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The Huron Expositor, 1937-12-03, Page 7•r , 1 41, 'r. it 4 qq,y�,+ pp t 5 Smkal1k;'��t.1.�iN�'r?9uz,Yw,.'},u,..vt!{ ...:i�1�.,263i 1tlztt,se4r��tt P�' 61, 106 by 4 AB T i • ,AN C.AY - L Iii.,, . (t�ont1lpued from last week) .. Conversation about his sister-i>(r;-law lasted until •they 'bad reached Fran- kie's door. . Then he was once more surprised and regretful that be, hadn't made better use of Me time. He took Frankie's proffered hand warmly. "You see," he said, 'I didn't ask your name. It wasn�'•t necessary." "Do you 'know it?" she asked, • a little puzzled. "No, not that. Simply, I don't need any credentials to know that you're —absolutely --all right. Absolutely." She smiled at him maternally. She liked that clumsy compliment; she liked this naiveness, his simplicity, ev- en this rudeness. She psaw him no longer, a rather spoilt boy.. She felt very peaceful; very kindly, toward him and toward everyone else. She had never known life to be so. satis- fying ,as it was that evening, for no reason at all. _.CHAPTER TWELVE I He was •there, the next morning, and, welcomed' her as an old friend; M fact, he talked so much that she grew uneasy. "We'd better work a little," 'she said'. "Wouldn't it be awful If a teacher should come and scold us— at our age!" "What.I particularly want to ask," he said, "is, if you'd come down to Brighton Beach to -morrow? I'll run you down in Horace's motor. We'll have lunch' and a swim and get back early. Will, that be all right?" "I'd love it," she answered, "but I don't know whether Miss E. could, spare me. I'll ask her." "Perhaps if I came home with you this evening, it would look better. So that she can see what sort of chap I am. I could stop jn for a • moment, couldn't I?" "Yes," Frances answered, doubt- fully, "but—I suppose so . . . • but I'll explain .a little in advance. There is a young German who comes every evening to see her, and you're surge to find him •there." "Every evening, eth?" "Yes; he's her cousin." He frowned over this; asked a num- ber of questions. "Are you sure she's all right?" he demanded- "You can't be too care ful, you know." "Oh, yes!" Frances asserted, posi- tively, although she was far from sure that he would think so. "I'll certainly stop in this evening," he said. "I want to.•see for myself." "I don't think you'd better," she said, reluctantly, "Miss E.'s awfully queer, eccentric, - you know. S might like it." -..._, "But I want to see her," he insist- ed. "She surely can't object to my stopping in for half a minute. You're not a servant." "It's not that—" , "I want to see for myself," he re- peated'. "It may not be a suitable place for you at all. I'd know at once." His attitude, his air of protection. relighted Frankie while it annoyed her. She was so firmly convinced :hat she could take care of herself, so jealous+ of her freedom, that she did rot want even advice. And still ouldn't help being very much pleas- ;d by this wholly masculine gesture. In the end she agreed. And was at ince sorry and wretched, going hrough her classes in a nightmare of Norry. How would Miss Eppendor- er take it? What would she think f Frankie's walking in, uninvited, un- ermitted, with a strange man? And row to explain him? Now she was eady to confess ,herself imprudent she would have given anything she awned if something would have pre- ,E•rted Mr. Naylor from coming. He, •of course, was perfectly un- uffled, as anyone conscious of such iiperiority would be. He followed 'rances into the little Mission 'sitting oom where Miss Eppendorfer and lir. Hassler were smoking side by ide on the sofa,. Frances was bitter - y embarrassedd for a minute she ould.n't speak at all. She saw them total staring at her in amazementt. "I've brought my friend. Mr. Nav- or, in for a few minutes," she said, n a strained, artificial sort of voice. W0-4—„ Nothing more came: the girl whu 'rola• always take care of herself ouldn't account for her visitor. "We met at the business school," Laid Naylor, "and as we—were more r less the only human beings there. ve `naturally had to be friends." At the sound of his careless voice, tiss Enpendorfer's 'look of amaze- ent died away. She got up and uhook hands with him. presented him