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;. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
Chittenliam discovers, to his
amazement, that the giy}. beside
^liiiu in the cut appeals to him as
no othet woman has evei’ appeal
ed. And something intangible
■convinces him that her feeling to-
. ward hjm is similiar to his own
toward her. “Do you. believe in
love at first sight?” he asks her,
’ <as the car toils, up the mountain
-toward the hotel.
At the hotel, after refresh-
spent, Chittenliam and Julie found
their mutual attraction so strong
<as to be irresistible. In the morn-
1 3ng they returned to the town he-
* Sow, Julie apparently jubilantly
happy. Lombard tells. Ghitten-
' ham that he has made a mistake,
that this Julie Farrow is not the
< one who ruined Rodney, but her
cousin of the same'•name. Chitten-.
.. Jiam is horrified. He calls at
Julie’s hotel and confesses that lie had tried to win her love for pur-!
* poses of revenge, believing her to
she the other Julie.
Giles goes with his mother to a
ILondon night club, where he meets
Julie Farrow— his Julie—who is
^drinking heavily and trying to; ap
pear to be having a good time. A
•mutual friend introduces him. He
.says he has met • her before, but
.she laughs in his face, and de-
, «lare;s they have never met. •
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“Oh, no, I don’t think so. He was
trot one of those who specialize in his
women very much. I think a kiss
was just a kiss to him.”
She slipped away and they saw her
30111 Essen and Mrs. Ai’dran at the
4’ar table.
' Doris glanced at Chittenliam
jand made a little grimace.
“Cocktails!”, she said eloquently.
“Such, a pity! It’s not like,Julie a
Ini. She used to be such a decent
;sort, hut now you really can hardly
tell her ’firoin the other Julie. Bred
■in -the bone I suppose!”
“Are the two Julies really very
much alike, Miss Gardener?” he ask-
•»d with an effort.
Doris hesitated, pursing up her
scarlet lips.
“The other Julie is really better
booking,” she said after a moment.
**Most men call her beautiful, but to'
aife . . . well, I used to prefer this
Julie until lately.”
“You mean—HaS she really chang-
.so much?”
.Doris laughed.
“It may sound absurd, but she has!
Every one is commenting upon the
fact. She used to be quite different.
Then quite suddenly she altered! She
ibegan to haunt places like this and
jshe began to drink too much. If I
'ididn’t know her as well as I do I
should say she has had some rotten
Hove affair, but'Julie never liked
men. She’s different to her cousin
an that respect at all events.”
• The music stopped once more 011
Abe fashionable, jarring, questioning
mote.
“I suppose we must join the others
wvhat,” Doris said. “Hark at Julie!,
^y<ou can hear her voice above all this
^racket.”
Mrs. Ardron’s face was a study.
She was trying to shiile and look as
-3f she thoroughly enjoyed the situa-
aiton, and. yet there was a timid look
an her eyes as il! she were not quite
ssirre if it were the .right thing to
Saxigh or not.
“Miss Farrow has been telling me
That she has a cousin so like her that
jthey are very often mistaken for one
^another,” she said.
“Yes, .so I understand,” Giles said
■rather shortly. •
“It must be very awkward,” Mrs.
Jltrdon murmured.
'“I find it rather amusing,” Julie
■said flippantly. “Y.ou know my
eousin, do you, Mr. Chittenliam?”
■“I have not that pleasure.”
'“Oh, you’ll love her,” Julie rattled
“xnn “All the mdn do. She’s got the
Suggest scalp collection in London.”
Giles made a little movement to
aripe but Julie was too quick for him.
“Dance with me, Mr. Chittenliam!’
,aslie commanded. And before he was
iuware of it Giles found Himself back
'.again in the whirlihg throng, his arm
ground Julie’s slim body, her hand
/'•resting lightly on liis (shoulder.
Be looked dbw'n at her and felt
dhaf it must be a dream.
The same, and .yet such an utter
ly different Julie to the girl he had
•held in his arms a few weeks ago.
He tried th think of something to
ifeay, but no words would come, and
Tt wajs Julie who'broke the silence.
•- “Isn’t this a filthy band.?” she said
disgustedly.
He avoided her bye$ as he answer
ed. ' . . *
“My thoughts were so fair away. I
was: thinking of a wonderful night
you.and I spent together on the top
the world.”
“Oh, that!” She laughed careless
ly. '“Fancying remembering ItlJ/Ve
all about it ages ago. Fear
fully uncomfortable, wasn’t it. “And
j(So boring, wasn’t it?**,
“I was not bored.”
“Really!” she shrugged her white
shoulders, “Queer man! Lets talk
of something pleasant shall we!”
Chittenham’s face flamed.
