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* BY GEORGETTE HEYER
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(ConiinUed from Wit w.eelf) •
"We ellen remember theXiire," said
Artnand giiinlye "When does he play
his part?" '.
"He plays it now, Armand, for it
was into his hands that my herothe's
foster -mother, before she tiled, placed
her—Written--eonfessiore"
"Oh, she coukl mite, then, tii14
Peasant woman?" said Conde, who
had been listening with knit brows. •
"r imagine, prince,. that she bad,
once been, tire-woma•ii o some lady,
for certainly she could. write." Avon
,saw, Madame de Saint-Vire's thande
'grip together in her lap, and was sat-
isfied. "That confession lay for many
years in a looked dmWer in the Cure's
house."
"Brut he should have published it
abroad!" Madame de Vauvallou said
quickie.
"So I think, madame, but he was a
singularly conecien,tious priest and he
held that the seal of the confessional
could never be broken."
"What of the girl?" asked Arraand.
His Grace twisted- his rings.
"She„ my dear Armand,. was taken
to Paris by her foster -brother,
youth many years her senior. His
name was • Jean, , andhe bought a
tavern in one of the meanest and
most noisome of your streets. And
since it was inconvenient for him. to
have a girl of my -heroine's tender
years upon his hands, he dressed her
ap a boy." The gentle voice grew
harder. "As a boy. 1 hall not dis-
c.orapose you by telling you of cher
life in .this guiSe."
Something like a sob broke from
Madame de Saint -Vire.
"Ah, mow Dieu!"
Avton.'s, lips sneered.
"It is a harrowing tale, is it not,
madame?" he purred.
Saint -Vire half rose intim his chair,
and sank back again. People were
beginning to look questioningly at one
another.
"Further," continued, the Duke, "he
married a slut whose care Was to ill-
use my heroine in every conceivable
way. At this, woman's hands she
suffered for seven long years." His
C' yes' wandered round the room. "Un-
til she Was nineteen," he said "Dur-
ing those years she learned to know
Vico, to Fear, and to know the mean-
ing of that ugly word Hunger. I do
not know how she survived."
"DUO, you tell us • a ghastly tale!"
said 'Conde. "What happened then?"
"Then, Prince, Fate stepped in ' a-
gain, and cast enty theroiee across the
path of a man' who had never had
cause to love our friend Cain. Into
this natan's life came my heroine. He
was struck by her likeness. to Cain,
and if impels:0 he bought her from
her foster -brother. He had waited
for meny years to pay in full a debt
he owed Cain; 'in this child he saw a
possible means to do so, for he too
hart remarked th.e plebeian manners
and person of Cain's supposed son.
•Chance favored him, and when he
flaunted my heroine before Cain's
eves he saw •Cain's consternation, and
slowly pieced the tale together. Cain
sent p.n envoy to buy hie daughter
from this man whom he knew to be
hie enemy. Thus the suspicion that
his new player in the game fostered
grew to be a. conviction."
"Good God, d'Anvau," murmured -de
Sally," can it 'be—?"
"Heil!" d'Anvau answered. "Lis-
ten!, This grows very interesting."
"From • Jean," Avon- ,continued,
"Cates -enemy learned of mry heroiae's
old home, and of the Cure who' lived
there. I trust you bave not forgotten
the Cure?" •
All eyes were on th.e, Duke; one or
two men had begun to see •daylighe
Conee nodded inepatiently.
''No. Go on, I beg e4f you!"
The emerald on the Duke' e finger
glinted evilly.
"I am relieved. This man journey
ed to the remote village; and—er—
wrought with the Cure. When he re-
ierned to Paris he brought with him
—that.* From his pocket Avon drew
a dirty and crumpled sheet of paper.
He looked mockingly at Saint -Vire
who sat as' though carved in stone.
"That," repeated his Grace, and laid
the paper down, on the mantelpiece
behind hira.
The tension amid be felt. DaVere
net drew a deep breath.
"For a monfent—I almost believed
it was a confeseion!" he whispered
"They're, beginning to guees-, Mar-
ling!"
His Grace studied the painting on
his fan. .
