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by Temple Bailey
• CHATTER I
' THE FOG
Joan Dudley, riding down to the
sea with her lover, was aware of the
day as transcendent in her experi-
ence. dt was wonderful to have Drew
there beside her, sitting hist horse in
siplendour like a king. That was the
way Joan thought of him, always -
as splendid, like Richard of the Lior
heart, or any other of the mighty
herpes of, her dreams.
As he lax -Ought his horse to a walk,
she was glad his hands were unglpv-
ed, so that she tmight see the -strength
of his brown fingers on the bridle..
She was glad, too, when he rode for
A time without his hat and the wind
hlew back the silver of his hair and
touched his cheeks with 'ruddiness.
She liked the strength and the ruddi-
ness. They seemed to link him with
youth -not that he needed to be thus
linked, for she would not have had
him younger, yet it added to his fas-
cination that in him the boy and the
man were so marvellously mingled.
But more marvellous than all the
rest was the fact that he loved her.
He had not put it definitely into
words. He had spoken rather
through the touch of his fingers on
her hand, the glance of his, eyes, sig-
rificant and exciting. He had spok-
en, too, through his silences, making
thern pregnant with possIbilities-as.
if when' he opened his lips the mir-
acle would eome for which she wait-
ed.
Yet even as she waited she was
half afraid. There had been now a
long silence, and she felt impelled to
break it.
She had struck a wild rose behind
her horse's ear and one in the lapel
of her riding coat. "Aren't we gay?"
she asked and touched the rose with
her finger tips.
He 'turned. in his saddle. "I was
willing you to speak."
She was puzzled. "Willing me?"
"Yes. Foncing you by my mental
attitude to look at me -or say eome-
bing."
She considered that. "I'm not sure
I like it," she said at last. -
"Why not?"
"It puts too much power in your
hands."
" "You inean I aright use it to harm
you?" ,
"Well, you could."
"Do you think I 'would?" he leaned
down to her.
She blushed. "Oh, 'no."
He did not press her further and
as they rode along the sande they
talked of other things, and while they
talked the fog crept across the sea -
that summer sea of the Maine Coast,
fade green ibefoee the fog caught it,
its waves fluting themselves in snowy
frills down the 'broad beach.
As the grey mist draped its man-
tle over them Joan said, "Aunt Ade-
laide hates days like this. She is
talking about leaving Maine and go-
ing to Granitehead."
His voice showed his dismay. "Sure-
ly not."
"Yes. She likes mere' gaiety -
bridge and all bhat. The doctor ad-
vised coming up here in the woods
to help her nerves. But she's get-
ting frightfully tired of it."
"Do you want to go?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Oh . . . having such a
heavenly time."
He knew why she was having a
heavenly time. He needed no vanity
to know it. Because of his presence
her days had been filled with rapture.
In spite of his sophistication, the
thought thrilled him. The child was
so ingenuous, so untouched by the
world. The weeks with her had
seetrbed-set apart from all those other
affairs of the heart with which Drew
Hallam had amused himself before he
met her.
The fog wrapped them now in a
veil. Joan, half-hidelen by it, had an
ineffable air of mystery.
'Drew leaned forward. "Stop yo -.r
horse," he saia.
'She stepped. "Why?"
"I was afraid yob might slip away
:from me -in the fog."
"Oh, but I wouldn't."
"Wouldn't yoil?"
eNe.A7
"Oli,'ino," she emphasised, "yoli 'See
I've lived a rather -cloistered' life-
echoel teachers -do in small towns
like ours, don't their? - There has
never been anyone else."
"But since you've lived with your
airer?"
"Oh . . I've been so busy
getting accustomed to 'being a prin-
cess instead oe, a Cinderella that
haven't, time to think of men."
'You must have time now to think
a me."'
He caught .up her •haiire in his and
they rode on thus linked together. At
last out of the fog came Joan's hap-
py voice: "You're not in the least the
kind of man I thought I'd marry."
