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CHAPTER IX u
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Beautiful Gilliam Meade, niece r
of colonel Anselm Meade, wishing
to restore the rapidly dwindling
family fortune and to provide her e
sister, Deborah, promises' to mar- t
ry wealthy Jon Hillyer. Then, sire c
meets Simon Killigrew, b e s t 1
friend of the late Jaffrey Clay,'
young poet to whom Gillian had I
been . engaged. At first . Simon I.
blames Gillian for. Jaffry's death;
later falls in love with her — and e
Gillian with him. Admitting their E
love for each other, Gillian tells r
Jon she can't marry him, then
goes to work .in Simon's printery i
in Montreal. Success comes, to
them when Simon is called to New r
York—one of their. books has been
chosen the Book -of -the -Month.
While he is 'away, Gillian opens
Jaffry Clay's newly -arrived manu-
script. And because of what she
finds, refuses to accept an emer-
ald ring which Simon brings her
from the east.
""Why, what is it, Gillian? I—you
know I could not get this before, but
you also know I'd set my heart on ,
it. I want to see yon wear it. Still, •
you must have your reasons. I'll
submit. But.I'll have the kiss."
"As many as you . want, Simon.
I love you."
But Gillian could not have let Sim-
on put that ring on her finger, not
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ntil her hands were free of Jaffry
lay's story. ; hg could not. Tomer -
ow she would wear it with pride. To-
ight, When she consigned that thing
o the kindly flames, there would be
o ring of Simon's on her finger.
It was late when Simon left Gilliam
t her apartment. He said 'she wa§
tred after the hurry and excitement
f the ,trip. He would go straight
ome.
She gave Simon plenty of time to
e on his way, then moved out of the
oorway arid' along the street.
She stood for a while across the
quare from the Printery. She cross -
d the square then, and r opened the
oor,
She went cautiously upstairs, feel -
ng her way.
Findig the manuscript, she laid
t on Simon's desk, pulled it from the
I and carried it to, the fire -
lace. She found a book of matches
in her pocket and struck one and car-
ried the flame to the top sheet. It
I slowly, the flame creeping ov-
er the black lines„like the tide across
I • sand, blotting them out forever.
Faster, faster, she . urged — burn
f
Iaster. Journal of My Loves—one
y one the words of the title were
e
Waten' away,, as his name had been
aten before them.
"Thank God!” s h e whispered.
'Thank God, `it's done now, and noth-
Lng can ever bring it back—"
The lights went on. For a moment,
dazzled, she did not realize what had
happened, She stood Up, turned slow-
y,lto meet Simon's startled eyes.
"Why, Gillian! Whatever are you
doing?"
`tI was. 'burning—some rubbish.''
'Oh, some odds and ends, • Nothing
important."
"But why in the dark, Gillian? 1
left my 1it•ief case here and remem-
bered when I was part way home
some things' I wanted to look at.
"Oh, it's nothing, Simon, I—" hex
nand flew to her throat, and••lier eyes
dilated and all her life seemed to
stop. She could not move, could
not speak, ,.could not tear her gaz'a
f
Frota -the envelope on Simon's desk.
rom where she stood she could see
the bold letters of the label= -"Journal
of My Loves." And "Jaffry Clay" be-
low it.
Simon walked over' to' the desk
and picked it up.
"You burned the story, Jaffry left.
You flung it in the 'fire rather thau
let me know and let the world know
what you really were to Jaff Clay. I
—it is hard to believe!" •
She managed to speak at last. "I've
learned to take it, from you. Now
you can take it, for once and all, from
me; I burned his story, yes! And if
he'd written a thousand like it, I'd
have burned them too. And if you
think the world is any worse off for
not being able to read the records of
a small-time Don Juan, you're making
a sad mistake."
"I hate you for this," he ,said quiet-
ly. "You wouldn't have gone ,out of
your way' to lie to me. you wouldn't
have burned that manuscript; if •you
were not afraidof it. of what it might
do to -you. You couldn't afford to let
it see the light, could you? •It accus-
ed you, didn't it?"
She said, "I'll go now, Simon. I—
I suppose that's the only thing to do."
"What else?" He threw the empty
envelope on the desk and looked
forlornly at it and at her. "This was.
why you would not take the ring from
me this afternoon. You had to do
this rotten- thing first. Then you
could have worn it with what you
could call a clear' conscience. You
have no conscience, no heart, no—"
"Bitter things, Simon." Her voice
was soft. • "I have to go. I won't
comeback here. So it's good -by,
Simon."
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it you never lose it."
"These are things 4 between Simon
and me"—she , spoke very slowly
"that may never be cleared' up. If he
wants me he must take a great deal
on trust. I think he is big enough to
do that. If he really loves me enough
he will come back to me. 1 want him
to come back — want him on any
terms."
."He told me to ask you, Gillian."
"He—he 'sent you here!"
Jon nodded. "I , should have told
you at first, but'I had to know how
you felt about it. And now I know.
Shall I tell him to.come?"
"Yes, please, Jon—tell him to come.
Tell him I'll be waiting."
He carne the next day, when only
Anse was in the cottage, • and Anse
shook his hand and showed him the
path across the fields Gillian had tak-
en. "If you follow that path you're
bound to meet her."
He walked slowly through the fal-
low fields.
Gillian stood still and expectant
when she saw him. She said, "I am
so glad you came, Simon. I—I don't
think I could have waited any long-
er. I don't care what you think of
me, Simon, just • so long as you love
me."
"I think only the best of you, Gil-
lian. I would not ask you again to
marry me if I couldn't take you with
a heart free from doubt. I believe
you bhliey'e ilii '+#I1 with nil
soul,"
„Ad you've alT00i believed i xtloHe`
yon love," :she said', and Calve into his.,
arms a314 raised i?er face: to his kiss.'"
