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The Huron Expositor, 1941-05-30, Page 7NAY 30, 1941, P" ou 'Arifiur Carr ngram: CHAPTER VI • SYNOPSIS Attractive, red-headed Gillian Meade lives with ' her bachelor Uncle Anselm at Rydal House in Eastern Canada. • Rea•1is1ng that the family fortune is almost ex- hausted, Gillian accepts wealthy Jon Hillyer at a ]louse party in his luxurious home at Lac. St.- Cloud. t:Cloud. Here she meets Simon Killigrew, best friend of the late Jaffray Clay, the young poet up to whom Gillian had been engag- ed- Killigrew blames Gillian for Clay's untimely death and Gillian suddenly realizes that what Sim- on thinks matters a great deal to her. She tries to conquer her growing love for Simon. Jon's trainer wanted. him at the boxes. "I'll be only a few minutes, Gillian. I'll' find you with our party." "Right!" She waved him away, but when she turned fipm watching his tall, spare figure disappear in the crowd, she saw the last of the house party, Sir Bates Eyston, shep- t.herding the rest into the Chamber of Mysteries. Only Simon Killigrew was left. She forced herself to look up at him calmly and smile an` imper- sonal smile and say, "We seem to be two strays from the flock. Jon left me tt go see about one of his horse:. that' gone lance and the rest have vanished into the Chamber of Myster ies." "Would you like to go there too?" She shook her head. "Thank you, no. I like to stand here and watch the crowd." The dark eyes were searching her LEGAL ELMER D. BELL, B.A. Barrister and Solicitor' SEAFORTH - 173 Attendance in Brussels Wednesday and Saturday. 12-86 McCONNELL & HAYS Barristers, Solieators, Etc. Patrick D. McConnell - H. GlennHays'' SEAFORTH, ONT. Telephone 174 3698- K. I. McLEAN Barrister, Solicitor, Etc. Hemphill Block- - - Hensall, Ont. PHONE 113 MEDICAL SEAFORTH CLINIC DR. E. A. 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At COMMERCIAL HOTEL, SEAFORTH, THIRD WED- NESDAY in each month, from 2 p.m. to 4.30 p.m.; also at Seaforth Clinic first Tuesday, of each month. 53 Waterloo Street South, Stratford. , 12-+87 AUCTIONEERS HAROLD JACKSON Specialist in Farm and Household Sales. Licensed in Huron and Perth Coun- ties. Prices reasonable; satisfaction guaranteed, For infoilnation, etc,, write or phone Harold Jackson 12 on 658, Seaforth; B.R. 1, Brncefeld. S768 - HAROLD DALE Licensed Auctioneer Specialist tn,-' farnt and household sales. Prices reasonable. For dates end Information, write Harold Dale, Seaforth, or apply at The' Expositor Office. EDWARD W. ELLIOTT Licensed Auctioneer For Huron Correspondence 'pronlptlY answered. Immediate arrangements can be made for Sales Date at The Huron Exposi- tor, Seaforth, Or by calling Phone 203, Clinton. Charges Moderate and satin- faction gttarattteed. 8880-62 face, studying her, 'trying it seemed, to look into her soul. She gave him, at last, look for look, and for a mo- ment, barriers down, they saw each other. He said then, his voice a bit unsteady, "I can see why ,a man would—'' Her look stopped him, the kindling darkness in , her eyes. "We won't quarrel again, you and I," she said. "I don't like to be hated. Not by you. I don't 14ke to think that all 1'11 ever have to remember of ,,you is that you despised me. I'm going now to find Jon." She turned from him before he could speak,°and walked as quickly as she could through the crowd. She met Jon coming from the horse stalls. He said, "It's almost time for you to ride Hero, Gil: Do you feel up to it? You look a bit tired." "Oh, I'm all right. Sure I'll ride him." She would be glad to ride Hero. - It would give her something to do, some- thing ,to think about. "Hero's a bit nervous in, front of a crowd," Jon cautioned her. "Good luck, Gil." The bay was a splendid animal, big -boned, rangy, built for staying power as well as speed. Gillian sat him well. She knew that Jon meant to give her Hero •for her own when they were married. She whispered, "We'll have good times together, Hero, you