"What kind did yogi think?"
"Well, not so -splendid" - she
laughed a little as if to soften the
extraerieganee of her praise. "Now
and then I had a dream, it used to
come and go' -of a boy with dark
clouds back of him, and his hand up
and the wind 'blowing his hair, and a
touch bf red against the blackness.
It was very vivid, and it was always
the same , • . . night after
'Drew lifted her hand to his lips.
"It • sounds like a Bolshevik or a brig-
and. And after this you are to stop
dreaming about Min. I shan't allow
any rivals."
"You will never have one."
He liked that. "I can give you
more than any boy would give. And
I'll show you the world. We'll have
our honey moon at Cannes."
"I'm afraid Aunt Adelaide wont
let me go so far."
"Not when you are my wife?"
eI promised her I'd stay with her
as long as she wanted me."
"Won't she always want you?"
el can't be sure. She told me when
I tame to Nye with her that she us-
ually tired of people and she .couldn't
tell whether she was going to tire of
me or not."
There was a subtle. change in his
voice. "Aren't you legally hex -adopt-
ed daughter?
"I am not legally anything. When
Mother died, Aunt Adelaide wrote`
and said if I'd come we could see how
we liked each other. She never car-
ed for Mother. Daddy was her nep-
hew and after his death she didn't
seem. to know that Mother and I
were in the world. But I think as She
has grown older she has been lonely.
And. we have learned to care for
each other a lot."
For a few' 'moments he rode on in
silence. Then he said: "Do , you
think she'll object to your' marriage?
"Oh, no. She's really been a darl-
ing. And even if' she does object, it
won't be what she wants, will it?"
'You mean it will be what I want?"
"Yes." , •
His laugh was triumphant. "Do
you know how adorable you are?"
He told himself that her youth was
lovely. And as for the aunt, she
was a vain old creature. A little
tact and loads of flattery would keep
her complacent. Joan had a right to
believe herself an heiress, and it
would make a great difference in ev-
ery way if be could be sure she would
inherit a fortune. Romance if it was
tb be worth while for himself and
Joan muse have its nest well feath-
ered.
They set their horses presently to
a gallop. They rode on and on like
wild wraiths in the mist, hearts beat-
ing, blood surging, gay, careless of
the future. The present wasenough.
They would, make the most of it.
Their way led .back across the
moor, and up to the top of a bluff
where stood a log -house which had
been originally the summer residence
of a retired sea -captain from one of
the towns below. Wings had been
added from trine,tQ time because of
the needs of--arr•'in reasing family of
children and grand bildren. But now
there were no children. There was
only Penelope Sears„ a [widow of
sixty, to walk through the sedate and
silent chambers, and remember the
companions of earlier days.
Penelope, having only a modest in-
come, took paying guests in the hot
season. She had made the log -cabin
comfortable with 'bathrooms, huge
fireplaces, and old furniture which
belonged to the simple and somewhat
austere background. She wanted
people to be satisfied and as a rule
they were. But this summer there
"Never?" was one woman who was not sate -
"Never." fied. She sat now in her room, which
His hand came through the Mist, overlooked the bluff and voiced her
searching for her hand. He found dissatisfaction to her English maid,
it and drew her close. "You know, Farley.
of course, that I shall never let you "The sooner I go the better."
slip away?" "Miss Joan will be disappointed."
IShe whispered: "Yes." "She'll have to get ovee it."
"Even if. you try, 1 shall call you Farley, who had just put on her
back." mistress" head a transforming struc-
"I shan't try." ture of carefully waved white hair,
His laugh was triumphant. "There studied the effect in the mirror.
is something I want you to say to Then she said: "Will the Hallams go
me." if we de?"
