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CHAPTER VIII
SYNOPSIS
Beautiful GillianHeade, niece
of Colonel Ansel. n: Meade, wishing,
to restore the rapidly dwindling
family fortune and to provide her °
sister, . Deborah, promises to mar-
ry wealthy Jon Hillyer. Then, she
meets Siimon Killigrew, best
friend of the late Jaffray Clay, -
young 'poet to whom4 ililaa, had
been engaged- At first Simon
blames Gillian for Jaftrys death;
later falls in love :with her — and
Gillian with him. When Gillian
goes to Montreal to buy her
trousseau she,,and Simon ,meet
and make wedding plane. Later
Gillian keeps a dinner appoint-
ment with Jon.
There was a brags plate with the
sign, "Simon's Printery," by the door
of an ancient house. Gillian follow-
ed Deborah slowly up the steps and
into a long hall.
Deborah was almost at the top, .Gil-
lian still at the bottom, when Simon
Killigrew came in the front door. And
she could hear Simon say, "Gillian!"
and notice the way he said it.
Gillian prayed he would say no
more. He must know she °-was not
alone. She said, ."Deborah is with,
me, Simon. You've met Deborah?" -
"We came up to buy Gillian's trous-
seau," said Deb idly, looking at an
etching but watching flim from the
Corner of her eye.
"Yes." . Simon's voice sounded hol-
low. _ "I suppose you want to look
about."
"Yes, if you please." Deborah pok-
ed in her bag, said, "Oh, I want to
go out to the car for a moment. You
might start with Gillian, if you like.
LEGAL
ELMER D. BELL, B.A.
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Correspondence promptly,., answered.
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for Saes bate .at 'Tile'.. /Iuxon,.i�xpoet�
tor, Sealor, ,ha, or, by ealYiitg 1?henie 203;
C:Iftttor ie1goi moderate land` SattN
faetidn a, at:iante'e&
#9 9'42'.
` Curie n' i iia"era
Arthus �
I11 soon catch. up with you."
She went ol$, Simon stood for a
moment, irresolute•, Then he moved
`
towards a door that led ,into' a room
of comfortable stair, davenports and
book -lined walks'.
"Pleese, Simon iu on. Oh—Simon
—let me go. I-1 didmit mean to come
here."
"There's nothing that can take this
from us, Gillian-.- thing."
He lei., her puler to a davenport.
They taut down ,close together. "You
won't give up buying the trousseau
as you planned to' do? Only it's for
a poor man now."
They were still sitting there when
Deborah dame back. She looked at
them wisely. "So Anse morias right! . I
rather thought so. Are congratula-
tions in order?" • -
Gillian stood up and Deborah came
to her and for a moment they held
each, other close. •
"We'd better go now, Deb," she
said at last. Well go back to Rydal
tonight. "I'll meet Jon alonle for din-
ner. Simon, will you look after the
little fixer here? Take her somewhere
and feed her and bring Ler to the
train,?at eight o'clock?"
"I'll be glad to." '
"Cast off like an old' shirt," mut-
tered Deborah.
Simon I?silligrew, went to his sanc-
tum on the top floor of the _Printery.
and sat down in an old black leather
chair and lighted his, pipe.
Simon had faith and vision and
now 'he felt that he possessed the
strength of ten. He went to work
with a will. The papers wed manu-
scripts 'Jeffry Clay liad left were still
In the possesion of, Jaffry's aunt.. The
old `lady was in England, 'but had
written that she would be home short-
ly and would send the material to
Simon. . -
There's be something good there,
he thought, something that will' en-
able us to get 'away to a flying start.
Strange that I should be depending
on Jeff to help me marry the girl he
once loved—strange—strange
* * *
Jon Hillyer got up from a chair
in the hotel lobby as Gillian entered.
He looked at her and something
seemed to die in his eyes.
Jon and 'Gillian walked into the
lounge and Jon. ordered ''vermouth. He
turned to her, unsmiling, and said,
"Let's have it; Gillian."
"It's so hard to tell you, Jon. I—
I can't marry you. I love — Simon
Killigrew."
. He said nothing. He picked up his
glass and, held it out ,to her. "Your
health, Gillian—and your happiness,
my darling."
"Jon!" Her mouth trembled. "Yon
don't despise •me too much?"
He shook his head, looked into his
glass. "I don't change, Gillen --
where you are concerned.",
They went into the •great dining
room and.sat at a table by the Wall.
"When do you plan to be mar-
ried?"
"1 think we must wait a while. Si-
mon has so much work ahead of
him. And I avant to work, to begin
to justify my existence. Simon wants
it, I know."
"He would, naturally. Killigrew
will make out all right. . With you be-
side him I don't see how he could
fail."
' Jon .drove 'Gillian to the station.
He said, as they came in sight of
the station, "I hate to think that this
is the end, Gillian. It hurts so much
to let you go." •
They had come to the station naw.