“Isn't all this rather—cheap,
Julie?” he asked quietly. “For you
to deny that we had met before,”
She made a little grimace.
“I thought you might not like to
acknowledge pie. I’m ‘earning quite
a reputation, you know, as the bad
girl of the family. I believe even
Bim—(dear Bim is shocked some
times! I believe even Julie—the
other’ Julie would not he too pleased
with me if she knew some of the
things I do—”
“What things, Julie?”
“Oli— just things! men, and things
like that.”
Chittenliam caught her islender
wrist in iron fingers, •
“I should like to thrash you,” he
said savagely.
For a moment she struggled to
free her arm, then suddenly she stood
very ’still looking up at him.
“You did thrash me—-once,” she
said.
“Bye-bye, every one! I suppose
we shall meet again some day. Doris
will tell you where I live, Mr. Chit-
tenha-m, if you ever feel like running
in for a cock'tail and if she doesn’t
remember you’ve only got to enquire
of the police! I’m well known to
the police.”
iShe laughed again recklessly, wav
ed her hand and strolled back io
her own corner where she was greet
ed with ironical cheers and banter.
“Shall we dance?" Doris asked
and he rose to his feet.
He tried not >to see Julie as they
went round the room, but islie seem-
fed the only real thing in a crowd of
unrealities. Laughing, always laugh
ing in that shrill, reckless fashion!
He longed to go across to her and
pick her up in his arms and carry
her away from the noise and heat
and glare, and soothe her into rest
and sanity again.
sii
Bim Lennox sat by the fire, a cig
arette between her lips, and her feet
thurst into a queer-shaped pair of
Chinese embroidered slippers.
A clock on the narrow nrantelshell
had struck four, and Julie was not
yet home.
It was the third time running that
Julie had arrived home-In the small
hours of the morning, jaded . and
and pale, and trying to pretend that
she had .a. good time.
“And no man is worth it!” Bim
told herself 'almost savagely as she
threw her cigarette end into the
grate and rose to her feet. ”No man
is worth breaking yourself to pieces
for!” And Bim knows! For three
years she 'had waited and hoped and
suffered and told herself, but she
had been wrong. The only thing
that had happened had been that the’
man she loved had married another
woman.
“We’re such fools! Such pathetic
tools!” .she told herself, as she walk
ed over to the window and* pulled
the curtain aside. Presently a taxi
cab turned into the street and stop
ped with a squeaking of brakes out
side the block of flats.
Julie at last!
Bim listened ’anxiously. She was
not alone. A man’s voice was an
swering her laughing words, and
presently the steps of two people as
cended the stone staircase. Bim went
to the door, turning up the light as
she went.
“I thought' you were lost!” she
said.
“Lost!” Julie swept past her into
the flat. “Why should we be lost?
A fire! How can you bear it! Im so
hot I don’t know what to do,”
The man who had come with her
was looking at. Bim with enquiring
eyes, hesitating in the'doorway.
“It’s usual to introduce people,
Julie,” Bim said.
Julie turned. “Sorry I forgot!.
This is .... ” She broke into a
little laugh. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgot
ten your name,” she- told the man.
“One meets so many people! This
is my friend, Miss Lennox—”
“My name is Schofield—-Lawrence
Schofield,” the man said.
He was rather a ordinary-looking
man, obviously a gentleman, and not
very young. He kept looking at Bim
in a half-puzzled, half-apologetic
way, and after a few desultroy re
marks he' said good-night.
“Good-night!” Julie twitted him
“Don’t you mean good-morning? It’s
nearly five.”
Without knowing why, Bim felt
rather sorry for Schofield; she went
to the door with him and offered
her hand.
“Good-night, and thank you for
seeing Julie home.’
Bim bolted the door and came
back into the room.
J’ulie had lit a cigarette, but It had
gone out again, and she was leaning
back amongst the cushions her eyes
closed, and her mouth drooping in
dejected lines.
Bim stirred the fire into a blaze,
"“Who is he?” she asked.
Julie opened her eyes. J’WbQ?-’—
Oh, (Schofield. I don’t know. Ho was
there to-night, surd he seemed rather
like a fish out of water, so I took
compassion on him. Not very In
tel esting, is he?”
“Nobody else exciting there ’to
night?” *
“No, at least-—oh, yes!” A Jittie
flame lit Julie’s weary eyes. “There
was one rather exciting person..
Guess?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Giles Chititenham.” -
“Oh!” Bim avoided’ looking at her
friend, and Julie rattled on. “He is
as charming as ever!” Julie said
airily.c “I danced with him once or
twice—once, I think! I asked him
to come and see 11s some evening.”
“Julie!”
“Well, why not?" Julie snapped
her eyes open defiantly. “It will be
nice to have a fresh man to go out
with.”