She did not answer, and he dis- "Of course. Iles made about
mounted and stood beside her.' "Say Joan:"
that you love me, Joan." o • Nothing further was said 'aibout it
"But --it has been only two weeks." while 'Farley added finishing touches
"What has time to do with -you to her mistress' toilet, but Mrs. Dela-
and' me?" field's quick brain was busy. Drew
The fog drifted between them like Hallam and Joan! A good thing for
the smoke of incense rising from both of them. And as for herself, a
some sacred altar. Joan's face, veil- troublesome grandniece off her hands
ed by it, was rapt as that of a young and a charming grandnephew gain -
priestess, starry-eyed. ed! She liked Drew and hie sister,
Hallam lifted her from her saddle, Nancy. They treated her as &intern -
held her close. "Mine?" he murmur- poraries, though she was easily three
ed with tense insistence, "tell me, decades ahead of them. Her seventy
Joan . . . tell me." years to 'Drew's fort er and. Nancy's
When they rode on again, she had thirty-eight. And way downethe line,
[given him a breathless promise. It Joan'-eweet and twenty!
seemed incredible. Two weeks ago Adelaide was dressed and ready for
she had not met him, and now she dinner, when Joan came in from her
was to be his until -eternity . . . ride. By all the arts at Fhrley's
He asked as they went along: "Did command she had beep refreshed and
you think it would be like this." rejuvenated: There was a faint flush
"No." of rose on her old cheeks, but she
"Why not?" was in a frightful temper. The Com-
ing of the fog had been the last
steher. She felt that somebody be-
sides Providence must be to blame
for it. And if they were not to blame
et learat she could vent her spite on
there.
iJean bursting in had a beauty
which needed no artificial ales. Her
ridingecoat was green, and her'
breeched white, her hat was off and
showed her ihain, thick and brown,
with a Wave of its cam and drawn,
Madonna -fashion, over her ears:
Jcian's shorn head was a thing of the
past. She hated the common -place.
When everyone else was shingled, it
was time,•she felt, to have a nice flat
little bun at the- back of her neck.
Her eyes were darkly blue, her lash-
es black. She was not beautiful but
the richness of her coloring and a
certain slender grace made her good
to look upon. There 'was, tpo, in her
manner, an appealing, .alinost child-
like quality which gale the lie to her
twenty years. "
"Darling," she said, "I'm afraid •I'm
late. But •it was such a perfect
ride .. -
"Perfect?. In this weather?"
Her tone should have warned Joan.
But it. •did not. She blundered on.
"How love'e: you look.' That green,
and silver gown is gorgeous." •
"Are you saying that beeause you
mean it, Joan? Orbecause you want
my money?"
Joan stared at her for a moment,
speechless. Then she demanded,
chckingly: 'Oh, why, shouldyou say
a thing like that to me?"
She began to sob. „She was over-
excited, and the reaction from her
ecstatic moments with her lover
broke down her composuee. She cried
and cried, standing in the middle of
the floor' with her hands before her
face.
"Joan" Adelaide commanded,
"stop it."
[But she couldn't stop. "You should
have said it. Oh, you shouldn't.'"
Her distress was so genuine, that
Mrs. Delafield softened. "Well, per-
haps I shouldn't. I'm a cross old
thing, Joan. And the deadliness of
all this is driving me mad."
Joan• dropped on her knees beside
her aunt's 'chair and laid her wet
cheek against the wrinkled hand
which gripped the arm of it. She
was still ,crying, but with less pas-
sion.
The old woman bent down to her.
"I'm a cross old thing," she repeat-
ed.
Joan lifted her head. "You knew
love you," she said
Adelaide knew that the child was
telling the' truth. Strange as it might
seem, Joan laved her. And not many
people loved Adelaide Delafield. She
was witty and worldly -minded, and a
power in her own social circle. But
it had remained for Joan to put her
on a pedestal and worship her.
When, after a timee- Farley came
to announce dinner 'Joan was not
dressed. :She sat on the floor at her
aunt's feet, talking quietly. She had
not told her, however, about Drew
Hallam. She had meant to do it the
moment she arrived, but the things
which had been said had made it
impossible. A
When she went to her room to make
a. hurried toilet, she was conscious
that the exaltation with which she
had left her lover had 'been succeed-
ed by a deep depression. She felt like
one who is lest in a wood . .
a beautiful wood, but strange and
with no way out' . . t. She said
to herself: ."How silly," yet she
knew she was not silly. ' Love was a
tremendous thing. And being lost
in aetrange wood was no light mat-
ter. Even if the wood was beauti-
ful.