and I. We'll be great friends, eh?" • Hero stepped proudly into the ring before the judge's stand. He wasn't hard to manage. He seemed to en- joy the spotlight. .She put him through his paces. She had almost forgotten about Si- mon Killigrew. She saw him stand- ing by the rail, gazing up at her, thinking bitterly, no doubt, how well tl•be" looked' on Jon Hiilyer's fine. horse, thinkingthat she- wag happy because she was getting what she wanted. Then, like a squall, a great hubbub swept up ,around her— screams of women and shouting of men and the tramping of feet. Hero reared high, his neck arched, his eyes rolling wildly. She 'caught a glimpse of a'great black dog, an Al- satian, with red eyes and Slav- ering .jaws. She fought wildly to quiet Hero who began to buck. - She heard the dog snapping, snarling at his heels. He lashed out and began to rear wildly. Then she was off. She hit the ground, ,lay face down, shielding her head witth her arms, eyes closed tightly, the horror of those `flailing hooves, of those foam -crusted jaws, rooming all about her. She felt the, clasp of strong hands. She was snatched up lightly, easily, as if she were •a tot. She was held in a pow- erful comforting embrace. "Gillian!" she hear. "Darling Gillian!" She did not open her eyes. Sibe thought it would be nice to keep them closed forever, to hear forever in her heart the urgent tenderness of that voice. Darling. She knew he had , Carr'e through a break in the rail. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up into Ids, loving the, concern in them,.. the fear in their clear brown depths. "Are you all right?" he ask- ed: "You're not hurt?" She shook her head.' "Not hurt, thank you! I can make, out ail right if you'll just set me down." She Stood, restinga band on his shoulder. Jon Game hurrying through the crowd from• tbe judges'. stand. She said, "Is Hero all right?". "Be •hanged with Hero! How are you? The ,brute might have tram- pled you to death." 'But he didn't." She looked from Jons anxious eyes to Simon Killi- .grew's ,thin brown visage, expression- less .now. "Splendid the way you dashed in there, Killigrew, and pulled Gillian -nut-from----t adee, - said -.Jon_ "It's a_ great debt I owe you. If anything had happened to her—" "Arad I must thank you for saving my life." Gillian's eyes were mis- chievous. "I too am in your debt for always." He looked briefly at both ol them, then looked away. "You owe me nothing," he said stiffly. "I'm glad you weren't injured, Miss Meade ;' "Yes --yes, I know how ; glad 'you are," Gillidn spoke softly. "I know bow much it means to you." "What are you—" he stopped, shut his lips tightly. "I think I'll start for Montreal • now, • Mr. Hillyer. 1'1i he in to see you 'Wednesday. Gond- bye, Miss Meade." "Good-bye." She gave him her hand. He held it briefly, then, hur- ried away. "Queer egg," Jon, said. "I never saw anyone move so fast as die did when Hero threw „ you under his •hooves." • "Iie'd have done the same for anyone else," said Gillian, but she thought with a wild • triumph in her heart. He would never have said to anyone• else what he said to me— "Darling, darling Gillian!" The rest of the party had some straggling from the Chamber of Mys- teries, looking rotifer more bored than mystified. Jon told them all about Gillian's-fall. The dog had not been mac!, just a little touched with the sun. He had been captured and locked up. 'Sunset deep red above the black hills, making It a magic road through the woods. Gillian sat wedged' be- tween Moira and Morton Ilsley in the rear of the station wagon. Jon sat, across from her and his eyes rarely left .her, face:, Kindly Jon. Was it treason to him. to feel the way she did?