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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, MONDAY, APRIL & 1929 PAGE NINE E -- SS "Bert, it he should think that we 'two--bis wife and his son--it would be horrible to think about!" Bee whispered. "Well, of course it would be, dear! And he never will think about it," Bert sai, eagerly, "be- cause--1 tell you--I'ni not going to make you unhappy, and myself un- happy, any more, It just came over .me, a few weeks agy--and knorked me sort of flat, do you see?--and I've been getting my breath. Why, Pee, there's no reason L shonldn't love you--there's no sin in that-- he rushed on. It's oaly that I didn't realize it--didn"t know what was the matter with me, until that night : when I came and stood under your 'window here, and thought about it. And it's going to make me hap- py, and you too, you'll see if it doesn't! I'm not going to let it get you onxious and nervous, because it's all over--and long pefore it gets bad again I'll take myself off, and you'll never know It! 1 had to say this to you, your poor darl- ing; you've been loking so scared and guilty about it. And it's not your fault at all, and not mine-- pothing's happened, except that you know how much I--how much I think of you, and that zou've done the one thing In the world ny fath. er really wanted--I mean meade me wake up and want to stand on my .own feet!" "But Bert--Bert, yow souls ve et it happen? We shouldn't ever Jet this much, even think about it!" she said distressedly,' #J¢ he should ever question me --if he ever . suspected it--what could I say? It he should ask me If you'ltked me, and if you had ever sald so--it would kill him!" Baatriee said, 'be: . ginning to get excited, "for uldn't deny it--" yg roy liste "pert Interrupted soothingly. "There's no need for yon to work yoursslf up this way. "Nothing's -happened except, as I '- say, that I've made a fool of myself. It's all right, and Dadi's all right, and you can bet he's a good deal more upset right now over his plans than about anything we're doing. Why, dearest," Bert said, in the fond, amused tone of a big broth- er, * you mustn't 12t yourself get worked up like this!" "And you'll promise me," she {.sald, in a whisper, her eyes fixed on his-- "you'll promise me that you won't--think abou it----any more--"" But he had held her hands just + moment too long, and been close '0 her, slim and confiding and dlis- turbed, just a moment too long. "rhe expression on his face changed, i'gnd he said, a littl? brokenly: "7 w0h, Bee, you're so swaet!--you are the sweetest thing in the { quer [0 EY 3 . "You mustn't--yen mustn't!" she whispered in terror. -And 8 second later she had wrenched her hands free and had run Upstairs. + Strange days for them all follow- "sd, while the futile search for the lost plang went on znd the cotiages at Spy Lake were closed for the season one by one and the air grew got--1 got blue, I guess!" #1 should think you might! Did. n't you go out for luncason tcday, Bee?" . "No. I had a headache this morning--1I 'was tired. And then I wan i over to see your moth- er, but Min telephoned that this was the day of the luncheon-~she wanted our grapes and our chry- santhemums, so I sent them over." Beatrice's voice was steadying, she wiped her eyes vigorously with her nandkerchief, and tried again to smile. "I didn't want to get mixed fn with those old ladles, and knew they were all mad for their bridge," she faltered, "so I thought maybe you and I would go over to- night--perhaps after the Lambert dinner--" "It mightn't have ban much of a thrill for you, anyway," he suggest. ed whimsically, At his tone her eves watered again, and she ciung tighter to his hand, Twenty-two, he thought, and mistress of this big, gloomy, old-fashioned mansion, with the prospect of a call upen his mother and sisters to break the rainy day. Not mach of a lif2 for a girl after all, "Hugh," she said suddenly, eith- er emboldened by the moment of intimacy and tenderness that was unusual now or forcing herrelf from sheer desperation to take the leap--*Hugh, are you---are you angry at me?" "Angry at you!" he echoed, shocked and reassuring aud affec- tionate, all in one. "My dearest child, of