanedttetvarde hint "Oh, Mr. Twig, it do.es, trouble, Mee -what you can't help feetilli in raffia -Vie degradation tof women's bodiete the debasing Latin approach- es Ato the fl enfil. Lok Cheredeveleat,•es. weitten on that hoard behind yea." Men. Twig turned, end though, ;elflike* his speetaelee.. Muth 'Of the little intot bolard etbotPt-d eyes that Weee nearly Mind could thstedlY haredgnoted the .. . ., . . .. , , • . . • , . , . . .. . . ,•. .." '," - °- '''' • ' ' -' ' , d • .. '-• '. ....d ".,,,,, . „ .,•,e,r,........,,,,„ nee e....... i 1-,'• .i..., . . ' 4::......."te.,:teutt'isuiett,iir letiartrestr-iiniern, en e,. , .... , A,, '' ',1.'''. ''',i' i''',''''':'`',''''' ',7^,0:'''' '''''tri 'I'. •A‘P'YA,Ali 4.". f',,J.),,,rirlii.I''VAN.r,;.:1A41,AAV. 1,te '''0'. , ,,'' A"° '4' 14 4A, ''Alf 0.4 A .„. 1,4 .,14.11:aaVail,i.g,'"V‘k rip notineesnenb, "'Grand :1)allit .dessCebil Nus.' "It is a pity, 140e/one. 'But think rather, of the classics at the Comer die Francrisede. ' ' ••• "But when Pas le placarded all over with that announcement, how can you forget it? It's .much easier to know that there is a'. ballet des corps nue at the Polies Bergeres than that Racine . is being played at the Comedie Francadee. And' ids •so un- • eecessary. Because people who want the ballet will find their way to it without any anniouncernent at all - they Wonki get there ;blind -folded, jlirst -by their 'instincts. People who desire the Comedie Francaise aright get in- to the Polies. Bergeres just by a little mistake, but the people twtho want the _Polies, Bergeres obuld nev- er get into the iCtomedin Francaise even through the' biggest mistake that has eve t happened. Isn't it strange -a city,so beautifully civiliz- ed as Paris,in same , ways overseiv- ilized-reverting, for her amuse- ments, to mere lust of the eye and ' ;is .certainly - a mark of . de- cadence," Mr. Twig agreed. "I have always deplored it." "Nations can't revert," Samela in- sisted. 'When they do, they're done for. With that ntide ballet, Paris has got her eyes to the past, not to the future. And for everybody that looks beck there is only one, evcilu- tien-it.le the pillar of salt." Por a long time Mr; Twig was sil: ent. iSaniela, after all, derived from her father. But there was a differ- ence. Mr. • 1411a1'lassy was a Puritan who made Puritanism .,prohibitive, re- pellently grey. Samela was a Puri- tan tectenbut hers was a Puritanism of enticing splendour ; Of- colored idealism. What idealist, indeed, had cvor yet net been- a Puritan? Aloud he said, "I wonder who was the first Puritan." . "Eveetwoul,di have been if she hadn't eaten the apple," ,staid Saimaa. "BLit as she did eat it?" . "Ale I should •Ierv•e to, know the name of the 'woman who first wrink- led her nose when it was suggested that she should .be nasty. It doesn't seem very mueh 'lb ask," .she con: tinue d emedliativel yt-" th at civilization '6hould walk in a clean path -just, as a first 'condition of things. Clean things can be painted -made splendid with. color. • But imagine those old e eine- 'painting their frescoes over dirt. Civilization is .a fresco." "Frescoesi over dirt," Mr. Twig re., en:ate/. "You will •find ebem in all greet cities. And nerhaps in Paris roost of all. The 'Fee/1th have civ-. ilized -eVeeything except the body. The body (often defeats the 'English- men. 'hilt it is a eenceaest which al- ways troubles him. With the French man the defeat is regarded as ria - Weal, inevitable. Do you understand ;what I mean, little one? (Has tell- ing -time. struck?" • . Samela Shook her head. "There is nothing to telt -.Girls don't want priests Or ,mistrasses-or even a Mr. Twigt-te tell them anything. Na- ture does it. NO girl has ever lost her honor because she didn't knew." "Is that Lb, little ere? I have of- ten suspected • it: It makes memein respectful 61 Mother Nature that I was before." Samela got up .ftend sheok herself. "Letus take the • little steamer again. to sweet Saint Cloud," .she said. It was on the terrace at Saint Cloud that !Mir. Twig at last • told Samela his own love story. 