n Kurt. and asked him to sit down.. be ' was like a good servant; she pew class when she saw it. Never before had Frances realized row distinguis'h'ed her l'rr. Naylor, was inttl she naw him in Miss Eppendor- er's sitting room. She saw the auth- >resa inspecting :h'itn in her detailed rnd unabashed way, staring at hint, ;omputing the cost of iiia• clothes, omprehend'ng the high degree he �ossessedl of what she galled. "style," nd s'o greatly admired., She was ieeply impressed. He was very ,gallant .to -the poor hing, which: delighted her beyond neasure. No denying that she made fool of herself. She was coy, im- lerious, more youthful than she had aver dared' to be with Kurt, and, no atter how preposterous her be'hav- our, Mr. Naylor didn't once attempt :o catch Frank/We eye, never eneour- tged' her to be more preposterous. Poor, . Miss Eppendorfer! ,,Frankie, restehlmg .her, resected on her ingrat- ating ,servility toward• Mr. Raeder 'rid her present coedttirtt with Mr, 41 ,FwsYfasr'Yw} � irlli�i! NaYlpr, ,null fclua#i' tt ip21303,4 l.1& to re- concile all tbist;.witbh the Miss Eppen- dorfer she knew, Could it be the same woman, who often talked to her with sense, with cynical shrewdness•, with sharp knowledge of the world? The same woman who wrote books and sold. them, knew how to make money and how to invest it? At the sound of a man's voice she was hon ribiy bewitched, even her face lost its look of worn ,good • nature and took on a false and stupid simper. It hurt Frances, she was genuinely grateful to Mr. Naylor for not sneering. But ;the ba1eeul eye of the young German was fixed upon him. He was forced to sit in silence and listen to their badinage, and it infuriated him. He' broke in suddenly, in a harsh, high voice: - You are in business here?" Mr. Naylor turned toward him, look- ed at him, and hated him. "No," he said. "Perhaps you are looking for an opening?" "No; there's an 'opening' for me when I'm ready for it," he answered haughtily. "it should not be at all difficult to find an opening in this country. The ' quirements are so small," Mr. Has- sler announced, with tact. "Here they will williinglj' employ 'a man who knows nothing. Even hard work they don't expect. With us in Germany all is very different. It is necessary to work very hard. We are all train- ed to work very hard. A young fel- low starting in business with us would never ask, 'What are the hours?' Certainly not. We realize thatyou have got to work very hard, in order to get somewhere." "We 'don't need to work so hard in England," said Mr. Naylor. "We are somewhere." "Yes, where!" cried the other, rais- ing his voice. "Where you'd like to be," Mr.' Nay- lor replied with a smile. "Ball! You're getting left behind. We're beating you everywhere, in ev- ery line. Your British trade—where will it be hi ten years' time?" "Can't say, I'm sure. I'm not in trade. But j'm not worried. I dare say we'll still be on the map." Mr. Hassler's excitement carried him away. - "Yes, you'll be on the map!" he shouted, ''as a German Provinz. We'll stamp out a little of that damn ar- rogance." r- rogance. " "I say, are you trying to be funny?" "That damned British arrogance," ent on, alt the top of his voice. Yo , half-educated, half -trained, half - live io , of money -greedy pigs-" "I say!" : red • Mr. Naylor -again. uzzled and gry, "You're going a bit too far!" "PIGS!" - . .uted .the young Ger- man. Naylor sprang o. his feet, as white with anger ,,: •.he other was red; he was on the point of speaking when Frances caught his arm, "Oh, please!" .she entreated, and suddenly and' helplessly, began to laugh. "Oh, why do Germans always call people pigs!" she cried. They all looked at her, and under their surprised glance, she struggled for self-control and gained it. She looked down at the ground, her mouth still quivering, and kept very still. "As for you--" began Mr. Hassler and then stopped. "Now! Now!" begged Miss Eppen- dorfer, in terrible distress, "Now geu- tlemen! . . . What about some nice cold beer?" She was afraid, though, to fetch it and leave the men alone; she was afraid also to ask Frances, not know- ing whether or not she considered herself insulted in the person of her guest. She stood nervously smiling, her eyes on her cousin, mutely