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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-06-30, Page 2THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 1033 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE J7ie Jfouse of breams must it be the end! Why not—other days?’* Pride alone kept her silent. It ! was his choice, his decision, that they were not to meet again, and it he could so composedly define the limits, of their acqaintance, she wag far too sensitively proud to utter a word of protest. After all, he was only the comrade of a day, why should it matter tQ her he stayed .or went? “I always believe”—the How— whether Each p«J'*11wad every jay for three weeks. 3 pajs in each packet. JO CENTS PER PACKET at Druggiftf, .Gfocer»?Gpper/al Sf orgt, WHY PAY MORE? THE WIL5ON FLY PAD CO., Hamilton, Ont. WHEN USING Ixttrr ®imea-Aiinonite Established 187'3 and 1887 Published every Thursday morning at Exeter, Ontario SUBSCRIPTION—-|2.00 per year in advance. WILSONS \1 ’.Y PADS READ DIRECTIONS / CAREFULLY AND /j I (JLLUW I HEM / J FX ACTI Y 7 RATES—Farm or Real Estate for sale 50c. each insertion for first four insertions, 25 c, each subse quent insertion, Miscellaneous ar ticles, To Rent, Wanted, Lost, Of Found 10c. per line of six word*. Reading notices Card of Thanks vertising 12 and Memoriam, with extra ^r^efr.^Sp, ea<ch, * Member of The Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association English man was speakipg again, his eyes bent on, hers-—“I always belieye that po matter how sad or tragic people’s lives, may he, God invariably gives them one magic moment—so that they may believe in heavep .... I have had mibe today,” “Don’t you- He laid his shoulders, “I do now- heaven that is His hands slipped upward her,shoulders, cupping her face, and for a moment he held her so, staring down at her with grave, inscrutable eyes, Then stooping his head, he kissed her lips. “Good-bye, little comrade,” he said unevenly, “Thank you for my magic moment.” He turned away sharply. She heard his step, followed .by the quick, par ring rattle of brass rings perked vio lently along the curtain-pole, and a moment later he was gone. With a dull sense of finality she watched the heavy folds of the portiere swing sullenly back into place. CHAPTER VII 10c, per line. 50 c. Legal ad- 8c. per line, In pne verse 50 c. Broad awake at last, .she opened just ‘ships that pass? ” her eyes, Someone—the senator, presumably—was standing at the entrance to the little alcove, and she rushed into conscience-stricken speech. “Oh, have I cut your dance? I'm . sorry—” She broke off abruptly, realizing as she spoke the intruder was not, af ter all. the senator come to claim his dance, but a stranger wearing a black mask* and domino. She was sure she had not seen him before amongst the dancers in the salle, and for a moment she stared at him bewildered and even a little fright ened. Vague stories she had heard of a “hold-up” by masked men at some fancy-dress ball recalled them selves disagreeably to her memory, and her pulse quickened its beat per ceptibly. Then, quite suddenly, she who it was. It did not the evidence of that lock hair above the mask he visible in the dim light cess, to tell her. SYNOPSIS Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year old daughter Jean are dining to gether in their home in Beirnfels, Austria, Glyn was of a noble Eng lish family and against, the wishes Of hie family had married Jacquel ine Mavory, the peautiful half French opera singer. They had liv-s ed very happily together travelling ground when they so desired but always returning to Beirnfels. One year ago Jacqueline had died and Glyn can stand it no longer, he is going away somewhere just wandering, and has made arrange ments for Jean to visit his friend Lady Anne Brennan, England, Jean remains at Mon- tavan awaiting a reply from Lady Anne. She meets an Englishman and spends the day at his cabin on the side of the mountain the pine woods. A storm came while they were there. CHAPTER VI There was nothing strikingly iginal about the conception of her costume. It represented “Autumn” and had been designed for a fancy- dress ball of more than a year ago —before the death of Jacqueline had suddenly shuttered down, all gaiety and mirth at Beirnfels. But, simple as it was, it had been