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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, APRIL 5, 1929 The Make Believe Wie About A Young Girl Who Married Her Employer. 16s, CHAPTER XXIV . She raised her eyes for a sort of flicker of greeting, without being able to meet his look--it he look- ed. Her eyelids seemed weighted with. lead. Immediately she saw his fine young hand, within her range of vision, lighting a cigarette. "I never knew such a nizght-- Rosie O'Grady is on her ear," Bert said to his father easily. The pet name was his favorite for his diz- nified grandmother. Hugh, work- ing with a"small metal ruler and an incredibly sharp pencil, said gbstractedly: "Two packs of cards, and soli- tafre for her, until the storm breaks, of course?" "She was hard at it when I left," Bert answered. A violent wind smote the roof, trees swished and creaked, and doors and windows rattled. The viting-room window cvrtains stood sut straight and level, papers lifted and sailed in the air. Hugh and Bert leaped to make everything se- cure, and Beatrice gathered up the scattered plans; maids could be heard laughing excitedly as they ran upstairs to shut windows and doors. "I think I'll cut home to Granny efore it breaks!" Bert sald. "It makes her nervous." \ "I'll go too!" Hugh added. He glaned at Beatrice, "Want to come along?" "Not if you don't mind. Hugh? I was there for lunch, And I'm so sticky and dirty and tired--" Bea- trice made a litle appealing ges- ture of her hands. "I think I'll take a long, luxurious tub, with ali 'the windows wide open," she said, "and get comfortable, and read for ,a while." "Do you mean that you don't imind this?" Bert asked incredul-- osuly, of the increacing wind and storm. | "I love it!" "I won't be ten minutes," Hugh romised. After all, his mother's house was not two hundred yards }away, through the pines. "I just want to he sure that everything's all right." When Bert and Hush let them- Iselves out at the front door. sh: iwas ascending the stairs, books un- ider her arm. They looked up at her, and she smiled back, the tempered light soft on her shining hair, ani curves of her slerder hody gracious- Iyoutlined in her gown of black lace Hugh said, "You're sure you're not frightened?" and Beatrice laugh- ed _scornfully, and they were sons. She bad her bath, fn a bath- room suffocatingly hot, because of closed windows, and afterward jeould open everything and let the {delicate wet warm air stream through, The wind was still blow- ing hard, but the rain was falling in hot, slow, reluctant drons now, 'and every instant brought relief » little nearer. She powdered, brushed, straight- ened her discarded garments. low- ered lights, knelt in childhood's fashion, beside her bed, to pray And all the while a thought 1vrked thrillingly in the back of her mind --she would not take it out, she would not look at it yet. but it was there; it would be ready when she needed it. . She heard Hugh come in - ad run ureairs, and her heart warmed. Dear old Hugh, it was always good fo have him return from any ab- gence, short or long. He was tak- dng the stairs like a boy; "eo was probably drenched, even -af'er that jpriet exposure to the storm. But it was not Hugh. here waz a quick knocking, and Bert's voice. Instantly she was out of ped, across the floor, and facing him anxicusly through the opened door. "It's nothing"! he sald reassur- ingly. "It's only that Granny feels badly, and she rather wants Dad to stay over there, tonight So I came after you!" "Oh?" she said, In relief. And then, on a long sigh, "Oh, I thought it was something the matter. Come in! Or, no," Beatrice corrected her self, laughing, "don't come in. J forgot that I'm not dressed." He had often ben In his father's room before, he had been accus- tomed all his life to dawdle around in It comfortably, and--he reflect- ed now--he must have seen Beat. rice in her pale blue silk pajamas before, with her red hair ruffled in this innocent childish fashion, and her slim, young, vital person frag- tant from bath and powders. But to them both this moment was new " God, yon are beautifu' Bee!" Bert sald, in a whisper. He put his arms about her, and crush- od her face against his own In a second she was fre ing, and with her eyes bri~ hard. When she spoke it was Nuttered vet definite voice: "Don't do that, Bert! Walt for me down stairs, wiil you? T won't be a moment." He stood for a little space look- ing at her; they were both breath ing quickly. i scared you, didn't I?" Bert ' "Then? No!" she ancwered cornfully. But she was staking. "Bee," he said quickly, fmpul- sively, "are you sorry?" "I'm not sorry. I'm not any- thing!" she responded fimpatient- ly. *"Go--go downstairs, and wait for me!" i | Still he hesitated, looking at her |irresolutely. "I'm--I'm not enjoying