course, not!" She faced him bravely, irdiffer- ent to her reddened cyes. "But Hugh--but Hugh, some. thing is the matter: I mean with all of use lately, all the time!" she persisted. "Nothing that Is your fault, Bee," "It it the loss cf the plans, Hugh?" she asked. For the 15th of September was long past now, and Hugh Challoner's name had not been listed as a contestant for the Kreutzmann Memorial College Prize. "No! war," he said philosophically, still worries "not to know anything about it. It was no accident, that's plain, And if it waen't an accident--?" He smiled and shrugged eloguently. "But I shall always Jove the thought of the Kreutzmann Mem- orial," Hugh went on resolutely cheerful, "because of those happy days we had in this room, Bee, last winter, and last spring--"' "When I was sick," she answer- That was tho fortune of "lt ed. "When you were sick, tnd I came home early every night, and we worked away on dormitories und gym lockers! he agred smii'ne. © ¥And when you brought me H'- (tle playing cards for my solitaire." she &aid, with symptoms' of tears again, "and my lace negliges~" "Lots of fun!" Hugh said, resol. 'utely unemotional in the" silence, He was watching her anxiously: she looked feverish and distressed, "Well, what's the news from the cowboys"? he asked, lancing at clearer and thinner and the leaves vutwardly everything was as pe- tore with the three Challoners. Hugh and Beatrice opened thé town house, and a more formal type of living began. Bert they saw only at infrequent intervals; he was not working, he talked restless'y of going west, of going to New York, »¢ wishing he might return to Far- ls. He was more serious than he had been, not so gay, not so noisy; his grandmother observed with sat- |sfaction that the boy had cut his wisdom teeth. Outwardly, everything was as be- tore, but inwardly there was this sreat change in Bert, and {here vere changes to correspond in Hugh and Beatrice too. Hugh had always been quiet, but ne was actually grave now, and when he spoke or smiled it was with a perfect visible effort. To Beatrice hig manne; was nnly a lit- tle more kind, more gentle, than it had been before, bat somehow made her feel, and with a heartsick sense of helplessness, that ho was infinitely remote, that there were infinite distances between them. No use pretending that nothing was wrong -- everything was wrong! Hugh was oppressed and silent, Bert gravitated between moods of the wildest exhilaration and periods of bitter despalt: she could never be sure of herself for a second; she laughed, she cried, she pondered aimlessly, Day after day she determined that she would summon up courage enough to be honest with Hugh abou: li: that she would somehow 'alter out the words ghe was afraid to say: "Don't be cold to me, Hugh! I'm working it out my way --I'm' doing the best I can! Just give me a little ttme--" - She was not fit ta cope with pro- blems life was bringingher: it was ull too confusing, too subtle for her twenty-two-year-old heart and hands. . . "One afternoon Hugh came home at about four o'clock, and found her upstairs In her own sitting- room, crying. She sat up suddenly when Hugh came plundering into the 'dim twilight of the room, her volee thick and alarmed. "Hugh?" "Yes, dear! What is 't? Why, wha!"--Hugh asked concernerly and ganfly, sitting fown beside her #n 2 looking at her swollen eyes and ker nitiable attempt at a smile am- a rdlv---"what's the matter, Bee?" For a few dreadful minutes she ~i'A ouly hold his hand tightly ! gulp, in a desperate effort to rerdin her. self-control. Then she <0 SVnkine gallantly: thing! Bb --hvt I'- that was all, Beatrice had not been I| Hugh?" me," Fugh added, the sheets of one of Marcia's lons, downtown this afternoon having over-- ton with Bert In o liitls outiobiles "But now, Hugh now"----the bes San sagerly, in a puzzled voice, ; Jetpurant "on Washington Alle¢n was having remodeled the two houses on Washington Heights that afforded her her en in. come. She had made this the reds- on for frequent visits at the offices of Challoner, Fairfax & Fliat dur- ing the last few weeks; she had come in this afternoon, just before Hugh's departure for home, "Just saw Bert!" Alleen had