Tied out by an artist in colour, the filmy diaphanous layers brown and orange and scarlet, over the other, zoned with a girdle of autumn-tinted leaves, served to emphasize the russet of beech-deaf hair and the topaz-gold of hazel eyes. Madame de Varigny’s glance swept the girl with approval as they en tered the great salle together. “But it is charming, your cos tume! Regarde, Henri”—turning to the Count, who, as. a swashbuck ling d’Artagnan, was getting difficulties with his sw.ord. “Has it not distinction—this tume d’automne?” The Count retrieved himself hitching his sword once more position, poured forth an unembar rassed stream of Gallic compliment. Madame de Varigny herself was looking supremely handsome as Cleopatra. Jean reflected that her eyes,—slubrous and profound, with their dusky frame of lashes and that strange implacability she al ways sensed in them—might very well have been the eyes of the Eg yptian queen herself. The salle was tilling up rapidly. Jean, who did not anticipate danc ing much, as she had made but few acquaintances in the hotel, watched the colourful, shifting scene with in terest. There was the usual mis cellany of a masquerade—Pierrots jostling againsts Kings and Cossacks, Marie Antoinettes flaunting their jewels before the eyes of demure faced nuns, with here and there an occasional costume of outstanding originality or merit of design. Contrary to her expectations, however, Jean soon found herself with more partners than she had dances to bestow, and, newly eman cipated from the rigour of her year’s mo'urning, she threw herself into the enjoyment of the moment with all the long repressed enthusiasm of her youth. It was nearing the small hours when at last she found herself alone for a few minutes. In -the exhilara tion of rapid movement She Ihad completely forgotten the earlier fatigues of the day, but now she was beginning to feel conscious of the strain which the morning’s skating, "followed by that long, exhausting struggle through the blizzard, had imposed upon even young bones and muscles, sorted alcove, curtained remainder of the salle, (Jean found temporary subsiding thankfully on cushioned divan. The sound of the orchestra came to her ears pleasantly dulled by the heavy folds of the screening curtain. Vaguely she could feel the rhythmic pulsing, the sense of movement, in the salle beyond. It was all very soothing and reposeful, and she lean ed her head against a fat, pink sa tin cushion and dozed, at the back of amusement, her mind., the faintly disturbing ‘ ------ „--------„ „„„„ x thought that she was cutting a Ro- meant,” she answered, a tremor born man senator’s dance. r” ‘ presently she stirred a little, haz-; voice. He paused, “Mine’s only a batter- -a derelict vessel. And best forgotten, " an undercurrent of Close at hand old in in up or- car- and of one into CO3- and, into was a de- from and the here sanctuary, to a ibig knew need even of poudre wore, just of the re- She knew. And with the knowledge came a sudden, disturbing sense of shy tumult. iShe half-arose from the divan. “You?” she stammered nervously. “It it you!” “Who else? Did this deceive you?”—dangling the strip of velvet from his finger, and regarding her with quizzical grey eyes. “I’ve been hunting for you everywhere. I’d almost made up my mind that you had gone to bed like a good little girl. And then my-patron saint—| or was it the special devil told off to look after me, I wonder?—prompted me to look in here. Et vous voila, mademoiselle! How are you feeling after your exploits in the snow?” He spoke very rapidly, in a light half-macking tone that seemed Jean to make the happenings of afternoon unreal and remote, eyes were very bright, almost fiant in their expression—holding a suggestion of recklessness, as though he were embarked upon something of which his inmost self refused to approve but which he was neverthe less determined to carry through. “So you did ‘call to inquire’ after all!” As she spoke, Jean’s mouth curl ed up at the corners in an involun tary little smile of amused recollec tion. "So I did call after all?" He look ed puzzled—not unnaturally, since he had no' clue to her thoughts. “What do you mean? I came”—he went on lightly—“because I wanted the rest of the day which you prom ised to share with me. The proceed ings were cut short rather