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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER? 11th, 1939 Giles Chittenham, distressed over the suicide of his younger halfâ€"broth- er Rodney, returns to Europe from America, where he had made an un- happy marriage. Rodney had killed himself because a notorious woman, Jule Farrow, threw him over. Giles is introduced to Julie Farrow by his friend Lombard. in Switzerland. He resolves to make her fall in love with him, then throw her over as she threw Rodney. She tells him she has made a bet with her friend “Bim” Lennox that she can drive her car to the top of the St. Bernard Pass and back. Giles challenges her to take him with her and she accepts. They start out in the face of a gathering snowstorm. Chittenham discovers, to his amazeâ€" ment, that the girl beside him in the car appeals to him as no other wo- man has Ever appealed. And some thing intangible convinces him that her feeling toward him is similar to his own toward her. “Do you believe WE CALL IN RICHMOND DISTRICT in love at first sight?" he asks her, as the car toils up the mountain to- Ward the hotel. TUESDAY and FRIDAYS If you will have laundry ready when driver calls, you will assist us in giv- ing good service. If you only have driver call when phoned for. Call up as early as convenient to insure promâ€" pt attention. Phone Orders for Our Driver, Parcels may be left at Liberal Oflice Telephone 9, Richmond Hill NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Chittenham’s face softened. “I think you’re adorable,” he an- swered. For a moment they looked at one another silently, then Julie said in a queer, breathless way: “I can’t make you out. . . . . I’ve never met a man like you before . . . I suppose you’re just amusing your- self. . . . . I suppose you don’t mean a word you say â€" that you’re just flirting. . . . .” “Is that what you really suppose?” Chittenham asked. He took her by the shoulders, turning her to him. “Is that what you really suppose 7” he asked again. “No . . . yes . . . at least. . .” she was like a girl, confused and shy. “Oh, did you really mean it when you said . . . whenâ€"you know what. you said . . . about love at first sight. . . I meanâ€"you’re so strange, and Are You Our Competitor Martin’s Barber Shop Chittenham’s pulses were throbbing THIRD INSTALLMENT WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Have Your Tonsorial Require- ments attended to While waiting for your car. LmaQNIoWérWASH LAUNDRY GTE Phone-~Willowdale 96W POYNTZ AVENUE LANSING, ONT. Some people are still trying with home methods to compete with the modern laundry â€" but each day the number becomes smaller and Smaller in Toronto as our list of customers grows and grows. 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There’s some- thing differentâ€"quite different about her to any other womanâ€"" She had told him that she had nevâ€" er cared for any one in all her life, that she was afraid of caring! but now something in her tremulous girl- ishness and faltering voice gave the lie to those words. Yesterday seemed a great way offâ€"in another world. America and Sadie were wiped out and forgotten, even the memory of Rodney faded until it seemed only like a ghost in the background of the present unreality as Chittenham drew Julie Farrow into his arms and kissed her unresisting lips. It was late the following day when they reached Montreux. They had to leave her car at the hotel and make the descent with an experienced driv- er, for the road was deep with snow". The drive down was very silent. Julie looked utterly happy, and it was in vain that he told himself that it must be only because she had added yet another conquest to her already long list, and that it was nothing Whatever to do with him personally. There Was a little half smile on her lips, a. sweet dreaminess in her eyes. It seemed an eternity ago since out into the gathering dusk. yesterday evening when he had first Not Julie Farrow! not the woman held her'in his arms. " who had driven Rodney to his death! He wished he could forget the soft- Not Julie Farrow, the woman who Well, he would have paid back part of the debt, if not in full. He would have paid back part of the debt if he caused her one sleepless night, or one tear! ‘ness of her hair against his face, and had lain in his arms last night; not the warm Pressure Of her lips- [the woman to whom he had believed No woman had ever before stin‘edlhe was paying back a bitter debtâ€"not his pulses so strangely; no woman’sthe cold, calculating adventuress Whose arms about his neCk had ever madelkisses and sweet, whispered words he him feel that the world be well lost‘had taken with a covert sneer. if only he could so hold her for ever. “It’s possible to be just as happy But she had only been playing even down on earth as it is