it, ex- actly," he said, She had crossed to her dressing table, snapped up its brilliant {lights. In the mirror wings he could see a trio of Beatrices, a doz- en trios of her. He saw one vista |atter another of her tousled youth- {ful head. the white stretch of "er ithroat, the thin silk pajama jacket that her fast--moving, firm breasts moved up and down, hsr hands, nervously busy with her hairbrush, her smoldering. troubled bine eyes finding him in the glass. "I'm sorry!" he sald, sin:ply, elo- ant- md. a quently, in the silence. "Oh, sorry!" she burst out sud denly. She was sitting now; it was ag if she were determined to dis- miss him by resolutely noginning her toilet. She flung down her hair brush and put her cihows on the table, and buried her face in her hands. "I could kil! :1iyself!" she stammered, "I don't know what to do!" The world rocked for Bert; stood still. He could feel his heart race. His thoughts tumbled over one another; every.other consii- eration was forgotten; he knew only that he must not kill this first sign of weakening on her pari. "It's not our fault!" he said. Beatrice took down her hands, knotted her fingers before her, amid the jumbled rich furnishings of her dressing table, and stared somberly at herself, and through herself, into far spaces, In the mir- ror. "You must go downstairs," she said, in a level, lifeless voice. "I know {t--I know it!" Bert answered angry and petulant. He left the room, the door remaining open. Outside the house the wind was still worrying through (le pines, if with lessened intensity, and the rain fell in sheets. Beatrice sat motionless, ag he left her. His face had ben wet, when he pressed fit against ners, and his hands had left wet placer on her shoulders. Her mouth was still burning fro mthe touch of his mouth: She felt vague and dazed; her thoughts refused to be ordered. "Mrs. Challoner is frightened of this storm," she said aloud, 'ook- ing aimlessly about her "Bert's waiting for me downstairs. I must get dressed!" Her telephone rang. Apathetie- ally she drew it toward her. It was Hugh saying ter was coming home after all. Beatrice hung up the telaphorne and went out into the hall, Tt was lighted, and Bert, looking up at her room, was standing hal'- wav up the stairs. "Hugh's coming home, Bert." she said briefly, and turneq hack to her room. "I don't blame him!" in a hard voice. Beatrice did not speak to him nor. look at him again. When Hugh came home she heard the lower hall door slam as Bert depart- Bert sald ed, and busied hersel? in seeing that a thorough soaking should do Hugh no harm. "Get every stitch of that wet clothing off, Hugh Challoner, and take a hot bath. It's much cooler than it was. You'll have yonr death if you don't tvok out," sroli- ed Beatrice, established once more fn her nillows, with her opened hook before her. "Bert wake you up?' Pugh asked. "No, I was reading. He came 1p and knecked at my door, and for a minute I was paralyzed. I tho ght something had happened to vou!" "And yoir'd mind {f something happened to me?" Hugh asked. stopping in the act nf tying the tasseled strings of his dressing gown. She loked at him levelly temper- ately. across her book. "No. I'd love it," she sald plac- idly. "The thought of vour hodr. drifting about the lake, face drwa, is One that gives me real pleas- ure!" CHAPTER XXV He came to the side 2f the bed and sat down on it and took her hand. "Bee, what a fool T am!" he sald repentantly. "If you ask me, you're nopeless!" Beatrice assured him. The next day but one was Sun- day; they all went to the clubhoure to lunch, and afterward watched the tennis. Twenty-four hours .of rain had freshened the air and re- vived the gardens and lawns, and despite the hot summe? sunshire the world seemed to be nade new. Bert was playiug in the finals of the tournament, snd Hugh drove him over early, and shared his er tremely limited luncheon some- where out of sight. Beatrice hed luncheon with friends, and joined Minnie and some of the youngsiers, and sauntared down to the ccurts at about half past two o'clock. "These are just preliminaries!" Mrs. Kavanaugh called across to Minnie, Beatrice and Minnis smil- ed at her, and returnd a "How do you do?" and Hugh came down among them, in his light flannels, with a Panama hat pushed up on his hot forehead, and took an em- ptv chair next to Beatrice. "Nid you see Mrs, Kavanaugh, doar" sald Beatrice, nndding and smil'ng at Afleen again. "Oh, hello, Afleen!" Hugh said "Is he nervous?" Alleen called. "Hert?" > : "Yes. Is he nervous?" Alleen strolled over to them, and as there wad another empty chair, she ook it. It was very lovely down on ihe grassy edge of the courts; parterres of flowers were blazing op ail sides, and the 'rounded tops of the trees and shrubs framed the clean, cror- ped turf on which the