abruptly this afternoon.” “But how did you get here?” she asked. “And—and why did you disappear so suddenly after we got back to the hotel this afternoon?” “I got here by the aid of excellent skis and the light of the moon; the snow ceased some hours ago and the surface is hardening nicely. I dis appeared because, as I told you, if you gave me this one day, it should bind you to nothing—not even to in troducing me to your friends.” “I should have had to present you as Monsieur l’Inconnu/’ remark ed Jean without thinking. “Yes.” He met her glance with smiling eyes, but he did not volun teer his name. He had made no comment, utter ed no word beyond the bald affirm ative, yet somehow Jean felt as though she had committed an indis cretion an he had snubbed her for it. The blood rushed into her cheeks, staining them scarlet. “I beg your pardon,” she saidi stiffly. Again that glint of ironical amuse- in his eyes. “.For what, mademoiselle?” iShe was conscious of a rising in dignation at his attitude. iShe could not understand it; he seemed Ito .have comlpetely changed from the man of a tew hours ago. Then he had proved himself so good a com rade, been so entirely delghtful in his thought and care of her, where as now he appeared bent on willfully misunderstanding her, putting her in a false position just for his own to the Hi3 de- “You know perfectly well what I of anger and wounded feeling in her _ ____________ ___ ____ r ’ “Y°u bought I was ihquiS- ily aware of some disquiet that was Rive—trying to fihd out your name “Well”—‘humorously—“you were, Weren't you?” quivered SOUSitively, “Ah! me for teasing you! And” earnestly—-“forgive pushing itself into her consciousness The discomfort grew, crystallising at last into the feeling that she was no longer alohe. For a moment, physically unwilling to be disturbed, She tried to disregard ft, but It pef- ( sisted, and, as though to .strengthen yhU my name. It, the recollection of the ’defrauded 1 riiucit better—-that senator came hack to her with in-’know. Remember, creased insistence. j have this one day ■ then added: ed old hulk derelicts are There was deep sadness in his voice, the stead fast, submissive sadness of a man who has long ago substituted endur ance for revolt. “Remember, we can only have this one day together,” The quiet utterance of the Wiords stung Jean into a realization of their signifi cance, and suddenly she was con scious that the knowledge that this unknown Englishman was going away—going out of her lite as abruptly as he had come into it— filled her with a quite dispropor tionate sense of regret. She found herself unexpectedly up against the recognition of the fact that she would miss him—that she would like to see him again. “Then—you want me to forget?” she asked rather wistfully. Her. eyes fell away from his as she spoke. “Yes,” he returned gravely. “Just that. I want you to forget." “And—and you?” The words seemed dragged from her without her own volition. “I?“I’m' going thing matters up, if you forget and I- member.” “What do you want me to give you?” 1 He made a sudden, step towards her. “I want you to dance with me— just once. Will you?” —intently. He waited for her reply, his keen, compelling glance fixed on her face. Then, as though he read the answer there, he stepped to her side and held out his arm. “Come,” he said. Almost as if she were in a. dream,. Jean laid her hand lightly on his sleeve and he pulled aside the por tiere for her to pass through. Then, putting his arm around swung her out on to the floor of the salle. They danced .almost in ■Somehow change of would have apart. This had implied nature of a end of their The band was playing Valse Triste that unearthly, infinitely sad vision of Sibelius’, and the music seemed to hold all the strange, breathless ecstasy, the regret and foreboding of approaching end of which this first, and last, dance was compact. It was over at last. The three fin al chords of the Valse—inexorable Death knocking at the door—drop ped into silence, and with the end of the dance uprose the eager hum of gay young voices, as the couples •drifted out from the salle in search of the buffet or of secluded corners in which to “sit out” the interval, according 'as the spirit moved them. (Jean and her partner, making their way through the throng, en countered Madame de Varigny on the arm of a handsome Bedouin Arab. For the fraction of a second her eyes rested curiously on Jean’s partner, and a gleam of something that seemed . like triumph flickered across her face. But is was gone in an instant, and, murmuring some commonplace to Jean, she passed on. i “Who was that?’’ The Eniglisman rapped out the -question harshly, and Jean was struck by an unaccustomed note in his voice. It held apprehension, distaste; she could not quite analyse the quality. “The Cleopatra, do you mean?” she asked. “That was my chaperon, the Comtesse de Varigny. Why do you ask?" He gave a short, relieved lagh “No particular reason,” he return ed with some restraint. “She re minded me —extraordinarily — of someone I used to know, that’s all. Even the timbre of her voice was similiar. It startled me for a mo ment.” Ke dismissed the matter with ap parent indifference and led Jean again into the same' little alcove in which he had found her. They stood together silently in the dim, rose-hued twilight Shade lamp above, “Well,” he said reluctantly” So this of omr stolen day.” Jean’s, hands, hanging loosely clasped in front of her, suddenly tightened their grip of each other. iShe felt herself struggUiig in the ; press of hew and incoiiiprehensible . A voice Within her was “Why? Why Oh’’—he laughed a little—• afraid I’m inconsistent. I’m to ask you to give me some- I can remember. That’ll even re- her, he smooth silence, small-the customary ball-room conversation seemed irrelevant and dance—the Englishman as much—was in the farewell. I<t was the stolen day. diffused by the Then, as her lip Forgive —more mo for not teli- it is better— you should not:------ -- We can only emotions, together; wo’re crying out rebeiliouslyI at last, slowly, is really the end -believe*in heaven?” hands lightly on her I believe , , . in a out of my reach,” from a •, The de^th occurred in st. Marys recently of Mrs. Robert Rea, who had been confined to her bed for the past two months. Mrs. Rea’s maiden name was Hannah Jane Evans, being a daughter of the Jate Thomas Evans, of Blanshard twp. S*he had b©Qn married for 57 years and is survived by three sons and two daughters. Professional Cards GLADMAN & STANBURY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, *c. Money to Loan, Investments Made Insurance Safe-deposit Vault for use of our Clients without charge EXETER LONDON HENSALLACCEPTS CALL TO ALMONTE Rev. A. MriLaughlin, B.A., B.D., of the United Church, Grafton and son-in-law of Rev. J. W, Down, of Exeter, has accepted an invitation to become minister of the Almonte, pastoral charge near Ottawa. Rev. Mr. Terrill, of Almonte, has been in- vilted to Grafton. Mr. McLaughlin has (been minister of fhe Grafton charge for the past six’ years. He was re cently president of the Northumber land and Durham Ministerial Assoc., president of the Bay of Quinte Win-, ter School, director of the Northum berland Boys’ Camp at Oak Lake, and secretary of the Conference Committee on Evangelism and Social Service. Mrs. McLaughlin is presi dent of the Woman’s .Missionary So ciety at Grafton. Their son Robert is a member of the Older .Boy’s Parlia ment, and another son William was winner of the County and InteT- county public school oratory cham pionship. CARLING. & MORLEY BARRISTERS, SOLICITORS, &c LOANS, INVESTMENTS INSURANCE Office: Carling Block, Main Street, EXETER, ONT. At Lucan Monday and Thursday Which Deals with Reflections The dawn of a new day possesses curious potency of .readjustment. It is as though Dame Nature, like some autocratic old nurse, wakes us up and washes and dresses our minds afresh for us each morning, so that they come to the renewed consider ation of the affairs of life freed from the influences and emotions which were clogging their pores when we went to sleep. Not infre quently, in the course of this spec ies of mental abolition, a good deal of the glamour which invested the doings of the previous day get scrub bed off, and a new and ther pleasing aspect of seats itself. This was somewhat perience when she woke morning following that of the fancy- dress ball. Looking back upon the events of the previous day, it seem ed incredible that they should have occurred. It was like a dream—life itself tricked out in fancy dress. Stripped of the glamour of ro mance and adventure with