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The Huron Expositor, 1941-05-23, Page 74 •;• 4 • ....Y.. I •...,,• •••••••,' .44 og Lo' . CHAPTER V SYNOPSIS Lovely, red - headed Gillian Meade liVes with her uncle, Col- onel Anselm Meade, at Rydal Rouse, in Eastern Canada. Re- alizing that the family fortunes are nearly exhausted, pillian de- temines to accept Jonathan Hilly- er, wealthy friend of the family, while she is his guest at, a house party on his luxurious estate. She meets Simon Killigrew, best friend of Jeffry Clay, the brilliant young poet to whom Gillian: was engag- ed. Killigrew accuses Gillian of having been responsible for Clay's death. This disturbs her, and at the very instant that Jon Hillyer is proposing, she finds herself wavering in her resolve to marry him. "There's one thing I must tell you, Jon," Gillian: said at last, loosing the clasp of his arm: "I've thought this all out -too. I've been cold and calculating in wanting to marry you. Oh, don't mistake me—I think you are splendid. There is no man I honor or admire more, except Anse. But I feel I would be less than honest if I didn't tell :you the truth—that there's no love in me— nothing of what the world calls love." - "But there can be." In spite of his wisdom, his -,vaunted sophistication, he was oddly disappointed. What had he deluded himself with? Hp was more than twice her age. Gil- lian was not yet twenty. "I don't know," said Gillian. "PM afraid 'of love, anyway." She spoke almost sullenly. "But I can be hap - LEGAL ELMER D. BELL, B.A. Barrister and Solicitor SEAFORTH TEL. 173 Attendance in Brussels Wednesday and Saturday. 12-cs McCONNELL •& HAYS Barristers, Solicitors, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell— H. Glenn Hays SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephone 174 - 86981, K. I. McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. ••=. Hemphill Block - • Hensall, Ont. PHONE 113 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. McMASTER, M.B. Graduate of University of Toronto PAUL L. 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"Poor Gillian!" he said softly. She clung to Jon Hillyer. "Don't say, 'Poor Gillian.' Don't feel sorry for me; Jon." "But the greatest thing in life, „Gil- liani—the thing that belongs to youth —that is youth --You" have not known Her eyeS were cold, cold, and her heart was cold. "I don't know what to think. 1 on- ly know you are troubled, and that I'd do anything — Anything in the world—to help you." "I'm still thinking of love, Jon. Still wondering If one can •really die for love. Oh; Jon, .forgive me for talking this way! Forgive me and— love me. I'm not afraid of your love, Jon.'' "You need never be. Nor afraid for it." With him tihe let down feel- ing persisted. This moment had been nothing such as he had pic- tured. "We won't announde it tonight," he said. "Perhaps we won't announce it at all. We'll just go off one of these clays, soon, and be Married." "I'd like it to be that way." Her clasp tightened on Jon's arm. He smiled down at her. She said, "I don't think I've made you very hap- py. I'd like it better than anything else in the world." But was it so? Wasn't it her own well-being, her own security, that mattered most?„ 'If she wanted to make him happy was she going the right way about it by marrying him. when, she .did not love him? Simon Killigrew was not with the crowd in the living room. Some of them were playing bridge, some just talking. He was nowhere about. It came to Gillian with a queer shock that his .darlc head was what she had looked for first. Not finding it she felt something that she hated to ad- mit was' disanpointment. The room seemed empty somehow. She joined in a game of bridge but had to fight to keep frack of the cards. She -saw two of the players ex- change sly, knowing glances when she forgot it was her turn to bid and had to bg• reminded. They thought she wasclboking for Jon. Expectant - 1y, when she and Jon returned from the • lake all these curious eyes had gazed at them. • "You're not with, us, Gillian—at least, not in spirit," said Moira Can- avan sweetly—the Hon. Moira, who had the best seat on a horse of any woman in Quebec Province, who had wanted. Jon Hillyer herself and want- ed him very much. For himself, too —since she had a great fortune of her own. "Weil, I for one can't blArae you." The game went on. Moira, when she was dummy, had leisure to spec- ulate on Gillian, on what made her forget the game. One by one she eliminated the men in the room: Pender and Sutton and Royce were middle-aged and married and had their wives with thein; Savarin played a 'cello and Morton • Ilsley was the worst bore in the 'Province; Sir Bates Eyston might do, only for the fact that' he'd' been trying to flirt with her since she caMein, and she hadn't even seen him. • Simon Killigrew! Moira, when it flashed • on her,' almost dropped her cards. She whiStled, noiselessly. She bad it now! Simon and she had 'been talking before Jon and Gillian returned, and he, too, had been watching for - someone, looking ev- ery now and then at the door and into his eyes wbuld come a stormy, brooding look. ,.Certainly,, mused Moira, it isn't: love on his part •-•-• if I'm any judge. I wonder what it's all about. She had forgetten, her make. „It was TherTaria to be laughed at. She laughed too. She said, "Mn' Killigrew- must have found us pretty dull. He left for his room with the plea ,that he had some novel manuscripts to read. Can you conceive of anything duller—even us!" "Oh, yes," Morton Ilsley, partner, knew all about books and publishers. "Qiiite a coming man, Killigrew. He's published a few things that did quite well 'and I hear he's going right into it. Well, it' S nice work, giving genius to the world. Genius has a hard time." 