sald, "Where was that?" Hugh had asked idly, : "He and that pretty helle-mere of his," Afleen had supplied innoec. ently, "They were up my way, What's Bert going to do----real este ate? They were having tea at the Arms--talking like mad. have them good friends, isn't it, "They get on splendidly," he had answered. But his voice hag trem- bled, and he had felt suddenly shaken and helpless. He had come home feeling sick and cold, sup- posing the house to be empty, dreading the minute when Bee would come in, and loosen her fox scarf, and take the little hat from her crushed, bright hair, and tell him some story about her after. noon. But to find her lying erying among her strangely reassuring. Sitting here beside her, watching the gallant struggle she made to control herself --hearing the youthful, appealing notes in her voice-~Hugh had al- lowed a certain peace and confid- ence to creep into his harassed spir- it This was his old Bee, restored to him: this eager. loving, ardent girl to whose flowery upstairs room he had returned so many times, during the snow and winds of last winter, to find peace and comfort and companionship after the day, She had a fire tonight; 'here was no other light in the .oom, and the autumn dusk had closed in ear- ly, in heavy, steady rain, They could barely see each other's faces now; the sweetness of violets erept into the air--infiritely poignant, infinitely reminiscent of those oth- er hours he had spent here so mony months ago, "Hugh." she said suddenly, "Bee?" "There's something," Reatrice began quickly snd resolptely-- "there's something I have to say to you; something I have to ex- plain. And I don't whether to tell you now," she went on, straighten. ing herself up a little on her pil- lows, to bring her faca closer to his-- 1 don't know whether to tell you now---to ask ynu now to--to forgive me, Hugh--"" She was getting frightened again, She held tightly to his hands. "I don't think there's anything you have to explain .o me," Hugh paid, reasonably, quietly, in a fall- ng world. "You mustn't worry so uch, dear, There's nothing--you now that--nothing that I would. n't forgive you. You're just like a me, Bee, You doa't have fo be afraid of me." "I'm such a fool!'" she whispered penitently, the tears starting again. "And you're--~-you're so wonderful to me, Hugh!" "I want to. be," Beatrice wiped her eyes with the wet ball into which she had rolled her handkerchief, and rushed Fun tog pillows had been} Ca up an sy! th little girl with her big brother, to §. quickly on, as if she feared that '1etters, scattered on the silk cover of her couch. "All good. Hugh, I really be. lieve Marcia is going to marry that 'awful person who writes the spire 'itualiem tracts, and has a beard!" Beatrice said, still struggling with her own emotion and with an al- most laugh. "Not really!" "Really and truly it begins to gound like it, Hugh!" "What does she say about him?" Hugh asked, with well-feigned in. terest, "Well, you never heard anyone knock a person so terribly, to be- gin with!" "That doesn't sound any too hopeful Bee." : "With Marcia It does!" Reat- rice's voice was still thick and her face inflamed with tears; she laughed at him shakingly, through wet eyelashes that were stuck into dark points. "She's constantly tplk- ing of a certain Individual who seems to feel that he can get any- thing just for asking for iL." she went on. "And about how ibsurd it is, at her age, to have anyone hanging on one's words thivking everything one does perfection, end so on." CHAPTER XXIX "Would .you fee] scrry, Bee?" "No, I'd feel glad. If she want- ed to. Mareia's odd, vou know; she's apt to be sensitive and mors bid. If she married at all," Peat- rice said, clearing her throat, and more sure of herself every minute, "it'd have to be.a freak. And then it wouldn't be all--all--un to you. all your responsibility, Hugh, if Marcia married," Beatrice said shyly, : Hig face darkened. "That isn't what's worrying me!" he protested briefly. ; _"I know it isn't. I know It isn't Hugh. But--but Just the same I don't forget it," Beatrice said. She watched His thoughtful face and distant eyes for a minute wis'fully before adding, "Is it Bert?" "No, I'm mot worried about