white nets were stretched. Over under tte awnings of the grandstand there were fifty or sixty persons especial- 1y privileged in the matter of seats, but Beatrice thought it much p.eas- anter here in the natural green shade of the trees, wilh the rise of the hill behind them, and the sun already declining. She loved to be seen with Hugh; she had not heen married so lofig but that certain persons were p.:int- ing her out as young Mrs. Challon- er, and she liked it. She had scem- ed actually nervous and unlike lier- self yesterday, and was still a 1't- tle pale and serious today, hut that only made the odd pallor of her contrast. Her plain gown was tn silk, and her hat tan, her crearyy stockings and smart little shoes, and the stretched taut silk of her parasol provided another clear note of tan, in the suniight, when she sauntered over to the grandstand beside Hugh, to speak to certain distinguished guests. The thin line of her loose leather belt was vivid blue. Bert won, of course, but onty af- ter a hard fight, and came up at- ter the game, breathless and red- faced and with his shirt sticking to his big shoulders, to be conerat- uplated. They all circled about him; Beatrice was one of the last t= speak to him. "It was wonderful, Bert!" she said. Bert wheeled about as if he had been shot. "I didn't know you were here." he said, under his breath. He took her hand, and bent his tumbled head over it. "Why, Bee--Bee, I didn't know you were here!" Ee muttered again. Aileen saw it, everyona zaw Ht--- even Hugh. They saw that the hig fellow wag completely confused, He laughed boyishly, and spoke only incohererently and foolishly, After a moment he put ais hand under Beatrice's elbow--a proceed- ing that was the less conspiclous because the entire group was now beginning to drift toward the club- house--and guided her in that di- rection, "I couldn't have hit a hall if 7d known you were here!" Bert sald. bending close over her, smiling down into her eyes. "It's lovely, Bee--it's a delicious dress--"he went on, entirely oblivious to wat- ching eyes about them. "And fis this the silly little parasol that goes along? Let me carry that--" "Oh, Bert--'" she preathed, only too painfully conscious of 'heir position. *"Please--"" "I can't help it!" he stammered. laughing shakeniy, as he hurried her along. "I thought I was never going to see you again! I d'dn't know--I'm not asking for any- thing! I only want to see you now and then--that's 811. IT don't krow what I'm saying. and I don't care--"' '"Please--a little slower--" She was trying to retard their pace, she was scarlet-cheeked now and be- side herself with nervousness and distress. "I've been in hell sirgce Friday night," he said. "I thought my eyes would go blind, without the sight of you! I've not been atle to eat or to sleep--oh, Bee, if we could get away from these damn' people--"" "We can't!" she said guardeliy, "Bert, for Hugh's sake--for my sake--I entreat you --" "Bee, I'm so happy! You came to see me play--I never dreamed you would! Dad brought me over, and I didn't even ask him--" skin more effective and a bright blaze of her hair a more striking _ And beautifully played too!" she said in a natural "hright tone, for the sake of possible eaves- droppers. "Oh, nonsense!" he said, laugh- ing. '""What does the game matter? You know it doesn't matter! Bee, did you have my note?" "Oh, yes--yes!" She tracted. She turned resolutely back. and waited, In the chattering throngs, until Hugh and Aileen and some of the others came up. "i've turned his--his head completely. He's fed up on praise!" ""That's what you two have been talking so hard about?" Aileen said lightly, with a trace of deadly sig- nificance on the first word. Bee did not answer. She slipped quietly into step beside Hugh; her heart was beating fast, and she felt confused, frightened for fear that she or Bert betrayed some- thing; nervously apprehensive of what's Hugh's mood might be; afraid that her manner was fluiter- ed and strained. Bert left them, turning off to- ward the shower rooms, and Bea- trice and Hugh got into their own car. Hugh was so silent and had go tense and stern an expression in Lis eyes, that Beatrice felt as if she were being driven home by an absolute stranger, and grew more was dis- and more uneasy with everyone of |, the dozen half miles. "I've seen them hoth play better than that!" she presently ventured, Hugh was silent. "Hugh, you're three times the player that Jewett is: why didn't you go in for the trophy this year?" she demanded bravely, ignoring the pause. "Oh, no: I'm getting rusty!" he said, in a trembling imitation cf his usual kingly tore. : "Rusty! Oh, Hugh, shame on you!" Beatrice was trying for anim- ated reproach. "Why, yun played marvelously on Saturday." "No, no, no--no more matches for me," he sald