He drew her to 'him and looked long
into her eyes, as if that gazing must
serve him for the rest of his days.
He kissed her, then, and touched her
hair. She did not speak. She could
not. She hurried into the station, al-
most stumbling, ' bumping into Si-
mon and Deborah before she knew
them.
"It's—it's done," she said. "It was
hard."
Simon pressed her hand.
"It's time for the train, Gillian."
Deborah walked on ahead.
Simon's kiss was one of love and
possession and •promise. She , said,
"It's all right with Jon if I go to
work with you, Simon. He thought
it was rather a 'good idea. I'm go-
ing to talk to Anse about it. I'll see
you very soon.". •
Sbe followed Deborah into the
train.
Under the 'bright stars they walked
up the lane from the bus. In the
dark mass of Rydal House only one
light •bu-rned. Anse's green shaded
lamp '„in the library. They walked
quietly in on him. Deborah saluted
briskly: "I have to report, Brigadier,
that the last. battle is wan and the
whole campaign is a howling success.
The enemy capitulated this afternoon.
Anyway, Anse, she's told Jon Hiilyser
it's all off and advised Simon it's all
on." •
"My dear Gillian. I feel this is the
greatest victory ever won. I'll have
a whiskey and soda to celebrate."
"That's good, because you need to
be prepared for a shock: I'M going
to work—I'm going to take a job in
the publishing house with Simon Kil-
ligrew."
"Gillian! 'Meat's splendid•• That
means you'll be going to Montreal to
live. And Deborah will be ab that
ladies' seminary for another year and
I—" he shook his head. "Look here.
I can't stay at Rydal alone. You
know I have a chance to rent the
place."
"Consider in done, Anse," said Gil-
lian, and. Deborah nodded her con-
sent.
* * *
,.very morning, zit tine o'clock Gil -
Ilan went to the ,printery; • .Simon
would be waiting for her, Sh`in's
good morning kiss would begin the
day fast as Anse's, good night kiss
would end it.
But after that hiss, they were very
businesslike. Simon, Uvltile v uitiug
fore; the delivery of. Seery Clay's
mk'tuseripts, had >Med up, Neveral,
novels and a nhinibef bi - Lftil'drett'•"d'
Woks, So many things to •dal drat It
Seemed eltith .day ehould flare a few`
- extra hours.
"But we're getting there," said Si-
mon when the first novel had come
off the press. "What a thrill!"
"Like sending out little ships on.
the sea, isn't it, Simon? You wonder
how many will make port. Oh, I
hope they all do. I hope we may
send ten thousand after them and ten
thousand after them!"
"Publisher's dream," grinned Si-
mon. "Just the same, I feel we
are going to do well. What we want
is a book—a big book—and I have
an ,idea that we'll iifid it among the
writings. Jeffry left behind
*. * *
The day the wooden box - came
fronv Jeffry Clay's aunt, Gillian and
Simon were downstairs"in the recep-
tion room. "It's come at fast. Think
of it, Gil, that box may be worth its
weight in gold, yes, many times
over."
Simon was telling the men to take
it upstairs and put itlin his office. A
messenger boy came in and handed
him a telegram. He glanced at it
and turned_.to Gillian with a bright
wonder and triumph in his eyes.
"We've done it! It's the book of the
month, Gillian—Westward the Tide.'
They're' wild about it. I have to go
to New York at owe, I'll fly. You'll
come with me. We'll .be married
there or here or anywhere. Come
on, Gillian, what are you waiting
for? Darling, don't you see—"
"Simon!" She saw him through 'a
mist of tears. "Wait, Simon. I can't.
I lgea� 4i'dad �1etei wait ux1�il' f,°;tea'
come tae � �. tae. stt R►.aaryt
MI k�'SfN ff�r
thluP £o , 4a o da New Teel , X' t ° enroelepe
waAt a 33,011#111rOn� Pat a 'b siASCa i It' Mtn
"Ferblap �ral!1e x'l ht, . +Milian: I.
een\epeed ..:thins p ° down there. 1
cen,,he bad tomorrow and And you`
will be here 4altg g dor me and—nit,
it's hard to -
"I'm still tr,rig, Simon, But you
had better get going, my dear. You
have Only a little
"Dash it'! And T ,•`must leave: poor
Jafpry's stuff till 1 get back. I tell
you, you ,dig iota dt and look it over
and- •w'j a ane • it there's anything
tilere,.anything,big," ..
"You—you really want me 'to open
the box?"
You're my partner, " aren't' you?"
He tilted heir chin , and kissed her
gravely on the tip of the nose. "Of
course I do,"
She' rode to the airport with Si-
mon,.
"I'm so proud,, Stlmon," she said,
her eyes never leaving his face.
"Proud and happy to think you've
done it."
"We've done it, you mean. It" was
your being there always at my ,side
that pushed me along. I couldn't
have brought it off. without you. It
means our happiness. When I come
back—"
"I'll be waiting, Simon." •
It was late afternoon when Gillian
returned to the office.