Bert!" Hugh answered, on a long sigh. "He'll find himself. Does Le does he seem to you much old- er?" y : "Oh, much!" Beatrice said quick- y. "Did he telephone today?" * "No. - Why? Did you want to get hold of him?" The color had come quickly into her face, which had paled, in these last few con. tented minutes, into a sort of weary restfulnesss. "Not that T know of," Hugh sald. And he told hims-+'f that Aileen witn hesitation her resolution might fail her. "I did something terribly silly a menth ago. Hugh," ghe began, not (looking at him, her voice very low. "And it's worried me--worried me horribly ever since. I didn't do it deliberately--I war sort of carried [away by it--hy feelings that I didn't kngw myself that I could feel-- jan 1-1 had no one to consult, and (--=in @ crasy moment--" paused. was still warm and steady. But his "There's something -- there's something I want tremendously to happen before I can tell you, Hugh!" Beatrice said, her lips trembling. "And yet--I know I am--am not Jiks myself---and it kills me to wait--not to tell-- "I don't know why I shouldn't tell you what I'm waiting for!" she presently burst ou', as Hugh, his face invisible in the gloom of the winter afternoon, was silent, "I want--terribly--to have Bert get settled, to have you see what---what he's really got in him, Hugh, bow really clever he fs! And if--If he proves that to you---if you feel taat he has really found his work, then --~then I shan't mind so much your ~"" ghe stopped short. "I think I do know "omething of what you've been gcing through," Hugh said, in a voiee that did not sound to him like his own. "You know everything!" she conceded, with a liitle shamed ind penitent laugh. "Hugh," she adled quickly, looking up. "I have nothing really on my mind, you kiocw-- nothing wrong!" she said, with her cwn characteristic childish widen. ing eyes and shaking of head. "As 1f I didn't know that!" "But in some mands," Beatrice sald, "it does seem wrong--it does seem wrong!" "I don't think anything is ever wrong," Hugh offered! steadily, "if it makes things clearer, Tt seéms to me half measures----being afraid to tell the truth--is what's really wrong. You've given me a year of Héaven. Bee--no man in the world could ask more than that! And now, if something's changed--"' + She lay there silent, answering him only by a sudden closer pres- sure of her fingers on bis. He knew she was not listening, and fell silent. "Only promise me you'll never be cross with me, Hugh," she whis- Perea. "I couldn't--1 couldn't bear it! ", "How would you like," he sald in another silence--"how would ve heen here alome thinking, and I Kavanaugh had been mistaken; "Well--" he said slowly, as she ! The hand that held her | world was still rocking about kim. |' vou're worried, I know you see that |' knowing just how--just how, silly | surprised, about what?" voice presently, as seem everything here!" you like to see your "mother and Marela again, and think things your plans didn't goin for the Kreutzmann, we aren't going to lifornia at alll" "No, I'm not. But it seems to me that it would do you a world of good." : "What--alone?" Beatrice asked alarmedly. "Well, alone only cn the You'd have company when' you got there. trip. And then you could make your mind--thirk things over, d write mes" He could see the glint of her 'eyes, trying to see his in the dark. "Think what over?" she asked = "Make up my mind "Everything!" Hugh said cheer ully, "But--but I would come back, Hugh?" Beatrice demanded, with rise in her voice, "It you wanted to," "But I should want to!" "Then of course." "It's only"--she said in a low it she were inking aloud--"it's only that 1 have made such mess of (To be continued.) (Copyright, 1928, by Kathleen Norris.) "KING SOLOMAN" IS AGED TURTLE, BACK Crockett, Cal.,, April 9.