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The Brussels Post, 1925-10-28, Page 7Canada's Best Piano --Prices --•Prices from $375.90 uR TERMS TO. SUIT ALL • Do not waste time solving puzzles but get in touch with the old established and reliable firm and get full value for your money, Mason & Risch 97 Ontario St, Phone 17 r Stratford wa"/ L Love, The Tyrant 'There was a faint colouring in her died," lace, and she seemed so engrossed in I She sighed and looked s the dog as to have forgotten his master's presence. "Sorry to have disturbed you, Miss Vancourt," said rack, after a pause, "but I've just been up to the house to see you, and they said I might find ,you about the grounds." "You want to see me'?" said Esther, . rather coldly. "How is Martin this fore her. "Rather hard on him," said Jack, drily, "but rather fortunate—" "For me? Do not say that!" she exclaimed, almost indignantly. "You would not, if. you knew the whole story. It is a very sad one—terribly morning?" so. He—he was murdered out. in "Getting on all right, I think." Australia just after his uncle's death. "I am glad," she said, as coldly as On the very night that the letter an - before. She had glanced up at him for a moment under half her lids nouncing his succession reached him, " she fell to caressing Bob again' with "Poor beggar!" said Jack. "But an air of indifference to the man's that was • no fault , of r yours, you proximity which the youngest girl know." "N-o;I known; but somehow I never think of it without feeling in some way guilty." "I shouldn't think of it," remarked most of the trees' in one of the farm Jack, Yields, Miss Vancourt?" Esther looked up quicklyopen- "I don't—when I Can help it!" she , -eyed now. said, with a naivete which made Jack "Cutting down the trees," she smile behind his moustache. "And so echoed. vaguely. Why? Why do you —so as he was dead, I came into the want to cut them?" property. Don't you think it is sad— Jack stood bolt upright and stifled dreadfully sad?" a sigh. Explaining the elenientary "For you?" asked Jack.• rules of farming to a young girl is a She looked at him almost angrily, traight be- -can manage so cleverly: Jack was slightly nettled by it,- the man is intended to be nettled- and rather abruptly, he said: "Do you mind my cutting down large order for the most patient of and gave an impatione jerk to the men; and Jack Gordon was anything sunshade. care- 'X mean, f don't know;" "Ifut I do," lie said, coolly, "The tree§ ought to go, Miss Vancourt; mangels won't grow--" "You said that before," she inter eapted him, pettishingly, "'But, there suppose you ought to grow mangels! Are you—you comfortable? Do YOU think you will like your --place?„ For the life of her she could not help bestitating before the word "place." Tho young fellow looked so like, a gentleman lounging against the tree that she found it hard to believe that he was a servant of hers, a sort of farm labourer, "Oh, yes; very comfojtabio, Mr. Martin is a geed sort; and Nettie and I are churns already, I shall hold out all right till Martin gets better." She looked down at Bob. J. "And then—what will YOU do?" I He shrugged his shoulders. The future lies on the knees of the ' gods,''he said, carelessly. "What a strange expressionl" she said; her lips parted with a smile that made them very lovable, so lovable, • that Jack, upon whom she had not before smiled, gazed at her with the ,tan's too candid stare of admiration; whereat the smile vanished and a slight frown took its place. "It's Egyptian, I believe. Heard it from a chum; dead now,. poor chap!" He stopped and winced: for he was speaking of this girl's brother. "A churn? One of whom you were fond? I know by the way you spoke," she said, in a low voice. Jack nodded, "Yes," he said, curtly. "I'd reason to be." "Why?" she asked. "Did he do ` you a great service?" "Yes; he saved my life --gave his I life for me—that's all," said Jack. She looked up at him with a sweet gravity and sympathy, and with an interest and curiosity too obvious to be ignored. "It's too long a story," he said, a little huskily, almost roughly. "And too painful," she said, swift- ly, with a woman's quick delicacy. "Some day, perhaps, you will tell me." t "I think not. You'll have to ex- cuse me," he said, grimly. There was a moment's pause, dur- ing which she was trying to recover the attitude and air of dignity with "• which she had received him; then Jack woke as if from a reverie. "I'll get those trees felled at once. Good morning, Miss Vancourt." He raised his hat and called Bob, this time in a tone which demanded instant obedience, and Esther nodded ' rather coldly. Then she said, as if t struck by a sudden thought: :but patient: "Ah, you don't understand, of "`You can't grow corn and mangels course,"she said. I meant for me. -any kind of crop, in fact, and trees But there's no use talking about it." as well in one field," he said. "Not the least in the world,"be Esther stared at him. said. cheerfully, -"And rm not to. cu. "Why do you try, then?" she said. down those trees, Miss Vancourt?" "Trees are ever so much prettier than She jerked the sunshade again so mangels. What are mangels, Mr. -7" that he could see her face. It looked he hesitated. wonderfully lovely and bewitching "Gordon. Jack Gordon," he said, with its touch of girlish impatience raising his hat slightly. and temper in the grey eyes. She returned the salutation with a "Oh, cut them down, if you like!' 