"You -may wonder, perhaps, why he
did not expose Cain at once. I admit
that was his first thought. But ho
remembered), messieurs', the Years
that Cain's daughter had spent in
hell, and he determined that Cain tno
should know 'helle-a little, a very lit-
tle." Hie voice had grown stern; the
:smile was gd?ne from his lips. Mn.
dame du Deffand was .watching him
with horror in he'r face. "And there-
fore, messieurs, he held his habd,
and played—a waiting game. That
wee, his *ay of justice." Again he
swept a glance round the room; he
held his audience silent and expect-
att, dominated by his personality. In-
to the ,ellence his Woide fell slowly,
quite softly. "I think he felt it," he
said. "From one day to the next he
knew not when the blow would fall;
he lived in dread; he was torn this
way and that by bora, and—fear, mes-
eleare, Even he waa bleated into the
belief that Os enemy had it proof,
and for a While thought himself se-
cure." Av-on laughed senaldietely, and:
'ettiv SainVirim Wince. "But the eild
doubts came/ -back, aneseleart; he
Wild tot be eerie that, there was to
,proote Thee he Heed' 131: an,agony of
uncertainty." 'Avon shit his . fag.,
«My befell* Wag taken by, "her glittet
dltO taughtto b a;
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tl,
diaiee ,,eetatee 'in the care Of, one 'et
hie kluSwOnien Little by little, heelf-
iiieurs, he Waimea toe like her girl -
hoed, and to forget, la part, the hoa
tors that lay In . the past. Then, mes-
sieurs, Cahe came to England." Hl
Grace took snuff_ "Like a' thief," he
said gently: "He stole my he'toine;
drugged-heou.,, her, and carried hereto
his yacht that awaited: him at Ports-
inth"Good God!" gasped Madame ee
Vauvallon.
"He'll fall!" whispered Davenant
suddenly.- "Saint -Vire has 'himself
well in hand," -
• "Watch -his wifeer Marling retorted.
. His Grace Sicked 'another speck of
snuff froin lila golden sleeve.
"I wiI1 not weary you with the tale
of ray heroine's; escape," he said.
"There was another player in the
,ganes who followed hot -foot to the
rescue:" She contrived, to escape with
him, but not before Cain had sent a
bullet into his shoulder. Whether' the
shot was meant for him or for her I
know not."
Saint -Vire made a hasty toovemeat,
and was quiet again.
"That such villains live!" gasped de
Ohatelet.
"The wound, messieers, was severe,
andi compelled the fugitives to put up
at a wall inn not many miles from
Le 1 -give. Happily my heroine's guar-
dian found her -there, some two hours
before the indefatigable Cain arriv-
ed."
"He did, arrive, then?" said de Sal-
ly.
"But eould you doubt it?" smiled
his Grace. "HO arrived, bien sur, to
fled that Fate had foiled : him once
again; He said then, messieurs, that
the game was . not plaYed out, yet.
Then hee-er—retreated."
"Scelerat!" snapped Conde, and
cast one glance at Madame de Saint -
Vire, who seemed to cower in her
chair, and fixed his eyes on the Duke
again.
• "Exactly, Prince," said his Grace
smeothly. "We return now to Paris,
Where her guardian presented my her-
oine to Polite Society. Be silent, Ar-
mand, I am nearing the end of my
story. She made no little stir, I as-
sure you, for she was not an ordin-
ary debutante. She was sonietienes,
messieurs, just a babe, but withal she
had great wisdom, and greater spir-
it. I "might talk to you of her for
hours, but I will only say that,. she
was something of an imp, very out-
spoken, full of espieglerie, and very
beautiful,'
"Ansi true!" Conde interjected
-- •
His Grabe inclined his head.
"And true, Prince, as I know. To
resume: Paris began presently to
remark heielikeness to Cain. He must
have been afraid then, messieurs.
But one dray it came to the child's
ears that the world thought her a
base -born daughter of Cain." He paus-
ed, and raked -Ms handkerahief to
his lips. "Messiews, she loved the
br all who was her guardian," he said
very levelly. "His reputation was
soiled beyond repair, but in her eyes
he 'could do no 'wrong. She called
him her—seigneur."