"Oh, I had always fancied' it would
be somebody I had known a long
time." ,•
"Is there anyone -you have known
a long time?"
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Catching up the sheer deaPeZTes ,rck
woe a fitrilking lfigelete eeeneeePe
Sear e caning in 40 4,11001400e di„neer,
felt as if there had stray4 into, ber,
Maine 'cable something ex:code-like a
gay -plumaged bird, which didn't be-
long there and which was better a-
way. She didn't approve of -Nance'
•Hallam. IShe didn't in fact approve
of, any of her summer guests except
Joan Dudley. She was glad they
were going. Mrs. Delafield had talk-
ed with :her earlier in the daY and
had •stated that she would see that
Penelope lost nothind by their uneX-
pected departure. ,Penelape had said
stiffly, that other people were wait-
ing for rooms. She told herself .that
she 'would miss •Joan. The child was
sincere and sweet. And She was
falling in love with Drew Hallam
which Penelope felt was a pity.
The dinner was, • as usual, an
achievement. Fr4m, scalp. to short-
cake everything was superlative.
Penelope's guests were aware that at
no resort hotel would they find roast
chialtem so delicious, vegetables
straight from the garden, such whip-
ped cream and fresh blackberriee be-
tween layers of flaky crust.
While there was a woman to helo
with the heavy work about the house,
Penelope did all the cooking and
serving. :She had no sense of de-
gradation in any household task. A
sea captain's granddaughter could
sot be lowered by her occnpation. A
princess with a tray in her hand was
still a princess!
Throughout the meal Joan had lit-
tle to say, and when after dinner,
they adjourned to the living room
and while theothers had their cig-
arettes, she sat among them, smiling
into [the fire, rapturous in the thought
of her happy secret, yet ,shy because
of it.
The discussion had to do with
their changed plans. "We will have
six weeks before the hotel- closes,"
Adelaide said, "and we hope you'll
go when we do."
Nancy was eager. "I'd love it.
But Drew will have to decide."
• Hallam delaying his decision, ask-
ed: "Is there anything for a -man
to do down here? I'm' keen for the
out-of-doors you know.' 'That's why
I came to this place."
"As much as there is to do here.
You can ride with Joan, walk with
Joan, play bridge with Joan . . e
Adelaide's voice trailed off into
laughter.
'Hallam laughed, too. He tossed
his cigarette into the fire, then with •
menet,
a quick lift of his head faced Mrs.
Delafield:
"If you'll promise to let me pia:
with Joan for the rest of my life 111
agree to anything."
Joan caught her breath. How dar-
ing! And how well he knew Aunt
Adelaide. She adored sensations
His :boldness would please -her.
The brown • eyes in the old face
sparkled. "So that's it, you want to
marry Joan?"
"Who wouldn't want to marry here'
. "Oh, well, she's not a belle and a
beauty."
"She
is more than that --she is
springtime and violets and morning
stars . . ." His eyes as he look-
ed dawn at Joan burned with a deep
light. "Give me the word and- I'll
carry her off."
Adelaide demanded of Joan: "My
dear, do you want to marry this -
highwayman?"
"Oh, he isn't that, Aunt Adelaide."
K'Why not? He Wants to steal you
from me." Mrs. Delefield was play-
ing a game, and getting a lot out of
it. She wanted Joan married, yet it
pleas4d her to enact the role of re-
luctant guardian. "He wants to steal
you, my dear," she reiterated, "and
11 repeat that he's a -robber."
'Hallam drew Jean up beside him.
"Give us your blessing, Aunt Ade-
laide," he said, ' with a sort of de-
lightful impudence.