Bim rose to her feet with a little
shiver. “I’m going to bed,” she
said, *
“All right. Pleasant dreams, and
thank you for waiting up.”
Blm got as far as the door, then
she came back.
“Julie!”
"Well?”
“Don’t be a little fool, Julie dear
—about Giles Chittenliam . . When
we left' Switzerland you .said you
hated him and that you hoped you
would never see him again. I don’t
know why—I don’t want to know,
but—”
“I don’t know why either,” Julie
interrupted ruthlessly. “I’m chang
ed, quite changed , , , I used to be
such a fool—priggish! unsophistica
ted, But that’s all gone now, and
I’m much happier."
“Happier!"
“That’s what I said,” Julie said
defiantly.
Bim stood looking al her for a
moment, then with a little helpless
shrug she turned away.
The door closed between them.
Julie stayed where she wai, her
eyes fixed on the fire. “Changed,
quite changed,” she told herself
fiercely. “I don’t care about any
thing any more. Nothing can. hurt
me. What’s the use of trying to go
straight and be what people call
‘good’! It’s much better not to care
for one—not to care ...”
She bit her lip hard, and closed
her eyes as if in sudden pain.
“I’ll make him suffer—I’ll make
him suffer—” she whispered.-
3js sft *
A chance twist in the wheel of
Fate threw Lawrence Schofield
across Julie Farrow’s pathway in
the Faun cafe. Sfchofield was a
widower. His wife had been neuro
tic and fretful, and for eleven years
she had done her best to crush every
instinct of joy and cheerineiss out of
her husband’s heart.
He was nearly fifty, and he could
not remember that he had ever had
what is called “a good time” in all
his life until that night when some
chance acquaintance took him along
to the Faun and introduced him to
Julie.
To him she was like a creature
from some entirely different world.
He was not .sufficiently versed in
modern ways -to recognize her reck
less artificiality; to him she was a
creature of light and happiness.. The
short ride home with her in the chill,
early hours of morning had been a
revelation to him.
To-night he felt younger than he
had ever felt.
If Julie would marry him , . .
he awoke from bis dream with a
start at his own audicity.
(To be continued.)
SUCCESSFUL ANNIVERSARY
The annual Thank Offering -Ser
vices of the Chiselhurst United
Church was held on Sunday October
5th. At three o’clock in the after
noon a well filled, church greeted the
pas-tor, Rev. .S. J. Mathers, of Grand
Bend, who delivered a well prepar
ed discourse on Thanksgiving. Spec
ial music was rendered by the church
choir assisted by Mrs. Rev. A. Sin
clair and Mr. G. Parlmer of Hensail
United Church, the anthem in the
afternoon was “Praised in Zion” the
solo parts taken by Mrs. Sinclair,
Mrs. Carl -Sitoneman and Mrs. M.
Cudmore. Also a mixed quartette
by Miss Pearl Harris, Mrs. Sinclair,
Mr. Parlmer, Mr. M. Cudmore, sing
ing “Down Deep in the Sea.” In the
evening at 7.30 an overflowing con
gregation assembled, when the preach
er of the day again gave a very ap
propriate discourse. The choir an
thems were “Praise Ye the Father”
and “O, Jesus Thou Art' Standing”,
special mention being made to the
male quartette, singing “The Way
side..Cross” by Messrs Wren, Parlm
er, Horton and Cudmore, Mr. Cud
more taking the solo part with Mrs.
W. ,J. Pybus presiding pianist. On
Monday evening, .October 6th a hot
fowl supper was served in the church
shed by the ladies of the congrega
tion, the shed being decorated with
evergreen and colored streamers,
the tables with colored candles. Fol
lowing the supper a well prepared
program was given in the church by
the Colborne St. United Church
Choir, London. The thank offering
and proceeds from the supper realiz
ed in the neighborhood of $385.00
These services should be very en
couraging both to pastor and people
as it te one of the rural charges
which is striving through church
services and (Sunday school to give
spiritual leadership to the commun
ity.
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In relating ’his experience* with
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Many people away from home are using
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Mrs. J. Rowland and Miss Susie
Hartman are attending the C. W.
convention in Tilbury this week'.
Miss Margaret Ryan, of Detroit,
is spending a few days with Mr. and
Mrs. M. Ryan and other friends in
the neighborhood.
Mr. and Mrs. P. Sullivan and fam
ily spent a few days with Mrs. Sulli
van’s mother, Mrs. Kerns, of Wal
lacetown.
Mr. and. Mrs. Etue and family, of
Detroit', spent the week-end with the
latter’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jas.
Carey.
Mrs. Walker and
spending a few days
Sarnia.
.Mr.. Frank G-lavin,
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other relatives here last week.
Mr. 0. Hall and friend, of Lon
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