Wlith something in her heart that
was. more than a prayer, she went
up to Simon's. room.
"There's nothing—noth1ing of what
I feared'," she assured herself eag
erly, as the box swiftly emptied. I
might have known he would hot--
Oh!"
liot=Oh!„
It was the last•thing in the box., A
large manilla, envelope, sealed - and
labelled • in bold writing—"Journal of
my Loves," and dated a fe"w weeks
before the day of his death. • -
•Giliian stared at _it, put out her
.hand, drew that hand back.
ikeas1+1� 'ak4d laid i ,.c
blobtilRg
wit0.90stops ino sl ;read
an,
SIQWIY iV, that ro9m ` e - egaR
to Yrsaoo• the kOOS t tieatr z tlidn pf
eozneth ng that ,fid been ue1 a ar4d
good, something _godlte al4d ^16lem
did. Almost she could see S1Me.
IKi11igrew's face,.: see the pain, • the
disillusionment, 'the horror., and she
knew that 1 e' Would never complettely
recover frorn•these things. Something.
Would go out of •life forever, after h.e
read these pagefl.
"He shan't read them," •she said
softly, tonelessly, evenly. •"He shall
never see them. I am- the only one
now who knows they ever existed.,
Simon wdll never knovfr!"
She moved quickly now, in a panic.
She could not bear to look for a mo -
anent longer at that sad and damn-
ing record that Jeffry Clay had left.
She had to' put it out of sight, hide
it, destroy it and forever after pre-
tend that ,it hada never been.
But -"'she was afraid. Perhaps the
book would be a tremendous suc-
cess, perhaps it, would be a sensa-
tion—in' fact, she was Pretty sure it
would be.
She hurriedly put out the lights
and left the building.
* *
She was sitting with the half -empty
tea cup when Anse came in with a
load of books.
Here," he said, "is something—
Why, my dear, you look tired unto
death. What, kept you so late?"
Site moved her shoulders as if
shaking off• some oppressive weight,
then stood up and walked to the
window and gazed out. on the lights
of the .city. She said, "I'm sorry to
bother you, Anse. Don't think I'm
unhappy,. I'm not. Certainty not on
my own account. • This is just—some-
thing. • It will pass; -When Simon
is
4;,
:load ilte
::Mon, ot%rsxls .ailFe n,,' date, ' a i
it? Jaff ��a, Jill + Rte; max'
there's' on'ty Salta914 It•1�cl
° a4se .t°e apeCllof .* ale t..
-said ;o04, ht =,4en • oqi' ssed
bin and went to bed,
the 21ex'y' e w . tle
grainAt." fromP11.SI B1orn, Ulmer:
s`.ieceaas •eof
his negotiations With the book club
officials had More' than come 'pp to
Meontreapectatil:onsat . Ilefivewothulatd beafterUobaglr onq flu
Would she meet- him at the airport?
And there was love for her.
Gillian could had .little .'i appiness'
in the day. She had so often to pass
that locked . cupboard where, deep
hidden beneath the reams of musty
paper, there"lay the story that Jaffry
Clay had left.
Ing the joy of seeing Simon, tall
and smiling, iris eyes searching the
crowd tor her, she forgot her trou-
bles. He held her close to him, and
laughing, crying, she, -clung to him
and said: "Oh, Simon, . it's been so
long!"
"Darling! I was hoping you'd say
that. It was an age for me too.
And you did miss `the."
Simon had no chance to continue
until they were seated in the taxi.
"I thought , there'd be a wire from
you, Gillian. Ddd you go through
Jaffry's manuscripts?"
"Yes—yes, Simon. I—I'm afraid
there is nothing very wonderful
there. I told you not to build so
much on the hope that there would
be a masterpiece, because I—"
Simon was frowning, his lower lip
caught in his teeth. This . had been
a blow to him. "1 — I can't under-
stand it," he said at last. "1 had 1
PelKer
too
;s.
wan • I. 1V.;EIIN 9AD C'i
hoped so much="
"I. know;
but there .are ot,40r tbfpgyi
will be other , boosts., greater orate:
And You .,have enough of ISA*
terial anyway, . fora couple of Yl
uanfes. 'They should d}Q well;,"
"Yes—well, we'll have to be ico
tent with' that. You're all that-PYLt, " t
ters to nee, Gillian,;: Qh,:
Be fished in his waistcoat trot • 1
"The most important thing.,, and: E
forgot dt."
He brought out a cream:colored
box and opened it and held it before'
her eyes.
"An. emerald!" She gazed at it,
enraptured—"I love it, Simfon—love.
it!„
"I'll put it on your finger now and
kiss you and think you're another
step nearer to belonging to' ale."
'She drew back. "1, --wait until to-
morrow, Simon. Do you mind ' wait-
ing until then? It's—it's just that t0-
day I don't—"
- (Continued Next Week)
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