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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1933-11-30, Page 6THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 80, 1933 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE Captain Midnight by L. Arthur Cunningham so not I “M’sieu,” said Yvonne, “you have J was there, the Sieur de Cadet and begun early in Quebec to estabish or • Hughs de Pean, whose wife, Angel- should I say, maintain—your repu­ tation as a great lover. I assure you, you had begun for better elsewhere than with me. I am persecuted enough by men of your stamp . . .” She turned sharply away from him and when his friends, boisterous, laughing, found him, she had taken refuge in the darkness from which Jean Pieere had come. Jean Pieere’s long and slender fingers, deceptive of their steel-like strength, cupped fanwise the playing cards he held. A queen of hearts, a queen of spades—aye, Yvonne was both, he thought. The assembly was over, the ladies had gone home from the Castle of St, Louis, but here in a little room of the Inten­ dant’s Palace men sat about the ta­ pis vert, the igaming -ever in their eyes—in the eyes at xeast of young Paul Caron, hei' brother, and of Si­ mon Girard, and of the Chevalier de Rennes, all good friends of Monsieur Francois Bigot, most charming and unscrupulous of rogues. There was, however, no fever in Jean Pierre’s Martel’s clear, dark­ grey eyes only regret. All evening he had not again set eyes on her, though everywhere in tne gay throng he had searched and even discreetly asked for her. She had vanished, seemingly, as if caught up by the moo rays and wafted away. Yes, he thought whimsically, that might well be; for there in the magic light in the elfin surroundings of the anc­ ient garden she had been like a creature unearthly, ot beauty too great to dwell in the prosaic light of candles, in the laughing turmoil of the dance. “You dream, Monsieur Martel.” Simon Girard’s silken voice arous­ ed Jean Pierre from his musings and the moonmist melted and became a green white down three a*d Paul Caron had lost Jean Pierre had lost too-. “Enough!” he said. “There will be other nights. You, too Caron—have you not suffered sufficient loss for once?” “Loss cannot hurt me—” Paul's boyish face was ghastly, his lips piti­ fully white, sheer pain, play—” “One who win, is bound to lose. The pasteboards are contrary. A\nd is it so bad with you as all that?” “Paul exaggerates,” smiled “For Paul there is always out—” “Yes, there is,” said young but only Jean Pierre knew that Paul ■ the beauty of meant something other than Girard! thrown the thousand million stars Jean Pierre laid a to be as foils for his master-jewel, dark green spirits of old Meloses, was dull for you Martel?” It here, was I fear, a ques- against fashion baize covered board with tense faces above it. He had laid his hand. As usual, in their hours of play Girard had won heavily. in his eyes a look of “I—I might win if I ique des tress. “It is Monsieur tion. Bigot laid a finger his nose and looked in droll at the young Parisian, by repute a greater Don Juan and bigger scamp than the noble Intendant himself. “You find our women ugly, without doubt; our men rather doltish—” “Far from either,” said Jean Pierre “I do, to the contrary, find that you have the fairest women and keenest rogues I have yet encountered.” As this was said with a smile and was addressed by one scamp to three others, it provoked only laughter and cheery “bonosirs” as Jean Pierre took his leave. But the Intendant and his henchmen had not been so ready to vote Monsieur Martel a fine fellow and excellent asquisition had they been able to see the look of dis­ dain, of derision upon his lean strong-jawed face. Rogue he might be, but of a calibre far different from these petty robbers and liber­ tines. “Pigs,” he muttered. “Fat, wme- bibbing pigs! Ah, is it good to breathe this clear, cool air of night. What a land! What beauty, what vastness of strength! For weaklings to attempt to govern such means only destruction for them. But in the meantime they do much harm—this boy—her 'brother—” Jean Pierre, as he hilly, moonlit streets thought pleasantly of grily of the methods woud use to force her to marry him. "He would be to her touch as some slimy thing,” muttered Jean Pierre. “A pity that brother of hers would allow himself to fall into the lawyer’s hands. Dame Rather than see him go to prison or be dis­ graced, she woud martyr herself. I know women. And there seems naught that I can do. Paul has stolen from the Royal Treasury—not offi­ cial thefts like Bigot’s. It would go hard with him, of a certainty, were they to find him out. And this Gir­ ard would, by his looks, prove a worse traitor than Judas—” Jean Pierre had been assigned a good in the wraith called met. 