They were warliedi three days let-
ter in the little giraystone °burgh in:
Rydal where many other Meader 'be-
fore her had stood before' the high
altar and said the words she said,.
Anse was there, tall and straight-
and very much on parade. He looked
at her in t+he pale 'green dress she
wore and thought that he bad never
seen her lovelier than' at this mom-
ent.
t.
Deborah was there, looking taloof
and mournful, and Jon Hillyer was
there, sharing their happiness, forget-
ting his own loss in seeing Gillian
happy.
The reception was at Rydal House.
It was a happy hour -and if the ghosts
of Jaffry Clay and Hilary were there
at the long, white, glittering table
with its tall cake, no one saw them.
"I adore you, Milian," Simon whis-
pered during Anse's lovely speech, of
which she`heard scarcely a word.
"Forgive melt ever I 'hurt you."
"Maybe I am the 'one to ask for-
giveness, Simon. Let us say that on
both sides all things are forgiven.
That's the way it should be—today."
"Today and forever."
At the bend of the road on Malvern
Hill where one, looking back, has the
last glym'pse of Rydal, he stopped the
car and drew her into his arms and
kissed her. He said, holding her close,
looking earnestly down at her, "I
codldn't wait any longer for that. It's
so hard to realize that we're married
at last, Gillian, that nothing can take
you from me now,"
"Nothing can, Simon."
They drove into the dusk of a bleak
and windy day.
"We'll drive until the moon comes,"
he said gayly, "and then there's a lit-
tle lost village I went to years ago—
alone. I was happy there and I'd like
totake you to i't."
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drove i1:to tkre aid ad :tragi
k►iu hndi the labdl d, fioar 11e came
f;1•t. a joiy an07004't 4)30hand,;
w£ invisri!ble, welt' .and �v4ater,S?!'
greet t11e11i,•
s`14.T'ad'alne gt rofsietirl. YOU are l,nos'
welcome, Au' -nig" best, room cer
tarty, at your disposal. We w111 go.
up there now an whale you. testi
w311- make-ready • som.e;,' ,good supper,
.It .mesa a lameLand pleasant room.,
into which he ushered thein,
Gillian was looking at the books on
the little table by the bed. fiinaon
looked too. "IIeilo," he said, "Here
is a copy of Jaff ,lay's ijrst poems—
and, by Jove, with his autograph too."
The innkeeper nodded delightedly.
_He stay here one time for a week,
that young poet. He an' his wife. Hey
forgot .this book. M'sieur and Ma-
dame Jones, he tells me, but I see his
picture in that book he left. Ah, they
were happy those two—so young; so
much in Love=Jaff, she call • him an'
he call; bet'' Hilary."
The door closed behind him. Simon
stood as' if turned to stone and the.
book slid slowly from his ''hand and
fell to the floor. 'Gillian looked at
him and looked away. Even she
could not intrude •upon.s.what he felt
in this moment. Here, in' this forgot-
ten place, he had found the truth at
last, the cruel truth that she had
risked her happiness to keep from
him.
"I—I'm sorry, Simon. I fought al-
ways to keep it from you. It was all
in his book; the story of their love,
that was why I burned it. He turned
from her to me. She came to me 'then
and that was why I'd have no more
to do with him. But for them it was
over. She caught cold, took no care
of herself — and he, well you know
now,"
"I'm not thinking of them, Gillian,"
he said, his head •bowed. "I'll never
again think of them. It's of you I'm
thinking—of what you did, of what
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long his agony, accompanied' by un -
you suffered—"
He took her in, his arms and held
her close, her wet cheeks- against his.
"It. was worbh while, Simon," she said.
"I wanted you to keep your faith. in
love and in the things you loved."
"I have faith now. I've. seen some-
thing that I didn't know existed in
this world. It is in your heart, Gil-
lian, and it's a shrine at which I can
always worship now and know that
no falseness can enter there."
THE END •
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She could never remember what
Anse said when she groped her way
up the dark stairs and into the quiet,
comfortable room where he sat sur-
rounded by his books and maps.
She became . calmer after a . little
while. She sat there, weak and spent,
with- no strength in her, . no desire,
no power to straighten out the tan-
gle .of her thoughts. She had lost
Simon. That one thing was fixed in
her mind.
• She said finally: "It's all over, Anse
—between Simon and me." She laugh-
ed:" - Jaffry Clay left a manuscript
that I read, that I would not have
Simon read—I will not say why. To-
night I burned that manuscript and
Simon found out. The title of the
book was 'Journal of My Loves: "
"You still care for Simon—you know
you do." -
"1 think I'll have 'to go my way and
let him go his. I—I am not going
back to the printery any more; I
can't stay here, Anse. Can't we go
back to Rydal?"
"We'll go."
"W can't start too soon to suit me,
Anse."
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Jon Hillyer came to see them after
they had been at Rydal less than a
month. Gillian felt absurdly glad
when • she opened the door and saw
him standing there.
"I am glad to see you, /on. V,%at
is going on in Montreal? I — I'm
starved for news. I came down here
to forget all about the place, but Pm
afraid there's no getting back."
"You mean it',a all over between 1
you and Killigrew?" Jon's voice was
eager, the hand that held his cigar-
ette, trembled. "If that's so, Gillian,
you know that 1—"
"Darling Jon!" She put her hand
over his.
"1 want only the right to protect
you, Gillian; to make yott happy.
Won't you give me the chaneet"
"It tyouldn't be fair to you, Ion. No;
that's ell gnat and ,:ono with."
"If he comet back to yoti—"
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