on the heights.” as he had! NO dOUbt She WOUId be She had said that to him, her hand just as relieved as he was that theljn his, just before they parted; she little game was finiChed- said that. believing in him, trusting Julie slept with her cheek against his arm all the way back to Montreux. When they were close to lche town Chittenham gently roused her. She flushed, meeting his eyes. Her eyes were so happyâ€"he wished she would not look so happy; it made him feel meanâ€"as if he had pretended to give a. child a beautiful gift, knowing that when she opened the box she would find only a stone. ' “I’ll look much prettier when you see me again,” she said. She squeez- ed his hand and turned away. “Au revoir, till toâ€"nig'ht then.” Chittenham went on to the hotel where he had arranged to meet Lom- bard. It was nearly dinner time when he was dressed. and Lombard tapped at the door. For Chittenham meant it to finish as soon as they reached Montreux. He would never Willineg see her a- gain; once he was away from her he would soon forget the clasp of her arms and her kisses. He looked away from her with a little cold feeling around his heart. Why were such women allowed to be? What right had they to wander through the world bringing trouble and tragedy to every man who crossed their path? The woman who’ had sent Rodney to his death. . . . She did‘ not seem td notice his sil- ence, and presently, glanced down at her, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Chittenham looked at her and longâ€" ed to gather her close into his arms and kiss her as he had done last night. Lombard fidgeted about the room. “So you got snowed up!” he said. “There’s something I want to tell you incgliimnham drew Jflié‘i‘afiow into his arms and kissed her unresilt- 3 ps. Chittenham turned, his face flushed, his eyes furiousâ€"â€" “What in hell are you talking a- bout?” he demanded thickly. “My dear chap, I’ve just told you. It was a mistakeâ€"quite an innocent one on my part naturally. After all, there‘s no harm done, is there? What difference can it make? Miss Farrow will never know . . . .” “Never knowl” Chittenham flung past him and out of the room. He went downstairs, 'took his coat from the lobby and went out into the gathering dusk. Chittenham." “Go ahead. What is it? Have you been getting into a mess while I was up on high?” “No, it’s only that I made a silly mistake yesterday about Miss Farrow. Can’t think how I did it.” Chittenham looked up sharply. “A mistake! What do you mean?” Lombard flushed, and his eyes grew 21 little anxious. “I made a damned silly mistake. Quite unintentional, of course. But the fact is . . . well, s'he’s not the girl Rodney knew after allâ€"she’s not the Julie Farrow he was so mad a- bout. It came out last night when I was talking to Miss Lennox. They’ve got the same name â€" Julie Farrow both of themâ€"they’re cousins, you see but this one isn’t the one Rodney was so mad aboutâ€"she’s in London at this momentâ€"the one here is her cousin.” She had said that to him, her hand in his, just before they parted; she said that, believing in him, trusting him, loving him! Not knowing any- thing of Sadieâ€"not knowing that he was a married man! not knowing per- haps any of the tragic happenings which had led up to this, the worst tragedy of all. It was as if some one had torn down a veil that had blinded and de- céived him. What a sport of the gods! He felt like a man in a dream. He tried to believe that he had only to rub his eyes and he would find that the house before him had vanished, find that he was back again in South Arnâ€" erica, that he had never come to Switâ€" zerland with Lombard, never met Julie Farrow on the little lake steamer. What would she say when she knew? how could he explain what pos- sible excuse could he find for his act- ions Which would not seem utterly cad- dish and despicable in her eyes? He remembered a hundred and one little things which should have warned him, told him of his mistake. a He knew now that when last night Julie had said she loved him it was the truth also. And there was Sad- And then one of the windows lead- ing on to a balcony openedâ€"the sound of voices was wafbed down to him through the quiet evening, and 9. W0- man’s figure was silhouetted against the light. ie. Julie? For a moment the pounding of Chittenham’s heart almost choked him, then with a. breath of relief he saw that it was not Julie, but Bim Lennox. Presently he heard her voiceâ€"quiet- 1y cynical. “I can’t see any signs of your Rom- eo, Julie dear?” Chittenham drew further back into the shadows as he heard Julie’s laugh, and the little confident note in her THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO [ He could hear voices from that bal- lplexity. “It’s not anything to look so ‘cony room and muffled laughter as:tragic about surely, is it?” the maid turned to him to ask his\ Chittenham’s eyes wavered, for a name. He braced himself and went moment he hesitated desperately. sear- forward. . ching for yet some means of escape, Julie Farrow was there alone. then he told her. Chittenham heard the door shut be- “I went up to St. Bernard with you hind him, but he did not move forward. 