'Yes, at ithiref this heart was romping so all Over his bodY that he couldn't carve at all. , "And youdid not marry -her?" "She had e husband already. She was ithe sister of my great comrade, the artist Madrigal. She came with him to France,and mareied,a Frencb- mlaneda Very fine fellow." • t''And did she love !NMI" 'She had loved hien-until I lov- ed her. • The difficulties between them had been eddy those of different race hut 'rinse are often almiost insuper- able. . Had I entreated her, besieged, she would have Come to me.' There ie 4, montent in 'Most marriages when that can happen. But to take ad - 'vantage of ' it is always the devil's own affair. Adultery is a dirty busi- ness. little one. There has never been a great adultery, and morethan there has ever been a great Murder. Brutes and ICaesar, Paolo and Fran- oescaoethe poets can gloss theme but they are muddy stories all the same. I am not quite sure how an unfor- tunate marriage' should ,stop, but I alm sure it should not be by the way of adultery. I doubt very much if marriage, atter a diVoree, is ever Ivory isatisfactoryi. Nothing IS so hard as te impose the gold of hap- piness' upon a dirty, background. • There is your fresco .metaphor again. I resisted the temptation to take Valerie. It was a hard fight 1---- it nearly broike mel -but, somehow, I managed it. There Was a night when it was nearly Paolo and Francesca with us' -we started reading, toe. Do you know what I. did? I threw the hooks down and I jumped the stairs and I (opened the door and I ran. It • Wes fortutate that I did not meet a policeman., for a wild man running .61-itouldt set every geed policeman run- ning too. Alin the tenderness ef the years! That one can, laugh over what was once an agony:. Five yearS later she died. She sent for Me and would hove thanked me on het knees -if I had let her. That is what ev- ery worrian vroubi do to the man Who Ceas just frayed her from betraying a etonfidieg hueband. As for what the freehand himlielf .said to me -but that is"tolo seered even for erne Ale little One; if there had been Mere Irtereting in the world! And if I had -roe run? . Three people in a .1ditek beet elf meeety ealintg a aborelete tea. Andoinetead Miliaria reituallted I eave to her hueband, and"' heve re- mailued, 'true to., Valerie, without stain." , Mr. Twig toOjA off • his bag soft hat, "Deer God, I Drank Thee," he said, and pet it on .agebee . ,Samela got iip . and . walked away te the end of the terneeei and lean- ing both arms on the halustrade hur- led her. head in her hands. "Adul- tery is not the only direy business." ;she whispered to herself et last, Then she felt for her tiny' crucifix of thorn. "When, my temptation 'cornea; help me ib jump the stairs and open the door end run to" , CHAPTER X 11VIr. Twig had the Victorian 'pench- ant for being very early at the sta- tion when there was a train te cateh,, though catch was hardly .the ward for Mr. Twig's travelling entethod. Samela, in teasingellemosaid that the train caught him, .because it Was al- ways the train'. which iwernt before the one which he himself' intended to As a result, Mr. Twig, she vowed, had never been "met" in his life, and among the . experiences which she loved Samela put being "n -et" 'very high indeed. That. she felt, was the only flaw in this firet magical journey • with Mr. Twig. They were 'going to stay at many places', brut at net one of them, now Paris was left loshind, where. they had been welderned, • she declared, like the 'PresidevE and hiendaughter i.eturning from a diplomatic mission that had enlarged the map of France; 'Would they be "met." As they , set- tled !into their corner, OpPOSite seats in the great train bound for Twin, ;n complete leisure•liiness because it would net start for nearly an hlour. Semela wondered whether., once or twice in. •their travels; - Mr. Twig could not:go in front of her, so as to - be at the station when she herself arrived. , "What time do we. get to Aix, Mr. Tiw"iren" after seven, little one.". 