'bond of her head; then was wild with she replied, desperately. "I don' herself for doing it, and flushed. "Mangels are roots; cows eat 'em," said Jack. "Can't you grow them somewhere else?" said Esther,' languidly. "Oh, certainly; but this field hap - 'ens to be the best on the farm." "Then why didn't they grow them 'before? How old is your dog, Mr. Gordon?" "Coating four," replied Jack rather curtly. "They have tried, like the idiots they were, but, of course, it 'wasn't any use." "Why didn't Sir Richard cut down the trees?" "Because he had a fancy for them; some persons have." "I have," said Esther, haughtily. Jack nodded, "All right: then we'll grow 'em and give up the crops. He looked at Bob as if he were going, then paused. "Have you any idea how much your home farmcosts you, Miss Vancourt?'. he said, half reluctantly, as if he were obeying a conscientious impulse, Esther stared. "Not in the least. Why?" "Oh, because — well, I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm sorry to have bothered you, and I'll wish you good morning." He called Bob, and the dog atretch- ed himself and wagged his tail with a wistf el glance at the beautilful lady with the soft lap on which his head was pilloried. "Wait, please," said Esther, with her lady -of -the -manor air. "I wish to understand. Perhaps you know that I have only just come, have only recently become mistress of the Tow- ers; and I—I don't know much about anything concerning the estate." The color come into her face, and site forgot her hauteur, "How should el known anything about mangels; they didn't grow them in Islington— 1 mean whore I lived before Sir Rich- ard left me all -all this," She lifted her 'sunshade so that she might look round with a comprehensive glance. Jack felt uncomfortable. "I've—•I've heard something about it," he said. But here you are, you know, and—" "It's time I learnt something now, you mean?" she broke in, as he hesi- tated. "I suppose that is what every- one says and thinks, But pebplo ex- pect too much.Do you know, Mr" Gordon, a few menthe ago 1 had as little expectation of being mistress of being mistress of Vancourt Towers as of being the—the Queen of England' Her eyes wore glowing, her lips a- part ,and she booked at him in ahalf- absent, half -absorbed fashion. Jack leant against the tree with his hands lit hie pockets, and she. was so en, ,grossed that she ,ltd not notice his free -and -easy attitude;. indeed, she was vaguely conscious only of its grace, "This place, anal all Sir iiichatd's money, ought to hate gond to his Itophew, SirVohn Vancourt, But he Letterheads Envelopes Billheads And all kinds of Business Stationery printed at The Post Publishing Boise. We will do e job that will do credit to your busilteas. Look over your stock of Office Stationery, and if it requires replemshing call us by telephone 31. The Post Publishing .Nouse Jack He followed the dog' and picked sip a here that had been caught in a snare, "Oh, poor thing." exclaimed Esther "Is it deed?" "Yea, quite," replied Jack. ""Been there for some time. That's a well - made snare," he added, eyeing it critical) `"Y some skillful en y, ' "You've poachers on the estate, Miss Vane court." . "Poachers?" echoed Esther. She had read about them, and' felt quite a romantic thrill. "It was a poacher, then, who caught this?" ""Yes," said Jack, rather grimly, as lie put the snare in his pocket, "You don't, appear to preserve your game very carefully," I "Don't 1?" said Dither, looking up „ himdoubtfully. I don't know at . do 1 y ' anything about it. Oh, yes! I re- member Mr. Floss saying that Sir "I suppose I ought to see those Richard had neglected the game." trees, Mr. Gordon,' to ,see if they'Yes, he went in, for collecting. ought to be cut down or not?" t'tu iosities, and that's rather an ab - Jade had re .sorbing amusement. somedifficulty in press "How did you know he ,did that?" I: a smile;but lie managed it. she asked, 'f th some surprise. "Certainly," he said. "If you were Jack shrugged his shoulders, n man,. you would naturally." "Oh, I have heard it from some- Jack raised her chin haughtily. body or other," he replied, carelessly "Oh! it doesn't follow that because "When a man goes in for a hobby like 1 am a woman 1 should be an absol- collecting, he's sure to neglect his ute idiot. Is it far?" duties. It's the duty of every land- The other side of the farm," he owner to look after his game." replied. "And it's warm walking."