--"King Soolmon," an aged turtle, has re- turned to his home here after an absence of 30 years. Back in 1897 J. K. Jensen adopted the turtle as a pet and carved his initials and the date on its shell. Two years later "King Solomon" disappeared. That was the last seen of the turtle un- til it was found in front of Jensen's home a few days ago. | Oshawa, visited with the EVANGELISTIC MEETINGS WERE HELD AT MYRTLE Wood Cutting Bee Held at Home of Frank L. : Brown « Myrtle, Apr. 5~Mrs, Percy Phen- itl and deny , Miss Gwendolyn, of Montreal, spent the vacation with the former's mother, Mrs, M, Bateman. Mr. Cecil Wilson has leased his house to Mr. Percy formerly of Col- ; unibus, Mr. Percy is working on the ¢ hone line near Saintfield. Mrs. Tom R. Price spent the week end 'with her mother in Stirling, Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Downey, of former's brother, Mr, Oscar H. Downey, on Sunday. : School closed on Thursday for the Easter vacation and will reopen on Monday, April 8th. The teacher, Miss Dorcas McFarlan, is spending the holiday season with her parents in Tillsonburg. The special Evangelistic meetings that were held' here last week were a splendid success and were well at- tended. Each night ministers from the neighboring appointments deliv- ered, special messages and on Sunday the resident-pastor, Rev. R. J. Mer- riman, preached a very impressive Easter service. Next Sabbath evening the service will be given over to the Women's Missionary Society when they will have full charge of the service. Mrs. (Rev) R. J. Merriman and daughter, Pearl, left on Saturday to spend the holiday with the former's parents, near Belleville, March came in as meek as a lamb but it made its exit with all the char- acteristies-of a roaring lion, cold, high winds, snow, rain and heavy | thunder. MAJOR HEARD AND WIFE ARE RECONCILED BY LITTLE DAUGHTER || Saverhill, Mass, April 9.-Out of the shattered romance of Major Ralph Townsend Heard and his wife, 'Yvonne Gertrude Holden Heard, daughter of a Montreal mil. lionaire and their court troubles, has come reconciliation, all because of the stir over a false report that their little daughter, Yvonne, four and one-half, had been kidnapped, There is now to be neither legal separation nor divorce of the fath- er and mother, and the legal bat- tle for the custody of little Yvonne |! is all 'ended. The wife made it a condition that "Grandma" Heard must leave, and soon "Grandma" is going to her own home in Tennessee, and the wife will come from a Boston hotel to resume her place of love and happiness in the Heard home. It all came about when Yvonne was reported kidnapped = because her nurse-maid was 10 minutes overdue and the Major had visions of speeding kidnappers in swift au- tomobiles on their way to the pala~ tial home of her millionaire grand- father, Norman J. Holdep, in the suburbs of Montreal, But 10 min- utes after the alarm was sound. ed, and flashed along the Monts real route Yvonne turned leisurely into Woodland Way, from a walk along the lake shore, and the poe ice hunt was called off, Today it is admitted that Mother Heard was the only objection to a perfect reconciliation, and in a few days it will be brought about. Thursday afternoon Judge Harry Dow gave Yvonne into her father's keeping until he could hear all of the facts on April 15. Mr. Cecil Wilson has leased his house to Mr, Percy, formerly of Columbus, Mr. Percy is working with the Bell telephone men near Sun- derland. Mrs. Butterworth and son were near Orillia last weck attending the funeral of a relative. Miss Broad, of Tillsonburg, spent a few days last week the guest of Miss Dorcas McFarlan. Mr. Frank L. Brown held his an- nual wood bee last week when a number of saws and axes yielded by skilled hands soon worked up a large pile of wood. Mr. Wolfe and family, of Toronto, spent part of the holiday season at their summer home here. Much sympathy is felt for Mr. Joe Claughton in the death of his moth- er, who passed away at her home in Stouffyille last week in her seven- cighth year, following a stroke. Mr. Edgar Heron, of Toronto, spent the week end with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Heron. Mr. Jack Birnie was renewing old acquaintances here the latter part of the week. Miss K. Chisholm, of Toronto, is spending the holiday season with her and parents, Mr. and Mrs, Robert hisholm. Large flocks of wild geese have been noticed hovering around some local ponds during the week, and al- though attempts have been made to drop some, no one has as yet been able to boast of capturing any. 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