which unknown Englishman had contrived to clothe it, the whole episode of' their day together presented itself; as disagreeably open to criticism,1 and the memory of that final scene in the alcove sent the blood flying into her cheeks. She asked herself in mute amazement how it was pos sible that .such a thing should have happened to her,—to “our chaste Diana," as her father used laughing ly to call her in recognition of the! instinctive little air of aloofness ’ which she had been wont to keep men at their distance. : Of course, the Englishmen had I taken her by surprise, but Jean was: down very much. Pug drugmy pants too honest, even in her dealings with -clean acrost the st this after .noon herself, to shelter behind this ex-1 witch woodent of ben so bad oney cuse. She knew that she had yield- j w,as still, in them, so I don’t think ed to his kiss and knew, too, that j want to set down to a chirch sup- the bare memory of it sent her heart per. & I will no where to give my throbbing in an inexplicable tumult of Dr. G. S. Atkinson, L.D.S.,D.D.S. - DENTAL SURGEON Office' opposite the New Post Office. Main St., Exeter, Telephones Office 34w House 84J Closed Wednesday Afternoon not altoge- affairs pre- Dr. G. F. Roulston, L.D.S.,D.D.S< DENTIST Jean’s on ex- the the slats’ diary Friday—Pug Stevens tryed to throw a skare into me tody a becuz I give Elsy, witch is his girl a peace of choklet candy, he sed he was a gon a d a g ml y pants all town. Well I told him to go on a hed and drag my pants all over town if he find them to Saterday — I am not so tonite. Ma wants me to go to a church supper but I told her I dr u t h e r stay home and eat a sandwich beouz I ■dont care to set Office: Carling Block EXETER, ONT. Closed Wednesday Afternoon emotion. (Continued next week.) BURIED AT SEAFORTH o v er cud drag well well candy next time, not to no Blab mouth like Elsy Flitch. Sunday—Jake and Blisters and me tuk a walk out in to the country this afternoon arid slung stones at a empty house and we had broke three winders before we seen that sum buddy was iiveng in it. so we was very sorry that we slung stones and broke the winders for mebby it disturbed them. DR. E. S. STEINER VETERINARY SURGEON Graduate of the Ontario Veterinary College DAY AND NIGHT CALLS 'PROMPTLY ATTENDED TO . Office in the old McDonell Barn Behind Jones & May’s Store EXETER, ONT. JOHN WARD CHIROPRACTIC, OSTEOPATHY, ELECTRO-THERAPY & ULTRA VIOLET TREATMENTS ’ PHONE 70 MAIN ST., EXETER 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 The remains of Mrs. W-.Landsbor- ough, a former resident of Tuicker- smith, were brought to Seaforth from Port Credit for interment which took place from First Presby terian Church. The deceased* whose Munday—I gess Bill Hix is the maiden name was Miss Dick, taught luckeyst man in town perhaps when school for many years in Tucker- his wife went to the hospittle last | smith prior to her marriage. Surviv- wean they" got a pear of twins and ing are her husband and one son. The Oddfellows; of Brucefield Lodge held Decoration Day services at Baird’s Cemetery on Sunday af ternoon at which there was a large attendance. Parade was made of the grounds and the graves of the de ceased (brethren were decorated and this was followed by* a very approp riate service. Mr. Geo. Sutherland of Hensall, acted as chairman and Bjro. E. M. Digrian, D.D.G.M., of town, acted as Chaplain. Rev. Mr. Cleave, of Appin, Rev. E. L. Vivian of Exeter and Mr. Thos. Pryde, of town, took part in the services. A short address was also given by Mr. Doig, Barrister, of Pt. Huron. . the very nex day he got him a job as night watch man. Tuesday—Ant Emmy got a letter tfrum her suzzen and she told one of ant. Emmy’s Old sweet harts got a rested last Sunday for being drunk and ant Emmy sed it as a outrage, she sed they shud ouiht to be a Law vs. selling licker dn Sun day, i Wensday—Ma has ben a haveing the tooth ake today and she just went a round a singing all day. Pa sed he gess she wanted the rest of us to suffer a Little meblby. Thirsday—Ma has dissided to Ec onomise this summer so she has give hp havein pa join uh with the Golf club besides she needs a cuppie new dresses and sum hats. Troubled With Her Children Having Summer Complaint Mrs. L< E. Montgomery, Ave. K. 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