be- seeching him to be placated by beer. At last Frances took pity on her, and went ,herself to get the stuff. But Mr. Naylor declined. "Thanks," he said, stiff and outrag- ed, "I'Il be going." "Pshaw!" muttered Mr. Hassle-, who stood at the --window with his back turned ostentatiously. "What's that?" demanded Mr. Nay- lor, somewhat louder. With a very obvious young Englishman said al. hing this; he tor* his hat, a with a i ty handclasp for Fran a and a for Miss Eppendorfer took hi off. Frankie went into ber own room and: tried to compose herself by, read- ing, but not for long. Almost immed- iately the front door slammed and Miss Eppendorfer came into her room like a whirlwind, "There! You see!" she screamed. "You miserable creature! He's gone! He's gone ! " Frances looked at her severely. "You've spoiled everything!" she went on. "How did) you dare to laugh at him? What right have you to laugh at him! You're nothing better than a servant. And he belongs to one of the finest families in Hamburg. His father's worth nearly half a mil- lion. He's been through Heidelberg. And you dare to laugh; at him! Who are you, anyway? A big, gawky fool of a girl , . . Picking up a man 15 the street and bringing nim into my 'house. . . . He's shocked at you," And so on', in the strain, that so sickened and dismayed: Frances. "He laughs at you. Ile says you're a clumsy, ignorantt-4--"t . . . All manner of dirty insolence. The heart of the trouble was there, that Frances had laughed at him-. He could forget his anger against the Englishman, but he could not atom. aoh being laughed at by a, pretty giti. Ile had Seidl horrible things about her, Which Miss Epppenclorfer Iv,d' d treasured ;,up and now repeated, with greater malice because She dimly per- ceived that in' his hatred tor Frances there was more than a little lust. ,Against this attack Frances was de. fenceless. There was nothing 131 her nature, nothing in her; 'raining, to arm her. She stood lip very straight, very proud, but tears were running drown her cheeks. She waited until every one of the dreadful 'words had been said,•and the speaker had flung out Of the room, tthen she set to work to pack her little trunk with `furious en- ergy, cramming everything in, wish- ing only to be gone forever from that place. In hat and jacket, she went out into the hall and telephoned for a taxi. The driver came up after her trunk • —he was just dragging it along the hall to put it into the lift, when Miss Eppendorfer came rushing out, in a - kimono, her face raddled and tear - blistered, her wisps of hair in a wild tangle, "No! No!" she screamed. "Stop! Frances!" Her voice reverberated shockingly in the stone corridor. The lift boy and the chauffeur stared' at her. Fran- ces felt ready to faint, "Frances! Come back and let me explain!" "I can't!" said Frances' in a low voice. "Please don't ,make such a noise!" . "Come back! I can't let you go like this! I didn't mean what I said! You know I didn't! Already ,the doors of - two apart- ments had stealthily opened. "Oh, please hush!" entreated Fran- ces. "I can't come back. I'll write." Suddenly Miss Eppendorfer turned to the two men, "Can't you beg this hard-hearted girl not to leave me like this, with, out a chance to explain?" she sob- bed, in a torrent of tears. "Can't you say a word fpr me? . I'm alone in the world. I haven't—" "Hush!" commanded Frances, "I'II come! Please take the trunk in a- gain." When the' front door was closed Miss Eppendoffer flung her arms about Frances. "I know you can't forgive me," she moaned. "But, oh Frances! You don't know what love is! You don't know how I love that man! I know I'm a fool. but I can't help it. Oh, Frances, just stand by me till it's over!" "I don't understand you: I thought you were going to marry hi-...,—" "No! 1 No! Never! . . 