` It seems to me that a landowner She coloured and bit her lip, has a great many duties,"remarked "Very well, then, I won't come. Esther, rather ruefully. "I'm hearing Yrs, I will!" with a portentous sigh. of some fresh ones every day from "I suppose it's my duty!" Mr. Floss and Miss Worcester — my „ aunt— and now from you. 7 should Then come on!" sold Jack, abrupt- ly. She stared at him, her face flush- like to do my duty, Mr. Gordon; but ing. "I- 1 beg your pardon, Miss it's rather hard, seeing that I don't Vancvourt." he stammered. "I mean know anything about it." that I shall be honoured! I hope "Very hard; but you'll pick it up you'll forgive my abruptness;; I'm— lin time,' said Jack, encouragingly. I'm only a working man. and not used "Now, if Sir Richard's nephew, to ladies, you see." !poor Sir John—the young man who "Of course I could see that," she died, you know—I told you— said, with deadly sweetness. "It's l "Yes, I know." of no consequener.." "If he had lived and inherited this property, he would have preserved the game I suppose?" CHAPTER VIII "He certainly would!" asserted They walked on in silence for some Jack, emphatically. moments, Bob, in between them, "Well, then, I roust!" she said, with glancing up at one and the other in- a sigh, but resolutely. "I want to do quiringly, as if he were asking hien- everything he would have done." self what was the matter, and why "Oh, I hope not!—I mean," he cor these two friends of his couldn't be rected himself hastily. "perhaps no friends with each other. everything." Presently he pricked up his ears "What would you do about f and ran forward with his nose to the game, Mr. Gordon?" she asked, afte ground. a pause. l "What is it?" asked Esther. I "Engage another gamekeeper," It "He sees or smells something; Bob said, promptly. "Get a fresh star in fact, I suppose you'll have sons "1 suppose so"—absently, "At illy rate, your friends and nei- ghbors, the people round about, will expect to be asked over to shoot." "Will they? You see, I don't know, Only a few weeks ago 1 was living in a dingy, dusty little street in Isling- ton, teaching music; and what should 1 know of — of all these things, ex• eepting what I've read in books?„ "And hooks are generally all wrong," said Jack. with the practical man's contempt for fiction when it deals with eport. "And you taught music 7" "Yes. Are you fond of It?" "Love it," lie said, succinctly, "I 11t'ard you singing and playing last night." "Yes? Why, where were you? she asked, quickly, "Just walking round," Laid Jack, • tarelessl "Making M n a, kid of 'n- Y• g n in- spection. There was someone else1 singing too." Yes; that was Mr. Selby Layton, a friend who is staying with . "Hasn't he a splendid voice?" ' she said, enthusiastically. "Splendid," assented Jack, absent- ly. Selby Layton! Wherehadhe heard the name before! He cudgelled his brains in the usual way, but failed to knock out the memory. "He is a distant relation of mine," said Esther. "And he has been, very kind; he is going to help me in—in a little matter— What cottage is that? I've not seen it before," she broke .off to ask. "That's the foreman's cottage," re- plied Jack. "And as I'm the foreman for the time being, I may say that it is mine." The door was open, and she went up to it. "Will you walk in?" he asked, civil- ly; but she just. looked in, then drew back. "Nn, thanks. It looks very cons. tortable." "It is" said Jack. She sighed "How funny!" "Beg pardon?" "I was thinking that a few week, ergo I should have danced with delight if' anyone had told me that I was go- ing to live in a pretty, picturesque cottage like this," she explained. "I t always longed for a cottage in a wood!" he "Seems to me that a mansion in a ✓ park is better," he remarked. "Yes, I suppose it is," She sighed e again. "Of, course it is! But—" t, He stepped in, flung the hare on the has the nose and eye of an Irish ter- rier; he's had a hard bringing up. Ah, there it is: hare, I expect," said 'a., England', youngest Duke, His Once of Norfalk. just hack from Rome. He L on his way to a run with the hounds. "s1 " ; g'k4aa Ml o.N411 Spanish-Paruvien Beau- ty—Madame D'Alvares. noted opera singer who toured Canada In April, givingrecitals. at a num. bee oweatorn oSloer She Claims to bo o descendant of the royal Incas. Party of Canadian tourimta on the world tour of the Canadian Pacific 8.8. "Empress of Prance." The aroma 4 shown ander the Sphinx and with the Rteat Pynmld In the background last prier to ■ camel trip {n Lha desert.. *.e. „� ,n e table, and took a woodman's axe from its nail on the wall. (Continued Next Week) company presently, a shooting -party in the autumn, and so on?" 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