'How long will the train be in the s tation ?" "Five OT ten minutes." . "Then, please, Mr. Twig, you get out very outiekly, and let me loiter about in the train right up to the minute When it Starts again. Them when I ,do arrive at Ain -there you will he at the, station Meeting me, just as if we hadn't seen one an- other for a long time." " "Very well," said Mr. Twig.. He liked .games cif that kind.. quite as much' as Samela. The clocks. struck tfie, helf-hetir af- ter none, and with a great clatter the travellers were •arrining. At 'first the scrambling and the scree -ming demised ;Szemela., but an Presently, the train could easily be mistaken for an endless channel-sheee.d Zoo of monkeys, she wrinkled her nose and leaked: across at Mr. Twig with a lit- tle expression of diegget. Mr. Twig shook his head at. iheif Disgust; was high up in the catalogue of unper- intissible emIptions, especially disgust at the human scene. Samela • in a second put up her little finger and unwrinkled her nose. "But it is foolish, of them, all the Same, MT. Twig, to chatter so much. Of ell the excesses, excess of scream- ing Is worst ee all." T•he 'coed:Ming clatter from ' the co rid der made speech imposeible. Samela, in her long, .shiny travelling coat. and tight little Dutch eap tfrOtra which not even a curlpeeped because Mr. Twig had told her that even steep fought a losing battle against Frenth swats, sat back in her corneen- and meditated an imaginary little eseay whose eubject .should be, nimiety, • "Whose word is nimilety, Mr. Twig?" . "Caelyle's," he told her. "He said Germany was the home •of niitniety." °Then I 'say its addireesis the Gare de Lyon. 'Paris. France!' The clocks all over the city struck tnt, and with piercing screams from the engine, though still subsidiary. amnia thought. to the, sereatilling of French Voices, th.etrain glided out oft Che etation, and from staffiness and clantoue they were in thetcalen and lovelindes of a summer evening dying .over Paris. Soon the lights,' Were turned ',on, and Mr. Twig read first the Terries and the Journal des De- bate, and then two Or three essays frean his favorite volume of selec-• dens from iMontaigne, while Samela sorted out her impreszionsand mem- ories'of Paris, and put them all away very tidily in the chests ef drawers with which the rooms inside her head were so fully furnished. Then he closed his eyes. Mr. Twig went to 'sleep beautifully, with his mtouth tightly shut and not even the Sha- de* of a suggestion ef so snore. And unconstibureness he gave...out more tihan ever the dignity of an El Greco portrait Samela felt that she Would not 'sleep at all. it wan her first ex- perienee of a long night jaurney, and to first experiences Sevittela, who liv- ed with every sense .pricked to atten- tibn, brought always a great alert-. ness and , consteming curiosity. She was going to the rnbuntains. She tried to Picture them,but very sObn -decided that tlinagination teas no good at all for mountains. At Dijon the lights went up, and the traveller next to MT. Twig descended. "Come and sit by nie, Sarmela. I will help you to put yobr mind to ••Sarmela ehasged her seat and leaned her head against Mr. Twig's shoulder. He lifted up her feet and, in the darkeess laid his hand upon her forehead, :Ltd chansbed. over and over again, eery gently: "Pear net at all: the niet is atilt Nothing is here that means yen ill - Nothing (but lamps the whole WWII • threngh, d"14'„ tA,IPPAri• .:pv00.04f, •.... ,icoot iiteidgettleern , •15:d• twoh '44004 '44W* 0,044,10ef/ tered enteenediregersees, iiieejidereeted, • .01- ..dedee.'0O eel.Nch ' seendeel ettee drateee: delie iteedei�,. "liere eine • Sleep e. ulieee'l aloe New, **weeded, the delee and iet me im" Then Mr.. Twig avehilmeelf to really eeriOtee eieddie- l3e • M six .0'004 4%0a tWit/tke talb .and for nioaneat• the gertsation odride, dirtinesee wallowed ueie „erything else.- She dabbed hee' cheeks 'with the roseewa,ter which had bOen IJr.'•rwigee last pueehase in Pare and taking .off the tight. little Cap from which bee haer emerged Un- scathed ernin faints; cionnbed thee curls tn. a becoming vote over. eaeh, ear. Then :She :helped Mr. Twig with his toilet, and stood for an hour twiith double -Open eyes at the window...., At last thentrain was running' aleng, the edge of Lake Boueget, a• long, lovely surfaced jewel stretched into ete mountain settinig. its water, under the cloudless sunshine, gleaming as violet -blue as Sainiehee eyes.. She hung at the winciew in an ecstasy. Then the lake ',yeas passed,and the he train pulled up in the station lotf lAixeles-Sains, .