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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1932-07-21, Page 2AL 4* A * I THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE / THURSDAY, JULY 21st, W82 N. W. W. RAOEY SUCCUMBS. TO ACUTE HEART ATTACK SYNOPSIS Glyn Peterson and his twenty-year old daughter Jean are dining to gether in their home in Reirnfels, Austria, Glyn was of a noble Eng lish family and against the wishes of his family had married Jacquel ine Mavory, the beautiful half French opera singer. They had liv ed vary happily together travelling around 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 old friend Lady Anne Brennan, in 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 in the pine woods. When she goes to visit England this Englishman meets her at the station and proves to 'be a son of Lady Anne. start good said, one of the women at declared his half- to her that it would if both he and made aware at you all' the bother- the journey. But where he was. He usual way”—smil- CHAPTER IX "Blaise has had an hour's of me in getting into your graces, Miss Peterson,” he shaking hands. “I consider it very unfair, but of course I had to be content—as usual—with ^the 'young er son’s portion.” Jean liked him at once. His merry, lazy blue eyes smiled friend ship at her, and she felt sure they should get on together. S>he could not imagine Nick ‘glooming’ about the world, as the hotel had brother did. It occurred simplify matters Lady Anne were once of her former meeting with Blaise, so she took the opportunity offered by Nick’s speech. “He’s had more than that,” she said gaily. “Mr, Tormarin .and I had already met before—at Monta van.’' “At Montavan?” Lady Anne gave vent to an ejaculation of amused impatience. “If we had only knoAVn Blaise could have accompanied you back and saved some details of we had no idea went off in his Ing a shade ruefully—“merely con descending to inform his yearning family that he was going abroad for a few weeks.” Then as ‘Tor marin, having surrendered the car to a chauffeur,-joined’ the group in the hall, she turned to him and con tinued with a faint note of expostu lation in her voice: “You never told us you had already met Miss Peter son, Blaise.” <=■ “I didn’t know it myself till I found her marooned on the plat form at Coombe Eavie,” he return ed. His eyes, meeting Jean’s, flick ered with brief amusement as he added nonchalantly: “I did not catch Miss Peterson’s name when we met at Montavan.” “No, we were not formally in troduced,” supplemented Jean. “But. Mr. Tormarin was obliging enough to pull me out of an eight-foot deep snowdrift up in the mountains so .we allowed that to count instead.” “What luck!” exclaimed Nick with fervour. “Yes, it was rather,” agreed Jean “To be smothered in a snowdrift is n’t the form of extinction I should choose.” “Oh, I meant luck for Blaise,” ex claimed Nick. “Opportunities of playing knight-errant are few and far between nowadays”—regretfully They all laughed, and thefi' Lady Anne carried Je$.n» off upstairs. Here she found that a charming bedroom, with a sitting-room con necting, had been allotted her—“so that you’ll have a den of your own to take refuge in when tired of us,” as Lady Anne explained. .J-ean felt touched by the kindly thought. It takes the understand ing hostess to admit frankly that a guest may ‘sometimes cfave for the solititude of her own company—and to see that she gets it, ( The roo-ms \yhlch were to consti tute Jean's personal domain were delightfully decorated, ol^-world tapestries and some beautiful old prints striking. just the tight note in conjuction with the waxen-smobth mahogany of Chippendale. From the bedroom, where a maid was al ready busying herself unstrapping the traveller’s manifold boxes, there opened off a white-tiled bathroom trarfkly and hyglencially imodern, and here Jean was soon splashing joyfiflly. By the time she had fin ished her bath and dtassed for din ner she felt as thotijgh the" fatigue of the journey had slipped from her like an outworn garment. The atmosphere at dffiiler was charmingly informal and presently, Klien the meal was at an end, the party of four adjourned into the hall for coffee. As <• Jean’s eyes roved round the old-fashioiled, raft ered little With oak, roaring fire of logs sent green flames leaping up chimney’s caverious mouth, place, she was conscious of a intimate thrill of its walls panelled in and its open hearth pleasure, Jacobean where a blue and into the it re minded her of the great dining-hall at Beirfels, But here there was a pleasant air of English cosiness, and it obvious that at Staple the hall had been adopted as a ^living room and furnished with an eye to comfort. There were wide, cushion ed window-seats, and round the hearth " clustered deep, ' inviting chairs, while everywhere were little