Saint -Vine's underlip was caught
between this teeth, but he sat perfect-
ly still, apparently listening with only
a casual interest. There were many
shocked eyes upon him, but he made
no sign. In the doorway Rupert fish
gered his sword -hilt lovingler.
"Whetn, the child learned what the
world said of 'her," Avon continued,
"she went to. Cain's house and asked
him if she was indeed his base -born
daughter."
"Yes? Allot's!" Conde exclaimed.
"He conceived, messieurs, that
Chance favored: him at last. He told
the child that it was so." Avon held
up his' band as Armand jumped. "He
threatened, messieurs', to expose her
in the eyes of the World- as his bas-
tard—and that other man's mistress.
He told her—he was her father, mes-
sieurs—that he 'would do -this that
her guardian might be ruined social-
ly for having dared to foist -his base-
born light -o' -love into Society." •
Madame de Saint -Vire was sitting
straight% in her chair now, gripping its
arms with her fingers. Her lips mov-
ed soundlessly; she was very near to
breaking point, and it' was evident
that bhis part of the tale was new to
her. , •
"Ale but what a cur!" cried Lay.-
oulere. „
"Wait, any dear Lavoulere. He was
kind enough to offer the child an at
ternative. Ile promised to, keep sil-
ence if she would disappear from. the
world she had only just entered." Ar-
on's eyes grew birder, his voice was
like ice. "I have said that she loved
her .guardian, messieurs. To leave him
to be condemned to go back to the
-old, .9m -did life, was worse than death
to her. She heel just—tasted th'e cup
of happine,se."
There were very few peOple In, the
-room now who did not understand
the tale; horror was in many faces;
the silence was complete. Conde was
leaning ,forward in hie chair, hie face
grim and anxionle.
"But centime!" he said hershhly.
"She --event back?" '
"No, Prince," Avon answered.
"What then?" Conde had risen,
"Prime, for those who are deeper -
ate, for the unwanted, for the brok-
enhearted), there • is always a way
out."
Madame du Deffandalmedered and
eovered her eyes With her hand.
"You. mesa?"
'"Outeltle,. Prince, .not eo very fer
avely, rens the river. It has, hidden
than etterettii Mine tragedteli. Thia
Child is juet oie• mhre tragedy that
tete elided RI) ite tide."
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in* at& Atadiatie de
othie tittt *LAO "
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ed, and stuMbled fOrwand like one
distraught —
• "Ale me 110, no!" she &Piled "Not
that! not that! Oh, ralY,Jittle, littled,
•one! Go& have Yon no beerey? She
is not dead!" Her ,voiee rose, and
was strangled in her. throat. She
flung up her arm, end collapsed at
Aven's feet, and lay there, sobbing
wildly. -
Lady Fame sprang up,
"Ole poor thing! No, no, madame,
ifle is alive, I swear! Help me, some
, one! Madamee madame, ealea your-
self !"•
There was a sudden uprciar; Daven-
ant wiped the sweat from his brow.
"My God!" he said huskily. "What
a night's work! plever, clever devil!"
In the confusion a woman's voice
sounded, bewildered.
"I don't understand! Why—what
—is that the end of the story?"
Avon did not turn his lxead.
"No, mademoiselle. I am stili a-
waiting the end."
A sudden scuffle in the alcove drew
all attention, from Madame de Saint-
• Vire to the Comte. He had sprung up
as .Madame's control left her, lolow-
ing that her outburst had betrayed
him completely, and now he was
struggling madly with Merivale, one
hand at his hip. Even as several men
rushed' forward he wrenched free, liv-
id and panting, and they saw that he
• held a small pistol.
Conde leaped suddenly in front of
the Duke, and faced that pistol.
it was over in .a few seemeds. They
heard Saint-Viee's voice 'rise on a
note almost of insanity.
Devil! Devil!"
Then there was a deafening report,
a woman, screamed, and Rupert strode
forward, and flung hie handkerchief
over ,Saine Vire's shattered "head. He
and Meri-sale bent over fife Comte's
body, and his Grace came- slowly up
d
to them, anstood for a moment look-
ing down at that whielithad been
Saint -Vire. At the far end of the
room a woman 'was in hysterics. His
Grace met Davenant's eyes.