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The In­ tendant now, could not be such a callous man that he would not, if the stolen amount were made good, let the youth go with a caution, thought, Jean Pierre—but he did know Bigot. The Intendant received him in a room highly furnished, in a manner comparable with the splendor of sallies itself. Here were great rors in gilded frames, and fine traits of former Governors of France—stern faces that seemed to look reprovingly at this smiling, ir­ responsible man who was so swiftly undoing the work that they, with their heart’s blood, 'had performed; here, too, were carven chairs and fanteuils of 'cherry-wood, and upholstery and cushions of point strewn about. “You are welcome, Monsieur tel,” smiled the Intendant .“Pray be seated.” Bigot, for a moment, toyed with his snuff-box, opening and closing it, tapping the silver lid with his rest­ less fingers. “Women,” he said, as if he had been shaping his words, “are a great source of annoyance to those who are drolly termed their masters. Peste! A man is better clear of the entanglements they involve him in. You know that, monsieur—” “As well as you, sire,” said Jean Pierre, careless of. the sharp look of reproof. “I was speaking neither of your case nor mine,” continued Bigot. “A man has just left me— you met him at the gaming-table last mon Girard. He is an lawyer and may in time, to the judiciary. But here going to marry this night a girl who detests him. Of course he is using pressure to force her consent. I tell you this just to show you that here, too, men are as great fools as elsewhere.” ‘It is good of you to tell me,” said Jean Pierre, faintly suspecting that prying eyes had witnessed his meet­ ing with Yvonne Caron and conveyed news of it to the Intendant. The spreading of gossip would be the night—iSi- excellent be raised now he is I like the place am and.the life of the city draw me away too mu'dh.” dull, but it has its compen- The colony is very quiet sole business of many in this walled city. “Yes, said the Intendant dryly. “Also, from experience, I would be wary of—of—intrigues here, if I were you—” ‘I plan to live quietly: one lives most happily then. where I will not “It is sations. and well-ordered- “Starved,” thought Jean Pierre. “Oppressed.” But he said aloud “There is some spice of adventure. Last night, very late, as I returned home to Sillery I was waylaid by a knight of the road and held at the point of the pistol—” (To be continued) DIED SUDDENLY A prominent figure of St. Marys died suddenly at his home recently of George P. Sutherland. He had been in poor health for some time his four sud- rrHwmTrTTWTmvmwi Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c. 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DENTIST and guidance.” will be welcome, monsieur, why you should SO' honour NEVER HAS INDIGESTION Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday AfternoonSTRUCK BY AUTO While Mrs. (Rev.) George Jewett, aged 73 of 112 Mamelon street lies in Victoria Hospital with a fractur­ ed skull and severe body bruises, re­ ceived when struck by an automobile Sidney Parker, alleged driver of the machine was granted renwal of bail until December 4th on a charge of reckless driving. Cash bail of $100 was renewed until date of trial. Mrs. Jewett, whose husband is a su­ perannuated Methodist minister, was struck by an automobile as she was walking from the north to the south side of the intersection of Hamilto'n road and Mamelon street, while go­ ing to her home from church. Police say the automobile skidded on the slippery pavement. Rev. Mr. Jewett was a fonner pas­ tor on the Elimville circuit. JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA- VIOLET TREATMENTS PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETER Fruit-a-tives make stomach like new “Eh! The royal pet, the rake, the scamp par excellence: Me seems we are well need you in tel. Bien! your jewels, value on the road before you. may keep your reputation—for it I care nothing.” Jean Pierre did as he was com­ manded. He knew when death fac­ ed him and there was no mistaking the nature of this man. In his harsh voice, his tense, bent forward position, the steadiness of the 'gaunt­ leted hand that held the pistol—in all these as death for who should disobey him. “Aye, your watch too,” said the highwayman, as Jean Pierre resi- tated to give up the timepiece which he so much prized—r-a gift youth from his brother. “Let me keep the watch,” “It can be of little value to that and I shall bring you twice its worth in gold to such place as you may designate.” “You prize it well, eh-” “Yes—it was a gift to me my brother—he is dead now.” Captain Midnight laughed again— that terrible, inhuman laughter that made Jean Pierre shudder and as if he had touched a dead But the laughter died away chuckle so soft, so choked, that it was even more appalling. “A pretty sentiment,” said Captain Midnight .gently, timepiece, Where do you dwell, Monsieur Mar­ tel?” Jean Pierre wondered mightily what concern this should be of his, but he answered civilly enough— ‘I live in the grey stone house on the left of the chemin des foulons, a half-mile beyond the flax-mill. It us set back on a knoll—” “Ah!” said Captain Midnight. “I know the place well. I shall visit you soon, no doubt. As a newcomer in the colony, you will need