pleasant, home-like- evidences—an open book (flung down here, a piece- of unfinihed needlework there—of daily use .and occupation. Nick at once established himself atr Jean's side kindly informing her that now that his inner man was satisfied he was prepared to make -himself agreeable. Upon which Lady Anne apologised for his man ners and Nick interrupted her, vol ubly pointing out that the fault, if any, (which he denied,) was entire ly hers, since she had been respon- silbe for his upbringing and inher ited tendencies. They bqth talked at once, wrangling together with huge ’zest and enjoyment, and it was eas- ily*apparent that the two were very close friends indeed. Blaise took no part in the stream of chatter and nonsense sued, but stood a little shoulder propped against ney-piece, drinking his silence. Jean’s glance waneered reflect ively from one brother to the other. They presented a striking contrast— the very stern, dark-browed face of the- elder man, with its bitter looking mouth- and that strange white streak lying like some- ghost ly finger-matk across his dark hair, and the bubbling, blue-eyed charm of the younger. 'The difference be tween them "was as definite as the difference between sunlight ’and shadow. Nick was- full of plans for Jean’s entertainment, suggestions for boat ing and tennis occupying a promin ent position in the program he sketched out,. “It’s reaiiy quire jolly paddling about on our lake,” he rattled on. “The streafn that feeds it hails from Dartmoor, of course. All Devon shire streams do, J believe—at least, you’ll never hear of one that doesn’t, the Moor being our proud est possession. Besides, people al ways believe that your water supply must be of crystalline purity if yd’u just casually mention that its source is a ’Dartmoor spring. So of course, we alpswear to the Dartmoor origin of our domestic waterworks. It sounds well—even if not always strictly true.” f‘Miss Peterson must find it a trifle difficult to follow your train of thought,” commented Blaise a little sharply. “A moment ago you were* discussing boating, and now it sounds as tha4ugh you’ll "shortly in volve yourself—and us—in a dis quisition upon hygiene.” Nick smiled placidly. “My enthusiasm got away with- me a bit,” he admitted with unruf fled calm. ‘But I haven't the-least doubt that Miss Peterson will like to know these few reas'suring par ticulars. However------And he forthwith returned enthusiastically to the prospects of tennis apd kin dred pastimes. Once again Blaise broke in ungra ciously.’ It seemed as though, for some reason, Nick’s flow of light hearted nonsepse, and the dozen dif ferent plans he was proposing for Jean’s future dlvertisemtent, irritat ed him. “Your suggestions seem to me re markably ifiept, Nick,” he observed scathingly, “seeing that at present it is midwinter and the over about a foot deep, eeivably, by the time, and boating become Miss Peterson may not be here. She may get tired of us long before the summer cotnes,” he added quickly, qs though in a belated endeavour to explain away the suggestion of In- hesipitality which might easily Ibe inferred from his,»previous sen tence. , But if the hasty addition were in tended tq reassure Jean, if failed „bf its purpose. The Idea that her com ing to staple’ was not particularly acceptable to Its master had already taken possession of her. Original ly the -consequence of the conversa tion she had overheard at the hotel, Tormarin’s reluctantly given Wel- whcli en apart, his the chim- coffee in lake frozen Quite con* that tennis practicable. come when he met her at Coonibe Eavie (Statiop had served to increase her feeling* of embarrassment. And now, this last speech, though so hastily qualified, convinced her that her advent was regarded by her host in anything but a pleasurable light. “Yes, I t don’t think you must count on me for the tennis season, Mr. Brennan,” she said quickly, “I don’t propose to billett myself on you indefinitely, you know.” “Oh, but I hope you do, my dear,’ Lady Anne interposed ^vith a simple sincerity there was no doubting^ “You must certainly stay with us till your father comes home, and” —with a smile—“unless Glyn has altered considerably, I imagine Beirnfels will n.