- Jon drove her' back to Rydal House the following 'morning. "I don't like the Autumn•," Jon was pent Over the- wheel, eyes straining• into the grayness. Wet and soden 1eaves drifted down and one stuzc'>t to a corner of the;windshield, Prided and yellow, "I like the Spring, + iuilati, Why can't it'alway+5 46'8s/fling?" "No Autumn; no piing, 'ThtOt' n yen • have it! ► Why, Jon, I love the Aut- umn. It makes me think, and I can feel things better and—and maybe understand myself more than at oth- er times." "'You're happy?" "Yes." She felt a little guilty, knowing the real, deep-seated source of her happiness. "I really am hap- py, Jon," I'm so glad you feel- like that, Gil," hesaid... "I'11 make you happy, my dear. I'll give you all that you may have ever hoped for. But let's make it soon. Let's make it as soon as ever you can." "We'll make it soon. Don't be afraid, Jon, I won't melt or run away." "I love yon so. And the days with you will go by so quickly." Anselm Meade was not at Rydal House, when they arrived. , He had gone to Bishopsgate with Deborah, Hawtry said, and would return that evening. • He kissed her lightly when he was leaving, but in this tone there was no lightness when he said, "Don't forget you are mine now, Gil- lian. Don't forget that I love . you and that every hour I'll think of you. I don't like to leave you for ,even a little while. But it's all right, isn't it? Telt me it's all right." "Of course it's all right, Jon." For a moment she too wished wildly that he wasn't"'leaving her. "I'll be think- ing of you, too," she said. "Of only You." And she meant it then and perhaps believed it would be so. t01 , ttte 'e ' S�'{4t1 r m, '41•14 _ 43.100 tell iP,>ta dxhwi Itt il$s•' 'tfel> at'1y , km* alp tie tall:, oXA ir: in eP:,c aterr ' tl .ent, 41111 a.t*. w4.0, X,e4 The, bus woUid be'"ep n,'iu0 spun ' waned to. 414 to ATOP, s, to RAN hisxl linders'ta 1 what -VON ]ln her iteapt She couid count qfl Anse always.. She wetelred hire step stiffly frons ,the 'bus, 'heard hia ash stick strike the pavement 1=1p':14phed St, so lean, so hard-bitten-, and • the blue ' eyes brightened when he saw her waiting et the corner of the lane. beneath the pointing fingers of the'.sign that mark- ed the road tq Rydal town. "What ho, Anse!" "What he, Gilldar,!°' He slipped an arm about her shoulders and bent his head, his eyes searching her face as if to read all that had happened ov- er the week -end. Well, she would tell him most of it, He would be so eager to hear. "Was Deborah very difficult?" Anse grinned ruefully. "Her life is to be one of sadness. She will go, hunted, driven, • misunderstood, down dark and shadowy paths. Her lot will be the nobility of sacrifice, the bit- ter-sweet pain '8f reunuciation — she has me talking the way she does!" "Well, her life won't be anything of the kind. ' It's — it's all settled, Anse. It's to be soon—as soon as I wish to make it.' And there are just about a thousand things to do. Jon wanted to see you today, but it can wait until he comes again." "Yes. So we can talk about when he will take you from me. Oh, dash it, Gillian, I dont like this! On the surface it looks all right. Desirable match and all that. But you—you're ,something different. You're not just one of these run -of -the -mine, sweet and bubbling young things who go from dear mamma's wing to some man's arms; to any man who has en- ough money to pay the score. This is your life, your happiness, you are e, s going `to >,�tu'bbarlll�, e 1!+.#es at #er :tideway 1�. "Set'yor}t ' aa�d s:linrge 17it it •?epi ha>re it. Bo*.441 he• aid brigade -; no .dam it,` ,gil4 of 'thea w OrtgadeI-• Ifp sp9wie0 ''blaelrll'.. " Rot ' ealough span'kin'g. 'w 'A fou s'uaall---that's Iny. #'suit and my d!eei?;. reproach. Well;; it"e too late naw,,, Tell me what else ballpene+i•.'". fell off a horse. I was showing Hero for Jon and a dog ran anok. and• -got between his legs. It• . was pretty awful, I .hit. the ground hard and 'I'd have been trampled badly if —if someone hadn't dashed in and picked me up —and said, Darling ! Darling Gillian! she thought, and held me ..close and felt pain. that I should be in danger. - "Plucliy!" said Anse. "Well done. Chap 'deserves a medal. Who was he?" "He was one of the 'guests—Simon Killigrew. He—he was a great friend of Jeffry Clay's." With an effort she kept her voice steady, casual. "He published Jeffry's book and now, with Jon's Whelp, 414's -going to publish some more.. He has a .place -of his own, Jon told me, Simonls .. Printery, • in Beaver Hall Square. He was swim- ming in Rydal Water last Saturday. 