some counsel ‘You Though me—” “iSapristi! Were you not the great­ est rogue in France, and famous too, just as I am here? Why should we not be friends? You speak as if you were an honest man—” Jean Pierre looked sharply up­ wards, his eyes narrowed with sud­ den suspicion but Captain Midnight was only a shadow sitting there on his ghostly mount—only a sinister figment of the night. “Bien!” said Jean Pierre. “You will doubtless find me home.” “If not, then I shall await your coming,” said the highwayman very pleasantly. “Now I must away. My business is such as is best pursued in the kindly dark. A. lovely time, the night, don’t you think? It hides the ugliness of earth and of mankind Au’voir Monsieur Martel. Ho! Bar­ ca!” The white horse reared up, forefeet pawing the air; it swung about, gal­ loped off down the tunnel of moon­ light and shadow, bearing its mask­ ed rider, whose cloak fluttered like a bat’s wings behind him. “The devil!” muttered Jean Pierre staring after him. “a strange fel­ low that. All the time he talked with me I had a suspicion he was mockintg me—as if he Knew a lot more about me than I was telling him. But he lei me keep my watch —and for that I thank ihim.” 'On the afternoon of his first day in Quebec, Jean Pierre was invited to call upon the Intendant, a courier being despatched in the forenoon to convey Francois Bigot’s greetings to the distinguished exile and beg him to honor the palace with his presence At the mount King's letters every courtesy be shown him. Jean Pierre went willingly enough The morning he had spent in his garden, among tihe roses and the rioting pageant of the phlox and jas­ mine and marigold. Flowers—he thought of the moon-flowers in the Governor’s Garden, and of Yvonne, like a dark rose, loveliest of them thought—Girard to marry him. know what was her making any to ARTHUR WEBER LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY PRICES REASONABLE SATISFACTION GUARANTEED Phone 57-13 Dashwood R. R. NO. 1, DASHWOOD "I had always been in good health until I be­ gan having trouble with my stomach. I couldn’t eat anything without discomfort and contin­ ually had heaitburn, severe gas pains and headaches. I can truthfully say ‘Fruit-a-tives’ completely restored me to health." house at Sillery. It was a walk. The bellman, passing shadowy streets, like some conjured up from the night, the hour of two. The city slept. The silence was a mighty and awesome thing that seemed to rise like a mist invisible from the greax river flow­ ing soundlessly far below. Jean^ Pierre loved it—the sky that was the blue troy of the cosmic jeweler, on Fruit-a-tives all drug stores Girard a way Caron,: which, carelessly, haphazardly, with ■ undesign, He had the youth’s his eyes surveyed of the lawyer, the money before him. Pean Lord FRANK TAYLOR LICENSED AUCTIONEER For Huron and Middlesex FARM SALES A SPECIALTY Prices Reasonable and Satisfaction Guaranteed EXETER P. O. or RING 138PROOFHERE'Slacy (the moon; and then woods where lived the that spoke in the rustling leaves; and the dew-wet grass beaneath his feet, a magic carpet. From such fancies as these, it was rude to be awakened in the darkness of the Sillery woods, where indeed he should not have come afoot—rude to be awakened by menacing words, spoken by one still more menacing and sinister. In the moonlight that the over-arching boughs and branch­ es spattered down upon the road, astride a great white steed, black- masqued, blac'k'-cloaked, with black tri-cornered hat, sat Captain Mid­ night. And like an evil eye was the tiny circular1 entry to tne tunnel of death—the muzzle of the pistol that covered Jean Pierre, who carried only a small sword. “Another fop, eh ” Captain Mid­ night laughed—an awful, jarring contemptuous laugh.“What is your name pray-” “Jean Pierre Martel.” the are Bi­ saw and of the was thinking, hand lightly on sleeve; narrowly the gloating face pile of notes and Why, if Paul had been losing at this rate for very long— “If you must 'go, you must, Mon- slieur Martel, sai dPaul. “But I .shall stay yet awhile. Some other will take your place if you will kindly suggest that as you pass through next room—Cadet and de there in converse with my got.” Jean Pierre shrugged; made bitter' mental note mocking glint in Girard’s eyes—the glint that said, “It’s too late to pluck this lamb from the slaughter—” Jean Pierre left the tabe With a curt "bonsoir” passed between the heavy green portieres that separated the gaming room from the Inten­ dant’s chamber and walked in upon one of those sudden silences that al­ ways inform the alert tnat they have been the subject of discussion .Bigot same time a chestnut colored was sent to him, it being the wishes, as expressed by the Jean Pierre had brought, that Dr. Wood’s Norway Pine Syrup Had Bad Cold Turned to Bronchitis Miss Vera Schaefer, Waterloo, 0nt7 writes :—-“I was bothered with a very bad cold which turned to bronchitis. I tried several different kinds of medicine, but none seemed to help me until I took Dr, Wood’s Norway Pine Syrup. 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