'Genius," said the Hon. Moira, "al- ways ,gives me the idea that what it needs is a kick in the pants." . Morton looked shocked. He bid three no-trumps offhand and knew he had overdone it. :Moira. doubled him promptly. Smug little caterpillar. A lot he knew of geniuses. Ask Gillian Meade — she could give You the real lowdown on the babe. Hadn't she been Wild about that crazy --eyed, gin -swigging poet, Jeffry Clay, who had gone to Valhal- la, or wherever poets go, leaving be- hind him a romantic impression that he had deliberately dime himself in for love of Gillian, because Gillian would have nothing to do with him? And she thought, well, it was only af- ter she turned hini down that he started in trying to drink it all up. Maybe there is something in the yarn. Saner men than Clay Might have a bust-up over that fade and figtire. I hope she is god.to Jbn. If. she isn't, Pll break her neck. Oh—oh, here comes the dark and brooding one out of seclusion— "Oh, Mr. Killigrew!" She was watthihg Gillian as she called and. saw' a sudden twitching of red lips, an uneasy movement of slender gold- en shoulders. Sinton Killigrew came and stood between her and Moira.To Moira's question, "Were the novels too dull?" he answered, "Dull en- ough." "More fun out here, I should think." Moira smiled up- at him and across at Gillian. "Tell Gillian' Meade how to play' bar cards. She has MOT-, ton• all upset." "Miss Meade?" Simons voice had. • • . • ...• t,;•-• •••••.',•tv.• •,• • • an edge. "Oh, I couldn't„ advise. I know little about bridge. Anyway I should think she knows how to play her cards." •,Gillian's eyes darkened. She stiff- ened in her chair, but did not look at him. Moira was not too pleased with her handiwork. There was no great malice in her. "Well, if you can't be any help that way," she said, "tell us something of the great . books you're going to publish. Morton Ils- ley there tells us you're playing big brother to genius." "Onl' y when it needs a big brother, Miss Canavan. And I can't always be on hand to play the part. Genius is so much the small boy you've likened it to—trusting, quick ,to give its loyalty and its love, gullible. But it's not tough, and when it is first petted, then kicked aside be- cause, perhaps, it's poor—" Gillian's cards dropped from. her hand arid fluttered to the table, to the, floor. She half rose from her chair. Her cheeks were chalky white. She saw Jon, who had come in from the billiard, room, stop and stare at her. Moira took her arm and forced her to sit -down. Ilsley and Sutton, the other man, busied themselves with picking up the cards'. "I think we've had enough bridge," said Moira. "Let's call it a day." She whispered to Gillian. "Are you all right,. 'my dear?" The blue eyes were wide and an- gry. "Much you care if I am! You me. • , 0010 b#4,:,14hre up ariipkLI atua •14,0100 Qt OA $1:0 tho per* *1,14014 the cooluePPA the still/Ws the hindtioss • of the night. • J0o /414.15'W presently and stood beside her; She kmor he was troubled. She bad Alien the ,aniased look, the beWildeVitient, in his eyes when she was getting Up from the card tablp, "Gillian!" Jon put hie band on her shoulder and •gently made her turn to him. "Tell me what's the matte. Something that happened in there has upset you terribly. Wasn't there something said at the card game about Jeffry Clay—some alkision to genius?' Didn't Killigrew tell them some stuff and wasn't it that which upset you?" "Yes." Gillian's voice was quiet, remote. "If you must know, it _was that." "Perhaps I can keep him from talk- ing that way. I most certainly can." She shook her head. "Yoa couldn't —couldn't make him stop thinking like that. He—Simon Killigrew is down on me because he blames me for what happened to Jeffry. He be- lieves what everyone else believes and Jeffry Was his—his friend. But it hurts me." _ "And does it chatter so much what he says? Or thinks? Or does?", She knew it did, that it mattered terribly. "I won't talk about it any more, Jon. He knows what he is about. We'll let things take their course." The next day, Sunday, was one of Autumn's loveliest. Gillian went rid- ing with Jon. They rode down green, leafy tunnels where the sunlight was dappled gold on the • carpet of the forest, where the maples were turn- ing scarlet and the willows gold and the water in the lakes and ponds they. passed had the still and dor- mant look that belongs to the Fall. She felt happy now, all doubt thrust aside. Jon smiled at her as they walked up the steps to the lodge. It had het taaeartti Dr.