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"Do you 'know it?" she asked, • a little puzzled. "No, not that. Simply, I don't need any credentials to know that you're —absolutely --all right. Absolutely." She smiled at him maternally. She liked that clumsy compliment; she liked this naiveness, his simplicity, ev- en this rudeness. She psaw him no longer, a rather spoilt boy.. She felt very peaceful; very kindly, toward him and toward everyone else. She had never known life to be so. satis- fying ,as it was that evening, for no reason at all. _.CHAPTER TWELVE I He was •there, the next morning, and, welcomed' her as an old friend; M fact, he talked so much that she grew uneasy. "We'd better work a little," 'she said'. "Wouldn't it be awful If a teacher should come and scold us— at our age!" "What.I particularly want to ask," he said, "is, if you'd come down to Brighton Beach to -morrow? I'll run you down in Horace's motor. We'll have lunch' and a swim and get back early. Will, that be all right?" "I'd love it," she answered, "but I don't know whether Miss E. could, spare me. I'll ask her." "Perhaps if I came home with you this evening, it would look better. So that she can see what sort of chap I am. I could stop jn for a • moment, couldn't I?" "Yes," Frances answered, doubt- fully, "but—I suppose so . . . • but I'll explain .a little in advance. There is a young German who comes every evening to see her, and you're surge to find him •there." "Every evening, eth?" "Yes; he's her cousin." He frowned over this; asked a num- ber of questions. "Are you sure she's all right?" he demanded- "You can't be too care ful, you know." "Oh, yes!" Frances asserted, posi- tively, although she was far from sure that he would think so. "I'll certainly stop in this evening," he said. "I want to.•see for myself." "I don't think you'd better," she said, reluctantly, "Miss E.'s awfully queer, eccentric, - you know. S might like it." -..._, "But I want to see her," he insist- ed. "She surely can't object to my stopping in for half a minute. You're not a servant." "It's not that—" , "I want to see for myself," he re- peated'. "It may not be a suitable place for you at all. I'd know at once." His attitude, his air of protection. relighted Frankie while it annoyed her. She was so firmly convinced :hat she could take care of herself, so jealous+ of her freedom, that she did rot want even advice. And still ouldn't help being very much pleas- ;d by this wholly masculine gesture. In the end she agreed. And was at ince sorry and wretched, going hrough her classes in a nightmare of Norry. How would Miss Eppendor- er take it? What would she think f Frankie's walking in, uninvited, un- ermitted, with a strange man? And row to explain him? Now she was eady to confess ,herself imprudent she would have given anything she awned if something would have pre- ,E•rted Mr. Naylor from coming. He, •of course, was perfectly un- uffled, as anyone conscious of such iiperiority would be. He followed 'rances into the little Mission 'sitting oom where Miss Eppendorfer and lir. Hassler were smoking side by ide on the sofa,. Frances was bitter - y embarrassedd for a minute she ould.n't speak at all. She saw them total staring at her in amazementt. "I've brought my friend. Mr. Nav- or, in for a few minutes," she said, n a strained, artificial sort of voice. W0-4—„ Nothing more came: the girl whu 'rola• always take care of herself ouldn't account for her visitor. "We met at the business school," Laid Naylor, "and as we—were more r less the only human beings there. ve `naturally had to be friends." At the sound of his careless voice, tiss Enpendorfer's 'look of amaze- ent died away. She got up and uhook hands with him. presented him n Kurt. and asked him to sit down.. be ' was like a good servant; she pew class when she saw it. Never before had Frances realized row distinguis'h'ed her l'rr. Naylor, was inttl she naw him in Miss Eppendor- er's sitting room. She saw the auth- >resa inspecting :h'itn in her detailed rnd unabashed way, staring at hint, ;omputing the cost of iiia• clothes, omprehend'ng the high degree he �ossessedl of what she galled. "style," nd s'o greatly admired., She was ieeply impressed. He was very ,gallant .to -the poor hing, which: delighted her beyond neasure. No denying that she made fool of herself. She was coy, im- lerious, more youthful than she had aver dared' to be with Kurt, and, no atter how preposterous her be'hav- our, Mr. Naylor didn't once attempt :o catch Frank/We eye, never eneour- tged' her to be more preposterous. Poor, . Miss Eppendorfer! ,,Frankie, restehlmg .her, resected on her ingrat- ating ,servility toward• Mr. Raeder 'rid her present