The old worsen •glowed under his
smiling glance. • "A thousand bless -
Inge, if you wish." ,She made a little
gesture with her hands.
Joan kissed her aunt. She was
trembling with emotion: She want-
ed to cry in her lover's arms. But
of course she couldn't. She could
only stand blushing and smiling when
Nancy said: "You're too goad for
him," and Drew flung' back, "You
don't know how good I can be, Nan-
cy.21
Later in the evening •when Drew
was at the telephone getting Gran-
itehead and information about the
hotel, Joan went out to the kitchen
where Mrs. Sears was washing dish-
es. The big room was warm and
shining, and Penelope was making
the matter of dish washing an at-
tractive rite, with ter bright pans,
her snowy suds, the smooth, checked
towels of Irish linen.
"I am sorry we are going away,"
Joan said.
' "I am sorry you have to go,"
"Nothing, will ever be quite -like
this
Penelope, setting hot plates in the
raek, said: "You mean being up
here?"
CHAPTER II
THE ENCHANTED NIGHT
When Joan came down that night
for dinner, she found the Hallams
and her aunt in front of a roaring
fire in the living room. Back of the
house was the darkness of a great
forest, in front of it the grim bluff
that overlooked the sea. But within
th'e fog was shut out, and the right
of the low lamps and of flarbes of
the pine logs played on the silver
and green of Adelaide's gown and
the sapphire of Nancy"s and made a
rich pattern of colour amid the sha-
dows.
Joan was in white with a string
of 'pearls wound twice albout her
throat. Her arms were bare, there
was a silver ribbon albout her hips,
and her slippers were of silver. When
Drew Hellen): placed %chair for her
and she sat down in it, he touched
her shoulders lightly with the tips
of his fingers. It was a caress and
it thrilled her.
Nancy Hallam saw the caress and
wished that Drew wouldn't. He
thought he was in love with Joan,
and the money would help a lot But
Drew and Joane, Nancy couldn't see
it. The child had dreams. And Drew
would never live up to them.
Nancy was long and lithe. Her
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bit frightened -as if it wouldn't last.
Yet I know it will -last.".
IPenelope's • brain rapped. • "How
can you know.it?" But she did not
voice, her doubt. She went on wash-
ing dishes.
When Drew Hallam came ,into the
kitchen to look for Joan, she was
wiping the last cup. He frowned as
he saw her occupation. "Take off
that apron Joan. I don't like it."
She stood in front of him. "Am I
always to obey orders?"
"When it comes to your looks!"
He had crossed the room and was
busy with the button on the bib of
the apron. It was at the back .of
her neck, and for the second time
that night she thrilled to his touch.
"There," he said, at last, "and dont
do it again. You belong to beantiful
things, not to serviceable ones."
He turned away without a word to
Penelope. But Joan, following him,
waved a hand and said with a note
of defiance: "Idl' do it again some-
time, Mrs. Sears, when he isn't look -
In the hall Hallam stopped. "Yon
mustn't do it."
"Why not?"
"Because you should be above it."
!Joan was puzzled. "Above what?"
•His tone was impatient. "Don't
pin me down to definitions. I want
your loveliness untouched by practi-
cal things," he put a finger under her
chin. "Look at me, Joan."
,She lifted her eyes to 1im, her
cheeks pink with excitement. "I
want you beautiful always . . .
,for me . . . for ney
[Hew strong he was! Her bronze
head lay now in the hollow of his
arm. How strong he vas
and , . . selendid! . .
The door was open and they went
out into the forest. The moonlight
came splashing through the trees in
a golden shower. The dark branches
made shadows on the ground.
There was silence for a moment be-
tween them:, then Joan asked: "Can't
I help you with the dishes?"
"Not in, that dress."
"Oh; but I'll get an aprori."
iShe found one of Penelope's in a
drawer. It was of blue gingham and
it covered her up. Below it shone
the silver slippers.
.Penelope, caught by the shine of
the little shoes said: "I never wore
silver slippers."