"f said be -poetic, it should b'poetic, did
not, Hugh?" he remarked; and went
back to the fireplace, "Mademaiselle"
—het -owed to the frightened girl who
had asked him for the story's end—
"M. de Saint -Vire has provided the
end to my tale." He took; the wiled
paper from the mantelshelf where he
had left it, and threw it into the fire,
and laughed.
•
His Grace of Avon Wins All •
Into the Village of Bassincourt once
again rode his Grace of Ave le wen a
hired horse. He was 'Ceased in
breeches of buff cloth, and) a 0oat of
dull purple .velvet, laced with gold.
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Beteae) gCeel ate te take- AV harsk:
40 tke J.im, alai See it :safely hodIsAde
tkii.00,deoWatrered, boc. 0.101;91,,,y,Gourelueett,, y atel
the laDdlerd that I Obeli come to -pay
the reckoning later."
"Yee, milor'l Thank you, ndlor!'4-
stammered 'the boy, and clutched his
kens.
His (4race opened the little gate
that fed into the Cure's garden; and
walked up the neat path to the front
dace. As before the rosy-cbeeked
housekeeper admitted him. • She re:
cognized him, and droppedea curtey.
"Bonjour, nesieur! M. le Cure is
in his room."
"Thank you," said his 'Grace. He
followed her along the passage to de
Beaupre's study, and stood for a 'mom-
• ent ou the threshold, point -edged hat
in hand.
The Cure rose politely.
"M'sieur?" Then, as Avon, smiled,
he hutried forward. "Eh, mon filer
Avon took his hand.
"My ward, father?"
The Cure beamed.
"The poorelittle one! Yes, my son,
I have her sae."
Avon seemed to sigh.
"Yau thave relieved' my mind of a
load that was—almost too great for
it to bear," he said.
.e
The Cure smiled. "My son, in a
little while I think I should have brok-
en trey promise to her and sent a mes-
sage to you. She suffers—ah, but
how she suffers. And that
villain—
tibat Saint -Vire?"
"Dead, mon pere, by his own hand."
De Beaupre made the sign of the
cross. •
"By his own hand you say, my son?"
"And by my contrivance," bowed
his Grace. "I come now to feteh--
Mademoiselle de Saine-Vire."
"It is really so?" De Beaupre
spoke anxiously. 'You are sure,
Duc?"
"I am sure. All Paris knows. I
saw to that."
De Beaupre caught his hands and
massed them.
"M'sieur, you bring the child bap-
pinese then. God will forgive you
much for your kindness to her. She
has told me." He smiled benevolent-
ly. "I see that I have no cause to re-
gret my alliance with—with Satanas.
You heve given her life, and more
than that."
"My father, I advise you not to
credit all that my infant says of me,"
said Avon dryly. "She has' seen fit
to place me upon a pedestal. I do
not 01
De Beaupre opened' aie
"No, my son, she knows what 'Mon-
seigneur's' life has been," he said.
"New .come• to lier."" I*J• led the
to the sunny parlour at the hack of
the house, and •elienin* the door,
spoke almost gleefully. "Petite, I
bring you a visitor." Men he steed -
beck so that Avon might pass M, and
went out quiellyeend quietly shut the
doer. .
"Of a surety God is very good," he
said wisely, and went baek to his
study. •
In the parlour ',Soule was seated
by the window, with a book open up-
oa her lap. And since she had been
crying she- did not at once turn her
head. She heard a light, firm tread,
and then a beloved voice.
"Ma fille, what does all this mean?"
She flew up out of her choir then,
and cried out in joy -and astonish-
ment.
,"1VionseIgneur!" She was at his
feet, laughing and weeping, his hand
to her lips. "You have come! You
have come to me!"
He bent over her, his fingers 00
her curls. •
"Did I not say; ma fille, that I
ebould not lose you eery easily. You
should have trusted me, child. There
was no need for your flight."
She rose to her feet, and swallow-
ed bard.
• "Monseigneur, know! • I could
not—you do not understand! It was
not possible Oh, Monseigneur, Mon-
seigneur, why have you come?"
"To take you back, my infant.
What else?"