coedttirtt with Mr, 41 ,FwsYfasr'Yw} � irlli�i! NaYlpr, ,null fclua#i' tt ip21303,4 l.1& to re- concile all tbist;.witbh the Miss Eppen- dorfer she knew, Could it be the same woman, who often talked to her with sense, with cynical shrewdness•, with sharp knowledge of the world? The same woman who wrote books and sold. them, knew how to make money and how to invest it? At the sound of a man's voice she was hon ribiy bewitched, even her face lost its look of worn ,good • nature and took on a false and stupid simper. It hurt Frances, she was genuinely grateful to Mr. Naylor for not sneering. But ;the ba1eeul eye of the young German was fixed upon him. He was forced to sit in silence and listen to their badinage, and it infuriated him. He' broke in suddenly, in a harsh, high voice: - You are in business here?" Mr. Naylor turned toward him, look- ed at him, and hated him. "No," he said. "Perhaps you are looking for an opening?" "No; there's an 'opening' for me when I'm ready for it," he answered haughtily. "it should not be at all difficult to find an opening in this country. The ' quirements are so small," Mr. Has- sler announced, with tact. "Here they will williinglj' employ 'a man who knows nothing. Even hard work they don't expect. With us in Germany all is very different. It is necessary to work very hard. We are all train- ed to work very hard. A young fel- low starting in business with us would never ask, 'What are the hours?' Certainly not. We realize thatyou have got to work very hard, in order to get somewhere." "We 'don't need to work so hard in England," said Mr. Naylor. "We are somewhere." "Yes, where!" cried the other, rais- ing his voice. "Where you'd like to be," Mr.' Nay- lor replied with a smile. "Ball! You're getting left behind. We're beating you everywhere, in ev- ery line. Your British trade—where will it be hi ten years' time?" "Can't say, I'm sure. I'm not in trade. But j'm not worried. I dare say we'll still be on the map." Mr. Hassler's excitement carried him away. - "Yes, you'll be on the map!" he shouted, ''as a German Provinz. We'll stamp out a little of that damn ar- rogance." r- rogance. " "I say, are you trying to be funny?" "That damned British arrogance," ent on, alt the top of his voice. Yo , half-educated, half -trained, half - live io , of money -greedy pigs-" "I say!" : red • Mr. Naylor -again. uzzled and gry, "You're going a bit too far!" "PIGS!" - . .uted .the young Ger- man. Naylor sprang o. his feet, as white with anger ,,: •.he other was red; he was on the point of speaking when Frances caught his arm, "Oh, please!" .she entreated, and suddenly and' helplessly, began to laugh. "Oh, why do Germans always call people pigs!" she cried. They all looked at her, and under their surprised glance, she struggled for self-control and gained it. She looked down at the ground, her mouth still quivering, and kept very still. "As for you--" began Mr. Hassler and then stopped. "Now! Now!" begged Miss Eppen- dorfer, in terrible distress, "Now geu- tlemen! . . . What about some nice cold beer?" She was afraid, though, to fetch it and leave the men alone; she was afraid also to ask Frances, not know- ing whether or not she considered herself insulted in the person of her guest. She stood nervously smiling, her eyes on her cousin, mutely be- seeching him to be placated by beer. At last Frances took pity on her, and went ,herself to get the stuff. But Mr. Naylor declined. "Thanks," he said, stiff and outrag- ed, "I'Il be going." "Pshaw!" muttered Mr. Hassle-, who stood at the --window with his back turned ostentatiously. "What's that?" demanded Mr. Nay- lor, somewhat louder. With a very obvious young Englishman said al. hing this; he tor* his hat, a with a i ty handclasp for Fran a and a for Miss Eppendorfer took hi off. Frankie went into ber own room and: tried to compose herself by, read- ing, but not for long. Almost immed- iately the front door slammed and Miss Eppendorfer came into her room like a whirlwind, "There! You see!" she screamed. "You miserable creature! He's gone! He's gone ! " Frances looked at her severely. "You've spoiled everything!" she went on. "How did) you dare to laugh at him? What right have you to laugh at him! You're nothing better than a servant. And