gently. Gently, bus his tone definitely ended that line of conversation. "Bert tells me that he has left) the Atlantic people," he sald mild- ly, after a space, Beatrice was not quick enough to see a pitfall; she answered earn- estly: "Hugh, he wasn't happy there!" "You knew, then?" Hugh asked, unemotionally. She felt her face burn and her throat thicken. "Well, he sald something about it yesterday--or wae it Friday?" she stammered. "I'm gorry," Hugh commented briefly. "Why don't you--why don't you send him back to Paris, Hugh?" Beatrice burst out. "That's where he wants to be. He's happy there; he, has friends there. He doesn't wanted to come to California. What could he do there, except hang about playing more tennis, or driving your -cars--if we go--" "Is that the plan?" Hugh asked, in an inflexible voice. "Is what, Hugh?" "Is it the plan to ask me to send him pack to Paris?" > "What plan?" Baatrice asked, hurt and bewildéred by his man- ner. "Yours and his," cisively. "We had no plan, exactly," Beat- rice answered slowly, in a dead voiee. There was a pause, "I can't very well make him an Hugh soid in- euvwence TnUerMITElY,", HUEN Sa1d, when they were walking to the house a few minutes later. "I gave him a year in Paris, and he took care of himself for another year, He's almost twenty-five, IZ he can't support himself now, he'll never support himself. It fsn't the right method. I can't do it!" "Won't he--inherit from your mother some day?" Beatrice aske ed, trying to get close to his tore. tured spirit, trying to shew him she was anxious to share, not mere- ly to present, this problem. " (To be continued) | weeIqIEy 4a 'SGT "usukdog) | Norris.) - ST -------------------- MR. & MRS. WILSON HONORED AS THEY LEAVE NEWCASTIE Are Given Presentation and Address by Their Friends Newcastle, April 3.--Mr. and Mrs. Frank Gibson and daughter, Miss Helen left on Thursday last to make their home in Toronto. Mr. Gibson leaves shortly for Cal- gary where he will spend the sum- mer, Mr. Robert Douglas was a guest for a few days at the home of Mr. and Mrs. H, P. Pearce recently. Mr. Campbell, Wellington, has been relieving at the C. N. R, Sta- tion.for Mr. Percy Hare, who has- tened to Trenton on learning of the fatal illness of his mother-in- law, Mrs. Williams. The regular meeting of the Mis- sion Band was held at the home of Mrs. H. E, Hancock on Satur- day, March 16. After the devo- tional exercises and business ses- sion a short program was given, consisting of vocal solos, by Evel- eyn Allin, Ruth Honey; recitations by Jean Rickard, and a piano s=olo by Gladys Rollard. Mr. and Mrs. R, A, Jones have taken up residence in the former Mr. and Mrs. Frank Gibson home, now owned along with the adjoin- ing property by the Ontario Or- chards' Company, of which Mr. Halfway is manager. Mr. Jones is in the employ of the company here. Rev, and Mrs. Scott Howard, Miss Salome Howard and Miss Bea- trix McIntosh are expected home soon from their West Indies and South American tour. The Women's Association of the United Church met at the parson- age on Thursday afternoon last, the ladies being received at the door by the pastor, Rev. W. P. Rog- ers, and welcomed within by Mrs. Rogers. Mrs, Percy Hare presia- ed and Mrs. W, H. Cooke, Mrs. W. J. 8. Rickard and Mrs N. L. Rick- ard led in the opening devotional exercises Mrs. George Honey had charge 'of the Temperance topic and gave an awakening talk on the present evils of the sale of intoxi- cating liquors. Other members on the program were a solo by Mrs. Frank Branton; Readings by Miss 0. Warren; and recitations by Miss Margaret Jones. The association adopted the report of the parson- age committee, given by Mrs. W. F. Rickard, convener and secre- tary-treasurer. The committee ac- companied by Mrs. Rogers, had been in Toronto and had selected wall paper for three rooms of the parsonage. Lunch was served at the end of the meeting. Mr, and Mrs. J. S. Ames, of Bow- manville, and Major and Mrs. H. W. Dudley, motored to Trenton on Sunday and attended the funeral of the late Mrs. Williams, mother of Mrs. Percy Hare. The evening service on Sunday, April 7, will be in charge of the Young Men's Welcome Class of the United Church Sunday School. The entire service will be conducted by these young men, their teacher be- ing Mrs. (Rev.) W. P. Rogers. The gpeaker for the evening will be Rev. (Dr.) J. C. Robertson, of Tu- ronto. Mr. W. M. Reid is moving from C. R. Lovekin's farm to Mr. W. M. Farrow's farm, 3rd. concession. Mr. Farrow held his sale recently and will be moving immediately to the brick house on the Martin Far- ow property. : Mr, on "hrs. John Bentz and family left our community on Mon- day for Toronto. About seventy-five friends and neighbours of Mr. and Mrs. Chas. wilson gathered at their, home on Tuesday evening and tendered