She shook her head.
"Never, never! I c -can't! I know
so well what—"
"Sit down, child. There is so much
that I must tell you. Crying, ma male."
He raised her hand to his lips, and
his voice was very tender. "There's
naught now to distress you, mignonne,
I swear." He made her sit down, on
the couch and placed himself beside
her, still holding her hand. "Child,
you are not base -born, you are not
even peasant -born. You are, as I
have known from the first, Leonie de
Saint -Vire, daughter of the Comte
and his wife, Marie de Lespintasse."
Leonie blinked at him. ,--
"Monmonseigneur?" she gasped.
"Yes, ray ebild„. just that," said his
'Grace, and told her briefly what was
her history. She stared at him, round
eyed and -with parted lips, and when
•PeA•AAP4.
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nenri Is It •.xsially-t,:,,trge
, „should tot ,,ejti00 ,
migtrint4."
She eghithg
" "I am Welabierny ' 4 aMa-4,1fe"
'enreliitellede 841,p,Vyiror,
• come:hook. to. P041stl, • liOne.eig_
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thimk 1 em going to cry''
"I beg, you will not, 'Ma.-.111e,,..S0.
your tears tor my areStnews,":•
She paused in her dolnoe•aeross:41,141,'
room, and 490Xad 4.1140- 'SA,4911}44?
"I have to inform, Teh, Want;
acne fathette
The color esteread tcebiereeleeelcs.,,
"Vraiment?" shr.oLssAltteager.15e.'1)2K.',.
you kill. thim,, Monseigneur?"
. .
"I am very sorry, infant, but I Oki •
not actually kill him. I induced Win..
to kill himself."
She cable back to .the couch, and
sat downeagain • _
• "But tele me!" she said. "Please •e'ee
tell me quickly, Monseigneur! When '
did be kill himself?"
"On Tuesday, my child, at Madame
du Deffand's soiree."
"Tiene!" She was entirely unper-
turbed. "Why, enfin?"
•
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TWO VIEWS ON THE LIQIJOR QUESTION
"THE PROFIT"—says Mr. Hepburn
"THE PEOPLE"—says Mr. Rowe
FOR three years the liquor problem has been out of control -in Ontario. Mr. Hepburn, worried
by the rising tide of public indignation, now tacitly admits the fact. In acknowledgment of
the situation, he makes another typical last-minute, pre-election promise.
But Ontario voters are not going to be fooled again.
"Revenue First"—Hepburn
"Profit" has been Mr. Hepburn's liquor policy ever
since he took office. Here are his own words as quoted
in the Border Cities Star, Windsor, October 26, 1934: -
"Another thing that the Province requires is
revenue. I am informed that since Mr: Odette took
office, he has turned over to the Treasury $2,800,000.
• Let tlibse people point out some other source of
revenue. Do they want higher gasoline or cor-
poration tax? Do they want a Provincial Income
Tax? It is obviousithat if we lose the revenue from
the Liquor Control Board, we will have to get it
elsewhere."
"IPeople First"—Rowe
Contrast this "liquor for profit" policy with Mr.
Rowe's clean-cut stand in the interest of the people.
Mr. Rowe has pledged himself: "I will return to
a policy of control by a responsible board, free
from political patronage. A, survey will be made
by the new board of all licensed hotels. I promise
you that these mushroom dives which have sprung
up and flourished under Hepburn be closed—
and stay closed."
The Conservative Party takes the position that public
revenue should not be gained at the expense of
decency.
No More Mushroom Dives
When Mr. Rowe is elected, beverage rooms will be
confined to standard hotels which respect the law and
give adequate service to the public.
Restaurants, taxi offices, rooming houses and hot-dog
stands will not, by means of a few "jerry-built"
changes in construction, be able to qualify as standard
hotels.
Beverage rooms will not be forced on communities
where they are not wanted. Nor will such places flour-.
ish in the shadow of the churches of the Province.
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Non -Political Control
Under Conservative administration, by -means of a
responsible non-political control body, beverage rooms
will be so regulated that they will cease to be a blot.
on the social and moral life of Ontario.
A vote for the Conservative* candidate is a vote foil
thii policy of control.
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