he belongs to one of the finest families in Hamburg. His father's worth nearly half a mil- lion. He's been through Heidelberg. And you dare to laugh; at him! Who are you, anyway? A big, gawky fool of a girl , . . Picking up a man 15 the street and bringing nim into my 'house. . . . He's shocked at you," And so on', in the strain, that so sickened and dismayed: Frances. "He laughs at you. Ile says you're a clumsy, ignorantt-4--"t . . . All manner of dirty insolence. The heart of the trouble was there, that Frances had laughed at him-. He could forget his anger against the Englishman, but he could not atom. aoh being laughed at by a, pretty giti. Ile had Seidl horrible things about her, Which Miss Epppenclorfer Iv,d' d treasured ;,up and now repeated, with greater malice because She dimly per- ceived that in' his hatred tor Frances there was more than a little lust. ,Against this attack Frances was de. fenceless. There was nothing 131 her nature, nothing in her; 'raining, to arm her. She stood lip very straight, very proud, but tears were running drown her cheeks. She waited until every one of the dreadful 'words had been said,•and the speaker had flung out Of the room, tthen she set to work to pack her little trunk with `furious en- ergy, cramming everything in, wish- ing only to be gone forever from that place. In hat and jacket, she went out into the hall and telephoned for a taxi. The driver came up after her trunk • —he was just dragging it along the hall to put it into the lift, when Miss Eppendorfer came rushing out, in a - kimono, her face raddled and tear - blistered, her wisps of hair in a wild tangle, "No! No!" she screamed. "Stop! Frances!" Her voice reverberated shockingly in the stone corridor. The lift boy and the chauffeur stared' at her. Fran- ces felt ready to faint, "Frances! Come back and let me explain!" "I can't!" said Frances' in a low voice. "Please don't ,make such a noise!" . "Come back! I can't let you go like this! I didn't mean what I said! You know I didn't! Already ,the doors of - two apart- ments had stealthily opened. "Oh, please hush!" entreated Fran- ces. "I can't come back. I'll write." Suddenly Miss Eppendorfer turned to the two men, "Can't you beg this hard-hearted girl not to leave me like this, with, out a chance to explain?" she sob- bed, in a torrent of tears. "Can't you say a word fpr me? . I'm alone in the world. I haven't—" "Hush!" commanded Frances, "I'II come! Please take the trunk in a- gain." When the' front door was closed Miss Eppendoffer flung her arms about Frances. "I know you can't forgive me," she moaned. "But, oh Frances! You don't know what love is! You don't know how I love that man! I know I'm a fool. but I can't help it. Oh, Frances, just stand by me till it's over!" "I don't understand you: I thought you were going to marry hi-...,—" "No! 1 No! Never! . . Only stand by me till I get over it. It won't last. He'll go away soon. It's madness; I know it. But you don't is a sum after tee SHUN GAIN ESSEN MINERALS READ HIS LETTER Feaicelpks . Ont, s West Toronto• w whish was very thin and t. was • pear sirs: had one cols she $9 en is oo star ed to Ttried'eailer e bones awl "Shur- until etc. chewin�ne_ha1Y tit was not very longd rails, s 9 the it at bones . Vele this tried �attla quirt gnawing would not thrive e wetter of a Yew months, 9°° anile wouwed In a cow• bags of this mineral using some. rquire nearly gem Age bought several buil up they do no not thlnit °f ter feeding eo et s _S asnmr,ch as preyioaely. „rolls�avery IT y ti.e ons. • Ts l'1 Seaforth' SHUR-GAIN ESSENTIAL MINERALS For sale by Clinton Creamer, Clinton And Your Local Feed Stores know how I suffer- I can't (help my- self. Oh, Frances, you're so cool and reasonable, you don't know!" The flood of her confession was not to be damned. Frances had to hear it all and to learn its lesson, as well as her unready ,mind permitted, And all the time she listened, in shame, pity and disgust, her adventuring spirit was eagerly and thirstily drink- ing this new knowledge, this experi- ence, precious evenif vicarious. (ContinuedNext Week) Bill (viciously attacking a piece of chicken) ; "This must be an incuba- tor chicken." Joe: "Why?" 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