1 met him then and—" "Well!" Anse drew the word out to three times its length. "You do seem to know all about him." There was a twinkle in the blue eyes. "Young, tall and handsome?" She nodded shortly. "A bit grim and—and stern,-young-god.Idke, • Anse. But nice—definitely." "Nice as they • come." said' Anse. "I knew his father. Pat Killigrew. Killed at Amiens: If your Simon's anything like /him. I'll wager even that calloused little heart of yours did a flutter." • (Continued Next Week) ei? Acct (Continued from Page 6) fullness of living. thousands of settlers see 1t tat way. `Lawns, flowers, shrub, vines, shelter belts and brave little apple .and plum trees are helping to develop character and to create :homes which women and children love. Fancy any one developing tender passion for a brae brick mansion set in the middle of a muddy field. Of course, the better -adapted, crops, like small fruits and vegetables, should be stressed, for these yield most for the effort, and besides, .Con- tribute so importantly to health and economy. But the rarer adventurer have a place too. Years ago a visi- tor to the North West wrote upon his return home: "I think of all I sal the little oak trees interested hie most. Isn't it `funny 'how the form and colour .of a leaf will carry us back to old associations?" The fruit trees, bushes and plants sold by nursery men in the Prairie Provinces in 1933"had a wholesale va- lue of $20,000, which is the closest we can arrive at to give an indication of the extent to which fruit is being developed in these provinces. No doubt many are planted which ' do not ofli3O g o pAir nuaser99,9 Q1q2 ei toata#gA,xet.JpAd th 1. '. the list at pve 6 L t pre4pni hating 'Thexu ft�lloiirt at $5,440, ras'pberti a{ 4'19%{.,. +` $2,,000, and $o- o1 ]her' 'O 3IA pears, apricots, b'laeltberraes;•;eu'r gooseberries;• grapes, straw -Wiz*] a very few loganberries. • FOR 3 GENERATIONS yl3 r4, L,c CANADA MUST BORR A Statement by the Minister of Finance In money alone, this war is costing Canada in round figures, $4,000,000 a day. That is three and one-quarter times the daily cost of the last year of the last war. This conflict Costs so much more because it is a battle of giant, swift machines ... as well as of men. And to build other than the very best machines would be futile. They must be worthy of otir men. Canada dare not ... and will not .. . sacrifice men for lack in quality or quantity of fighting machines. Hence we must produce them on a scale hitherto undreamed of. To do this, Canada needs now to borrow from her citizens, at least $600,000,000' in addition to the revenue raised by taxes. To obtain this money Canada will on June 2nd offer Victory Bonds. Fortunately, Canadians have the money to buy these Victory Bonds. This is shown by a greatly expanded a national income and by record savings deposits. I£,every person who has savings or who can make payments out of wages or `income Will invest in Victory Bonds, the Loan will be quickly subscribed. But the wholehearted support of every citizen is necessary. What Canadians have done before, Canadians can and will do again. Our population was less than nine millions in 1918 and 1919. Yet in November, 1918, our people invested $616,000,000 in Victory Bonds. Eleven months later, in October, 1919, they invested $572,000,000. The total subscribed for Victory Bonds in those two loans was $1,188,000,000. This year, with our population increased to more than twelve millions, the nation that did it before can do it again --and in greater measure. The terms of the Loan will .be, an- nounced May '31st. Get ready to buy every Bond that you can. 44 0 ir.