<?t see him again un der a year.” “But I couldn't possibly foist my self on to you for a year!” ed Jean. “That would be imposition,” Lady Anne smiled across “My dear,” she said. had a daughter—only these two great, unmanageable sons—'and I’m just longing to play at having one. You’re not going to disappoint me, I hope?” • t ♦ There was something irresistibly winning in Lady Anne’s way of put ting the matter, and Jean jumped up and kissed her impulsively. “I should hate to!” she warmly. . But he evaded giving promise: there must be understanding between herself and Tormarin before she could accept Lady Anne’s,, hospitality as frankly and fully as it* was'offered. The opportunity for t’liis clearer understanding came with the entry of Baines, the butler,- who brought the information that a favorite young setter of Nick’s had been taken ill and’ that feared Nick ing in “I’ll exclaim- a sheer at her. “I've aevei’ these answered a * direct a clearer been, hare many days. But never think you are unwelcome at Staple/ “Then why-*-*-! don’t understand you,” she stammered. !She found his sudden changes of humor be wildering. ' I He smiled down at her, that rare, ! strangely sweet smile of his which I when it came always seemed to transform his face, obliterating the harsh sternness of its lines. “Perhaps I don’t quite stand either,” he said gently, I know it would have been if you had ‘never come to Staple, “Then- “Yes”-—slowly. wish that.” She looked at . fully. “Is that why because I’ve come here? Lady An ne—Mind Mr. Brennan seemed quite pleased) protest, . “No doubt. ‘Nick, lucky has no moments.” She felt her cheeks flush under the look lie bent down upon her, but she forced herself to meet it. “And—and you?” she questioned very low. . “I have”—briefly. It was long before sleep visited Jean that night. The events of the day marched processionally through her mind, and her thoughts persist ed in clustering round the baffling, incomprehensible personality of Blaise Tormarin. His extreme bitterness of speech she ascribed to the unfortunate epi sode that lay in his past. But she could find no reason for his strange expressed wish to disregard theii; former meeting at Montavan-—to wipe out, as it were, all recollection of it. . That he did not 'dislike her she felt sure; and a woman rarely makes a mistake over men’s per sonal attitude’ towards her. But for some reason, it seemed to her, he was afraid to let himself like her! It was as though he were anxious to bolt and bar the door against any possibility of friendship between them. From whichever way she looked at it, she could' find no key to the mystery of liis behaviour. It was enexpicable. . Only one thing emerged from ‘the confusion of thought; the lost glam our of that night at Monta-van., had returned—returned with fresh im pulse and persuasiveness. And when at last she .fell asleep, it was the beseeching, soul-haunting, ody of Valse Triste crying in ears. ■you wish I 'I him you i the stableman the dog had distemper, sprang up, his concern show- his face. coine out and a have a look,’ he said quickly. “I’ll come with you,” added Lady Anne. She slipped her hand through his arm and they hurried ‘off to ' the stables, leaving Blaise ’ and Jean’ alone together. For a moment neither .spoke. Blaise, smoking a cigarette, remain ed staring sombrely into the fire. Apparently he did not regard it as incumbent on him to make conver sation, and Jean felt miserably ner vous about broaching the subject of • her visit. At last, however, fear lest Lady Annes and Nick should re turn before she could do so, drove her into speech. ( “Mr. Tormarin,” she .said quietly —so quietly that none would have 1 guessed the flurry or shyness which •underlay her cool' little voice—“I am very sorry- my presence here is so unwelcome to you. I’m afraid you will have to put up -with me for a week or two, but I promise you I will try to make other ar rangements as soon as I can.” He turned towards her abruptly. “May I ask what you mean?” lie demanded. It was evident from the haughty, almost arrogant tone ot hiS* voice that something had arous ed whis anger, though whether |it was the irritation consequent upon her presence there, or because he chose to take her speech as .censur ing his attitude, Jean was unable to determine. His eyes were stormy and inwardly she quailed a little beneath their glance; outwardly, however, she retained her compos ure. * “I think my-meaning is perfectly clear,” she returned with spirit. “Even at the station you made it quite evident that my appearance came upon you in the light of an unpleasant surprise ’ and—from what you said just now t.o Mr. Brennan—it is obvious you hope my visit Will not be a long one/' If she had anticipated spurring him into an impulsive disclaimer, she was disappointed. “I am sorry I have failed so mentabiy in my duties as host,” said coldly. The apology, uttered with such entire lack of ardour, served to em phasise the offence for which it pro fessed to ask pardon. Jean’s face whitened. .She would hardly felt more hurt and astonished had struck her, “I—Tf—” she began. Then ped, finding her voice unsteady. But he had heard the break In the tow, shaken voice, and in a mo ment his mopd Of intolerant anger vanished. “Forgive me,” he said remorse fully—-and there yms genuine con trition in his Voice /‘I’m i cross-grained fellow, Miss Reterson you’ll find that out before you’ve la- he an •have if he stop- under- “Qniy better hadn't coime?’ think I do * a little wist- were angry-^ she added as though in devil, need to economise in magic CHARTER X with mel- her Other’s People’s Troubles Jean awoke to find the chill, win try sunlight thrusting, in long fin gers through the space between the casements .and the edges of the win dow-blinds. At first the .unfamiliar look of a strange bedroom puzzled her, and she lay blinking drowsily, at the wavering slits of light, won dering in vague, half-awake fash ion where she was. Gradually, How ever, recollection returned to ner, and with it a lively curiosity to view Staple bl daylight. (She jumped out of bed and, rattling up the blinds on their rollers, peered out of the window. v There was a hard frost abroad,, and the stillness which reigned over the ice-bound country-side reminded her of the big Alphine silences. But here there was no snow—no dazzl ing whiteness, with cold, grey-blue shadows across it. Green and -shal- en the lawns sloped gently down from a flagged terrace, running im mediately beneath lier window, to the very rim of the' frozen lake that gleamed in the valley seiow; Be yond the valley, scattered woods and copses climbed the hillside -opposite, leafless and bare save where a clus ter o^f tail pines towered in ever green defiance against -the slate .of the sky. In . the farther distance, beyond th'e confines of the manor park it self, Jean could catch glimpses of cultivated fields—the red Devon soil glowing jewel-like through the wisps of morning mist which reigned over wisps of morning mist that still hung in the atmosphere, dispersing slowly as though loth to go. Here and there, a little spiral of denser, blue-grey' smoke wreathed its ‘way upwards from the chimney of some tlptched cottage or farmhouse. And bhck'of it all, adumbrated in a dim, mysterious purple, the great tors of Dartmoor rose sentinel upon the horizon. (Continued next week.) We’d dred if old. all want to live to he a hun- We knew how not to grow The (Jeath occurred suddenly at his residence in London, of Norman W. W. Racey, a well-known sales man of that city. For many years he had charge of the sales of West ern Ontario for the G, I. Case Com pany'. He had spent Sunday at his summer home, Grand Bend, return ed to the city Sunday evening and ■had felt slightly ill, but his condi tion was not considered serious. He passed away -suddenly recently from an, acute heart attack. / He was born near Blyth and was. the son of the late Rev, George and Mrs Annie Racey. His father prede ceased iiim some years ago. His mother resides ib/parkhill, He serv-i ed overseas in the 60th Battery of Regina, 'Sask. After the war he re turned from Southern Saskatchewan where lie had made his home for several years,’and for the past six years he had resided in. 'London, was a member of the A.F. & A.M., Parkhill, and attended, St, John’s the Evangelist Church.' .Surviving are his wife and one daughter, Patricia, London; his mother, Mrs. Annie Racey, of Park hill; two brothers, Dr. George Rac ey and Morris Racey, of Barkhill. The funeral was held Wednesday afternoon from the family residence, with services in St. James’ Anglican Church, Parkhill, at 2.30. Rev, Cqn- on Jeakins,<St. John the Evangelist, church officiated. Interment in the Parkhill cemetery. slats’ diary Friday—well us Boy Scouts was getting taut about insex and wirms ana eel. and then Ithe scout Master ‘made us/rite down whut we about insex wirms a. and all/l cud re member about the Virms was the old saying - that It is a long wirm witch has no trin and all I new about bees was that they are a poor thing to try to set down on.? ISaterday—Mrs. GillCn; says .she |is .soar enuff at Mr. Gillen- to go and leave him.’ She says she has been trying to start Argumint with him ever since the Democratick Can- venshun and he wont argue with her no matter witch way she talks. Sunday—well I was skeered for a while this morningj at S. School when the supperinb—when the ma nger begun to tawk about blisters.* He talked so nice about blisters that I begun to thing mebby blisters had dyed during the nite, but come .to find out blisters moed the church laun yesterday and that was why he tawked so nice about him. They “did not pay blisters or moing the laun Munday—Joe hix was a- rested to day for fishing 'outa season and the Judge ast him whut Xcuse he had and’ Joe just promised he woodent go fishing for a year and the judge sed Well I’ll help you keep your promise for the 1st 6 months and gave him 6 months in jale. Teusday—Ant Emmy was offly sick- last nite .and I herd ma a tell ing Mrs Gillen she had a attack of toe nail poisoning. Mebiby she went barefooted. z Wednesday—Pa was laffing about a add witch was put' in the noose paper Witch he wirks on. It sed Fir Sale a table by a lady with curv ed legs and a Veneered top. 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