them a farewell and presentation. Greetings over, wraps laid aside, and lunch provisions stacked, Mr. Robert Martin, in the capacity of chairman, called upon Mr. Robert Douglas to read to the surprised couple this address: Mr. and Mrs, Chas. Wilson:-- We,. your friends and neigh- nours, have gathered here this eve- ning to convey to you the high es- teem in which you are held in this community. We feel we are ex- pressing the sentiments of one and all present when we, say that we are sorry that you are going out of our midst. We shall miss you the more be- cause you have always been ready to lend a helping hand wherever the opportunity presented itself. ° We wish you every success in your new place of abode and hope that you may have good health to enjoy it. In truth, we wish you, in the words of the old adage, health, wealth and happiness. May you re- member that all here are your triends, but that all your friends are not here. Please accept these two chairs 'as a lasting token of our regard. Signed on behalf of your many friends,--Robert Douglas, William Clyske 'and Mrs. Wilson briefly ex- pressed their appreciation of the kind words spoken and of the gift of the chairs, and offered their suests the freedom of their home. Mr. Martin, Mrs, Clarence Mitch- ell, Mrs. Sam. Powell and others in short speeches voiced their re- grets that Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were leaving the section. Formalities over, the more elder- ly folk enjoyed themselves at games and in social chat, while the younger people who wished TOWELLING Pure Linen Roller Towelling, 16 in- ches wide, A good heavy and splen- did wearing quality Crash, assorted colored borders to choose from. Sev- TOWELLING 21-inch pure Linen Tea Towelling of exceptionally heavy Scotch weave, (One of Scotland's largest Linen Mills made a great sacrifice to 'us, ING THREE BIG DAYS, each Women's Umbrellas, ly sold at $1.75. 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Among the lady school teachers and ex-teachers who graced the oc- casion were, Mrs. Sam, Powell, Mrs. Gordon Martin, Miss Vera Powers and Miss Gladys Cann, Miss J'reda Wilson of 'the Orono Pos: office and Miss Bella Wilson, who attends high school in Trenton and lives with her uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Blake Crawford, were home for the event. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson and their younger son, Kenneth, are giving up farming and intend to move to Toronto next week. Mrs. Percy Hare, wife of Mr. Hare, C.N.R. agent and station master, and president of the W. A. of the United Church, has the deep- est sympathies of the whole com- munity in the sad bereavement she has suffered in the death of her mother, Mrs. Williams, who died at her home in Trenton on Friday morning following a brief illness. She was apparently in good health on Wednesday morning when Mr. Hare came to Newcastle to visit Mr. and Mrs, Hare here. While Mr. Willlamg was still here neigh- bours found Mrs. Williams lying prostrate on the floor of her home. Mrs. Hare and son and Jack were with her when she died on Fri- day morning, as was also Mrs. Twiddy, another daughter from Toronto. Mrs.. Whitleton, the eld- DEAF! HEAR WITH THE NEW GEM Of interest to all deaf people is the knowledge that rolief is at last within their reach. We will be pleased to give a free demonstration of this wonderful instrument. JURY & LOVELL'S OPTICAL DEPT. > Phones 28 or 29 and the fiddles by Mr. Gordon Mar- c est daughter, arrived from Belle Plains, Saskatchewan, on Sunday in time for the funeral. The sale of western horses at the . R. Lovekin's farm on Friday was fairly successful. Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Powell, pro- vincial highway east, have leased the farm vacated by Mr. Chas, Wii- son. ADMIT SEARCHING YACHT AT NEW YORK Customs Officials Say Pistols Fired in Air When Signal Unheeded New York, Aug. 5.--Officials of the customs enforcement bureau acknowledged yesterday that Stuy=- vesant Fish"s yacht 'Restless' had been boarded and searched 'for li- quor by an inspector from a cus- toms patrol, but denied there had been any discourtesy. Fish, a wealthy sportsman and broker, complained to Washington that men he believed to be mem- bers of the coastguard halted his yacht near the Statue of Liberty by firing their revolvers and then one man searched the "Restless" while others pointed their pistols at Fish and his family, At first the coastguard, the cus- toms and the marine police all de- nied knowledge of the incident, but shortly after Rear-Admiral Billard of the coastguard arrived from Washington to begin an investiga- tion, the customs bureau announc- ed that it had been learned a cus- toms boat had been the one to stop the yacht. 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