• Samela eould hardly believer her eyrsi. . "Why, 11lr. Twig, just look! How Niery extraordinary! There Ise the .nich young .tman. There is Roy." Mr. • Twig turned round to hide the twinkle in his eye.. • ',Yes, little Samela, there, very certainly, is the rich young Man. So you see you are being 'me't' quite pro- perly after 'all." Samela got 'out and took. the .air 'as though it wet* a rose, sniffing at it. abreast pulling at its texture. Is there any sensation in the world, she. felt; to eqUal this when, having trav- elled.all night with elatter and &see, ness and .coal smoke, you emerge et seven io'elock in a crystalline light, and feel /the first breath of mountain air chase in a second the odbwebs of disordered sleep? In response Sam.. eta's face quickened into morning - loveliness. The .violet iof her eyes, tender or • whimsical and Often Un- faehomable, was shot with the early morning's toten silver as Roy came hurrying up in greeting. Beside the wonder of •the fairy lake, and, the in- ttnOcation of its' girdling mountains.' the .strairgeness of Ray's presence. faded into, an 'insignificant Iift1e inci, dent net worth a eemment. Hie saw that the careful explanation he had fogged weuld never; have • to• yield up' its machinery for .atealysis. "Theeldeliness of that lake," she exclaimed, as he advanced in his soft flanneise ells Panama hat in this heed. "Oh, Mr. Twig, let us goat once. to that beautiful lake." • elefr. Twig turned to Reed "There eat once' people," he said "You don't kerityw what • a job I have had with this little explosive." • • • dExplosdvde Mr. Twig?" ."Yes, explodin•g Ofl our own en- thusiasm. Leek bow calon Mr. Mel- hieourt ie,nothing explosive about I h 'de". • Saimiela regarded the young .men. ens richly. but I think' it . w u e much more becoming of him If I had been he 1- nould have exploded long ago." "Into what?" asked .Roy.. • dint° a nige•mianegeable littleflame that doesnotattract attentien-more nearly resembling the flame of Other people." "You will findeo.nsurning flames at Aix, 'Sammie," said .Mir. Twin. "Oh, no; they will .all ;be extin- guished in that 'beautiful blue lake," she replied. "And anyhow, as we are -only geing to be here three they 'won.'t have time to search us.", ; "Only three •.days," echoed Roe. didn't say that, ..Satifeela,r-- said Me. Twig. "But; I did -don't you remember. MT. Twig? You said Aix Was a. leery fashienable place, and I Must have my experience of fashion as ewell as of everything else. and I said three d•ays, was as much as a reasonable lifetime cetild give t3 fashion." "But three days. will Mt be enough for the loveliness ,of the lake," said Rloy. "Ah, no," •Samela laughed, "but I ant afraid ;Mr. Twig has not made arran•gemente for us to live in the lake. We are staying -in order that I may learn fashion -at one of the big •hotels. Imagine it! I have two evening, dre.sses." The thought of herself and Mr: Twig in a big hotel aroused -Samela's„sense of humour. As Roy walked with her to the hietel car the rattled with laughter and nonsense, while her eyes, he told him- self, as 'MI% Twig- had done. were 'ex- actly the color of the violet -blue wa- iter of Bourget itself on which the morning .sun was, dancing. Nothing in the world could over- whelm Samela, but she did .open her eyes still a little wider as they turn- ed into the hotel drive. "You have brought me to a very grand ,place, Mr. Twig. 'Miare than three days of grandeur like this and I should be suffocated." Upstairs in her. ibedroom, •Samela rail out on to the balcony. The lake was hidden, • 'bet from the gardens stretched a rising amtphitheatre of young forest, over whie:h the crest of Le ..Nivelet, the batty mountain, peeped .straight at hee-youth salut- ing youth. • .„ , a qt her ,y1010.1tFe..a."ltac l'OPialtan.'le..„••.. Tag, wlio icithr lja eenenedonge *!:1rd:{417:111,,,•Pli*°'1:e'r4r711*eieelte; worth of eeresed,".• .• • • . Tele or Orme eleerelyeebeen.444 Oheire, whceee eeenleantedientnie , jog from their bathe, Were ibein?gdOr. ; „ yelled -to; bed, there to enuegeededaeAt'ld • -- yeti' -1;:ii:ibwommeeedipaspeet ,tbbnrem,-.0e stematt. ete, 9-• laugh-dWROte.f ed neoreful/e; Mr.. Twig laleethed• teeu. • . but • his laughter had. in it the ten-. 