(base's Ointment' 'been a good day fur dilm too, lie felt sure •of lifeagln, sure love.. He thought of the ring he would buy for her—a great emerald he had Seen a few days before. Its green fire would go with her hair—flashing green and deep gold. He thought of, the lovely things for which she was starved and bis heart was warm at the knowledge that he could give her all of them. Then he saw young Killigrew sitting alone in a corner of the piazza, a sheaf of manuscript on his knee, a straight -stemmed briar pipe in his mouth, and all the unpleasantness of last night came back to him. He saw Gillian look too and then turn away, and some of the sunshine had gone from her eyes. "Let us forget those old things," he said, stopping her on; the thresh - hold. "Let's put them aw'ay', forever." ' She said: "1 have forgotten much of the bitter- ness; • So many, of the old, dark things for- got." 1 And she smiled. ,up at him, but even then remembered that the lines she had quoted were written by Jef- fry Clay. Most of the company stayed over on Monday to go to the fair at St.- Cloud, which had begun to attract ,thousands of visitors from the coun- try around about. Simon Killigrew said he would visit the fair for an hour or so to .see Jon's horses sho,wn, Hend: OAP 9t• niO .74$ Olielnig, and t4t1114 spirit . . Satyrday night dc iii* Stiaita,„ 24th at Lakeview QaBe; Aga t.10.' cord breaking Orebe,01;r4,-WIWB 11.116; ping an his Caneade Rhythm Orch estra. Makes its appearaire.t,„ ThiS orchestra has hsen contracted for the fall season's engageMent. hyjug ,e‘r•- ery Saturday until. Attie 21St, the4 nightly untt Labor Day. Lakeview Casino has for 24 years established a sound reputation, for good music, but ne‘ver has au °rob- ePtra beea: successful in contracting for a, third year's engagement, and so we EVA all hall Tipping and his men as truly "record breaking." Much can be said of his orchestra, but surely this fact spealr:3for itself. Transformation is the only way to tell of "what's happened" to the Casino. The inside decorationcan only be equalled' in the smartest American night spots. Original ideas are many. Those of us who have been patrons wouldn't see a thing except the fine dance floor that would re- mind us Of other years. "Modern" is the word; concealed indirect lighting all over. Work on remodelling start- 5- but that he must leave then -for Mont- real. Gillian saw Simon Killigrew watch- ing t h e merry-go-round, perhaps thinking of other fairs, of a young girl beside him. She felt an ache, a wistful yearning in her heart. He looked so lonely there, and so young and so lost—and still so stubborn. "Don't 'forget," said Jon, "you're to show that bay, Hero, for me. What - ho! Here's Landry looking for me." (Continued Next Week) OGDENTS CUT C/GARETT E ,roBAcco .:,.,-,4‘'..0, ii,,4tio r ,g4p,i:AFIt.:0;:i'iT40tfo:4414::!...ifi,". ro 'ekwiii 1074 ilk- ' ipii A g'11°,44tIti-4,4cryree*:°.. 'r: 0.,,,.1'7,.-, You i i'l'43,;•01'• v -;,,_;._., , friends-13vP' to9.' IgMelitk lug,alj•.4 AR Wr 04' 4, ;11,104011.944P, lioliday.—(Ciontributo0.i.'' :', ' • .,: .'•'''', . : 1,t , • ' mar 10xe War to TORONTO Try HOTEL. VVAVERLET' Located on Wide Spadina College Easy Parking Facilities Convenient to Highways sughists Rates Double - to $5.$ Four to Iou., SOO to *11 Close to the University, Parliament Buildings, Maple Leat Gardens, Theatres, Hospitals, Wholesale Houses, and the Fashionable Retail Shopping District A. M. POWELL, PRESIDENT • 11 LL .•TEARSand.swgAT7 This is a war for existence. It is war to the death. It is a war to win or to lose: There can be no half way—no compromise. It is a war to WIN. Money is the fourth arm of the service. Whatever you are called on to pay or ,to lend, it is little compared to the lives that our sons offer. There have been many and heavy calls upon Canada already. There will be more. Let us face the truth and the truth will make us - free. It is freedom we are fighting for, British freedom, the freedom of body and spirit that makes life worth living. If we fail, -we fall. V Be prepared for sacrifice. Great Britain -"iii—s—get ineampie on a scale of heroic magnificence history doesn't record. Let us FIGHT! Canada has the resources. Let us spare nothing. When our soldiers offer their lives, let us be willing to share our livelihood. - Presently the Government of Canada will call for imoney. The money is here. ..f We are spending billions. We are already heavily taxed. But most of these billions and those taxes are being spent in Canada. That money comes back to you. Keep it rolling. Keep putting it back into the war effort, so that it may be spent again and again and again until Right prevails and the world is free. • 11 H • • WORK M PAY ,fruat ite ee DEPAR TMENT OF FINANCE. CANADA. • ;,•:•H , • ' .• • •.• . , . „ . , , , „ Of • ,nt,• • ..i•••••,..", •'•:•• 1,t 31 iff •:•