'These are my first. Before I liv•
ed with Aunt Adelaide I had [very
fese pretty things."m
"Do you like living with her bet-
ter than at hoe?"
. "Oh, yes. It has been rather won-
derful. Of course if mother were a-
live I shouldn't want to be away
from her. But then if I hadn't been
with Aunt Adelaide, I shouldn't
met Drew Hallam. I am going to
marry him, Mrs. Sears. I wanted
you to know."
Penelope waited for a moment be-
fore she said. "'My dear child, I
wish you happiness . ."
"I am so happy now that I feel a
roughly away from him by an un-
seen force.
"Oh," she gasped as he held her
up. "My heel is caught in a root."
It was wedged so tightly that she
had to pull her foot out of the shoe
before Hallam could release her. He
handed her the slipper and she sur-
veyed it ruefully. "The heel is loose.
It will have to be mended."
"Why not buy another pair."
"They're expensive."
"But my dear child," he knelt to
puteon the slipper, -while she stead-
ied herself with a hand on his shoul-
der, "isn't 'your aunt generous with
your allowance?"
• 'Yes. But I've had tao many years
of having to be thrifty."
"Why not forget them?"
"Why not remember?"
They let it go at that. But later
the thing was to come back to them.
Tragically. Silver slippers. Mend-
ed. •
(Continued next week.)
LONDON AND WINGHAM
South.
p.m.
Wingham 1.55
Belgrave 2.11
Blyth 2.23
Londesboro 2.30
Clinton 3.03
Brucefield 3.27
Kippen 3.35
'Heesall 3.41
Exeter 3.55
North.
a
Exeter 10.4210..
56
Kippen
Hensall
115049
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Joan said, leaning on her layer's Londesboro Clinton
Brucefield
12.1012.1
12.30
H
arm. "Don't you adore the still- Myth
nesse?
"Belgrave
smiled down at her. She was Wingharn
12.50
like a nymph in the enchanted night
with her pale draperies, and the
sheen of her silver. "Of course, I
love it. With you to make it per-
fect."
“
don't mean that," she insisted.
"Even if you were not here I should
feel there was , something solemn
and sacred about it -like a cathedral.
Do you know what I mean? It's as
if there were nothing between the
tops of the trees 'and heaven."
He laughed aloud. "You funny
little thing."
IHer eyes were startled. "What do
you mean by 'funny'?" she asked.
"With your raptures and enthus-
iasms. They are out of date, my
sweet"
'Don't you like them?"
"'Of course. Only you mustn't
live too much in the clods. Or I
can't follow you."
A- .a.m.
"Why should you follow me.
When„
I can follow -you?"•
• 5.55
He caught herup in his arms at McGaw
5.
that, and as he, set her down h -e, Menset Goderich 50
6.11 ',
whistled under his ,breath a waltz Blythuburn6.04
6.25
song from a popular musical play. Walton
i'We have never danced together.
Let's see how well we do it." McNaught
Toronto 1..0.45:25
Goderieh
'Clinton
Seaforth
Dublin
Mitchell
C. N. R.
East.
West.
Dublin
Seaforth
Clinton
Goderich
a.m. p.m.
2.30
3.00
6.45
7.08
7.22 3.18
7.33 3.31
7.42' 3.43
• 11.19
11.34
11.50
12.10
C. P. R. TIME TABLE
East.
9.32
9.45
9.59
10.25
They took a step or two, tentative-
ly, then swept on.. It was a magical
night, the ,pine needles made a sourel-
less floor under their feet, the moon-
light splintered against Joan's hair
in a thousand sparkles.
In Drew's arms she was as light
as the wind, the soft draperies of
her sheer gown fluttered and flew,
her silver slippers shone.
Then suddenly, she was jerked
West.
Toronto 7.40
McNaught 11.48
Walton 12.01
Blyth 12.12
Auburn 12.23
McGaw 12.34
Menset I • 12.41
Goderich 1246
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