'TAKE *RON pro OR WHAR desneas of age. •• .1"I depeieseeie wili ge on eor veer," Ire meditated. "This sort of, dieing, Sanneht, is very old." "Oh, no, It won't," said •Saneela cone ficlently. "A sense of comedy would kill it very quickly. It only goes on bemuse everybody is so unehuinoreus, .Supeose .the battalions ef people who are taking a real hOlidayein the sense; that they Claire come from work semi are,. gcrin.g back tia work were sudden- ly to invade Abe and seeing this. gem:a-ark scene were just to laugh and laugh at it. Nothing Could -rave would crumple up like tissue paper before healehy laughter." • .INViould it?" said •Mir. Twig, with a very great deal :of doubt in his, tones as to this devaetaiting capacity of laughter. 4"Would it, little •Samela Samela was ehuckling again at the tilde of futility. - e'Do you think, 'Mir.. Twig, that any one of these people .eould, actively, ds.aTn oieanlyes2h,ing? Being borne along in • • . the•se chairs, 1 su•specte is. a very apt symbol for them. m. are' very deceptive, "Net these appeerantes," said Samtele, very decisively; "these ap- pearances could not 'deceive a 'fly!' "Thee• regard .themselves as the decoration /of ,life,". said Mr. .Twig. • "Their philosophy, no doubt, is that somebody 'must ice the-eake." With that ide.a. Somela was con- sumed with laughter: "Oh, 3fre Twig, that inane mere with no fore- head, .decoration!" ."There is the blue garter," said MT. Twig. "Yee," !Sandia acemitted,' -"very 'un- fortunatele there is the blue garter dean thie yellow stocking of • a Lady MalVolio. Yet it is ste easy to show garters. If she had thought of scimethen.g a little More diffieult one might even regard the Lady .MialVolle a little differently. But. of course she can't. think at ale I mapect .merely arriving at the idea of show- ing. her garters tieed her dreedetillY. Perhaps it may even necessitate con- veyance to the etali•ssement." "It le time for •dejeun.er," said Mr. Twig, . "and this, afterfroon we are going Ian th,e little steamer round the eke." "Heavenly!" • ,Samela exelaimed. `We will exclearegoartifiee for nature, the •eighteenth' century, for one of, God's eeven days.".• • • 1lVer. Twig took a lost leek round the crowded place., "Now I under-. stand what Goethe Meant, little one, when he said that a little passion is the only thing which can render a watering -place supportable, that without it one dies of ennui." "Can arman-with'no forehead know passion, Me. Twig?" • asked ,Sarntela as she got up and sheole out her thin white dress and flicked the dust from her white shoes. Then, looking at Mr. Twig, with 'eyes full of mischief, she peeled her hat.. over one eye, twisted her body, ,dangled her fan Over her left .elbovi' end- caet coquet- tish eyes round the Square.. "Nen. Word!". whispered Mte......Twig to himself, "clouldn't the child beat them all at their •oterngame, if he abandoned her mind to it?" As they moved off together, followed by a geed many querying -pairs , of eyes, Samela repeated her que.stien /ether "Can aern.an with no forehead know. pas-siian, Mr. Twig?" "The morning' is hot -please keep to. easy questions,"nMr. Twig parried. •• * .Roy was talking .to two ladies, ,the ofewhom .apparently had a great deal to .say to him but be waved his hat • and sent a greeting with his eyes across' the beat, and as soon as pos- sible he ^Seined them. • •what do you -think of Aix? Wlha•t have you been doing?', - . "Wle :have been assisting at Aix's morning carnival. The scene made me so .serry that Hogarth is dead. That, ef course, is Aix as man has ,made iti-a satire; but Aix, as it left the fingers of God, is lyrical." They were out in the middle if the Lorn•desboro blue water. • Blyth • • ........ .. , ...... "I am so glad; I was never a sehool girl and had thislake spoilt for me by academie abuse of l.rarnartine," said ISia,mela. "I'm afraid „I don't know the aibuse," Said Roy. i'`,Scholiae with the mei degree," Mocked Sarnela delieiously, "and he doesn't know that Lamartine wrote a •poerru called 'Le Lac.' At my sister Isabel's sethaol it is 'Constantly.; being setfor examinations, weth the love - verses, of course, deleted or etplain- ed in the aibetract." • "Is It a .poern of life?" Roy asked, "A memory of love," iSamela told himi, and in het- richyelling voice bending down as though speaking to ; tlhe blue water, she recited the only Verse that lingered in herd memory. "0 temps, suspends ton moll et nous, heures .propices, Susrpendez Votre cours! Laissez -nous sayourer les eapides delices Des plus beaux de nos jours!" "Baleac is the poet of Bourget," said Mr. Twig; "Butt surely Beleac 'did not Write poetry?" Roy exclaimed. "Yes he did; in `Le .Peau de Cha - Alt.. .• grin' Bourget, for five minutes, made erelitie. -'• • Ate • . oe, even Beileac :a poet." eldau • .• • :ea "Have 'yen read 'Le Veldt 'Ale :Cho.; sheet • 4 6•-• d f14, • if 44, 44:4 grille?" asked •Sainele, BI4fih .44:.4444.4,44,44.44,4,444.;' "Yet knew I heretedt„ Lady of the lAtleetie . A A. A A4, • • • 4,4 A .6'4 'Cietteltitg. Met den't,..ferget. •that.• t • 1'4 knew Omelet atittelpiiiiiele nfth- -" A 4 444 tte R r S rda., 0 / ."1. 6 )4/0tHIGI-i11-. R 11 Si "What a fantastic 'World • we have get into, .Mir. Twig." "Yes;" Mir. Twig replied, "but all worlds' are worth lodking at." They were sitting neat- the foun- tain in the Plebe du award, the flower marke•t, Withits btinkets of massed color to the side tie them, the estatblissement to which the proces- don of maladies, mostly imaginariee, were being. c'enveyed it t:heiT. sedan chains, like the ladies of the eigh- teenth century itb their routs, in front, while, all round an endless pro - cease= :ode eery diaphanously-rnoded humanity ;wound in and out =Ong the trees carrying- their glasees to the littl•e tables dotted around , the bancl-stand. •fl, "What Very, Very extraordinary people," eaid .Sareelee "quantities of ladies who telly' *ant to be leeked ait, and quantities of gentlenteh who oily Watt to leek, et %mere They don't bo be . nt, entree, thee ilia* life. This ian A 41 been talking edidOnithr ni941.0:e ,daughter, approgehed. Neither ardLi4lelP4701rtiP!1447i.se:44:1' llitelincoiert? Isn't it Attar, degree mlothid, yet nothing itheig§ended Iiketembe. We are so excited et,sede ing these tombs ef the Dukes. of' d Savoy: We. are tad that the elesupel ' hes „farty-three of teem. Iset , aristocratic line of that length: re- freehing? But our history es 'shock: ing. We look to you to help us with "YrrHae:' ere'llybieuec°ellt."atitRoy, "you werdt be in suety a luckless plight ai having , to rdepend upon me. I believe guides abound. And I can't share roue fn- eral enthusiasms. Nothing in the - world would induce me to meditate among the tombs an such a lovely alftereocrie I «hall stay with these friends, who only arrived at Aix this morning. Let :me introduce them. Mies Wallasey.. Mrs. and Mists Van ToTh'"Z Mr. Twig was presentee,. "You are taking the baths " said !Mrs. Van Toad db: Mr. Twig. "Oh bet ecru should -ecru -really should. I aim finding them so wonderfully ef- ficacious, but they cemetvine so mucii time that Muriel es left rather to her- eelf. You giveher another gate Of tennis to -morrow morning, Mr. iMelincourt. There surveying the sit- uation, Mrs. Van Toad had an idea: "Perhaps, Mr. Twig, you -will he. wise not to take the baths. That,Will leave you Widely free to explore this lonely neighborhood with your . . ." lehe -looked at-Samela . . . "your niece?" "No," staid Mr. Twig. "Your step -daughter?" "No," said Mr. Twig again. "Ah them your god -daughter." dNot that either. Miss Mallessy is my &los Achetes." "Indeed," said Mrs. Van Toad veTy coedly. "This is the day a new re- liati• 4ahsalaee itPs.rie not n,edv," said Saimaa with a charming smile; "he teemed the relationship for which he has. be- come famous in the Early World," and putting her arm through Mae Twig's she moved furthee up the bab to strain her eyes 'towards taw Ohabeau de andillon glimmering white heat its forest -green crag. "Is that old mien, then, no relation at allto that young girl?" asked Mrs. ,Vaar Toad. • (Continued next week) "Singing :nylons", liege transpar- ent standards along the boul- evards at the Ce,nadian ,National Ex- hibition, will be equipped with radio again this year: Music will issue also froere the elheadeliens at • the Ball Ream, am arrangefment made neces- sary because- of -"time lag" in that °mammoth dance hall where Rudy Vallee's band will .be theamd through- out the fourteen days and nights of the "Ee." LONDON and WLNGHAM South P.M.. Wingleam •••• ....... .1.54 Belgrave • 2.11 Blyth 2.23 Londe,sboro 2.30 Clinton 8.08 Brucefield 3.27' Kippen . , 325 Itensall • 8.41 Exeter 3.55 Exeter H,ensall ,Kippen Brucefield Clinton North Delgreve . 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