5 yesterday believing you were the wo- There was a mist before his eyes,man my brother had loved. I wanted blinding him, then he heard Julie laugh to pay back some of his debt. I want- nervously, .ed to hurt you as I believed you had “I believe you are more afraid offihurt him. I wanted to make a fool me than I am of you,” she said. [of you as I knew you had made of him. She was very paleâ€"in her white'I thought Fate was playing into my frock she looked almost like a ghOStghandS when you agreed to take me but she was smiling happily, and wheniwith you yesterday. I thought I Was he made no movement towards her she .being damned clever . . . . It seemed raised herself a little on tiptoe and‘so easy to make love to you . . . you softly kissed him, seemed to make it easy for me. .” Chittenham tried to speak, but he] could not. He read a shadow of question in her eyes, that changed into vague fear. ‘ “Why . . . is anything the math er?” she asked uncertainly. “Is it the same now we are down on earth?” he asked hoarsely. “You. haven’t found that last night was just a dream ?â€"â€"that we were two dreamers and that now we are awake?” g She was very paleâ€"in her white frock she looked almost like a ghost, but she was smiling happily, and when he made no movement towards her she raised herself a little on tiptoe and softly kissed him. “Isnjt it the same now we are down on earth again?” she asked with a note of’ banter in her voice though it shook a little with ‘emotion. She laughed at that, shaking her head. “The earth is so muchâ€"â€"â€"so very much more, real than the mountain tops were, dear.” she said softly. She bent her head and lightly, brushâ€" Iy his coat sleeve with her cheek. “I told Bimâ€"~” she said. “I was so happy, I just had to tell some ofie.” And then as if struck by his silence she'looked up swiftly to ask: “You don’t mind? you’re not angry?” “Angry . . .17” How could he an- swer? what could he say? He re- leased her hands. and mcved a step from her. “I’ve something to tell you,” he saiu abruptly. “Tell away Lhen!” Chittenham looked away from her. “It's about last night . . . last night.” “Yes.” He turned with an effort and went up the steps. So she had told Him as he had been sure she would. Chittenham gritted his teeth and denched his hands. He was to be spared nothing. voice when she arisweSed. “He will come. I am not at all afraid.” ney 'I “You told me you knew him.” ’ “Yes. I often met him when he was with my cousin Julie.” ‘ ‘ Chittenham caught a hard breath, ‘then it was true. “You knew Lombard, too?” Do you ‘know that at first he mistook you for “And about my brother “Yes 9n How excited â€" and how happy â€" she was the first time she heard her son's voice come over the telephone from a distant city. Talking with him was as easy as though he were in the same room. It was something to remember and to cherish for days afterwards. And how much happier she has become, because Fred comes home by telephone now; every week. He calls her every Sunday evening at eight-thirty. It is an hour she waits for and looks forward to all week long. It brightens days that had become a bit empty and lonely with the family scattered. Fred is happier, too. For the price of a movie he gets something no money can measure â€" his mother's voice â€" a touch of home. It’s a fine way to start a new week’s work. Rod- ‘your cousinâ€"the other Julie Farrow? “Well, What difference does that make? I’m not, and you know it now.” She frowned a little in per- plexity. “It’s not anything to look so tragic about surely, is it?” “Lombard told me that you Were the [other Julie, that you were the woman Rodney had cared so much about ” She met his gaze directly, but un- suspectingly; suddenly she smiled. Scroggs: “I’m just back from a trip to Chicago.” Scraggs: “How was the shooting?” “Giles!” Her voice was a wounded It was a. great day at Hamilton, Ont, when the British Empire Games were opened; a day of sunshine and smiles, as is shown by the above picture of four distinguished Canadian citizens in the viceâ€" regal box. Whatever the smile is born of, it is unanimous. Left to right: E. W. Beatty Chairman and President of the Canadian Pacific Railway: His Excellency Viscount Willingdon, Governor-General of Canada; Hon. R. B. Bennett, Prime Minister of the Dominion; and Hon J. Howard Ferguson. Prime Minister of the Province of Ontario. a A Happy Quartette at Empire Games (Cont inucd Next Week) STONE, GRAVEL SAND AND PEA GRA VEL Supplied on Short Notice. WIRE FENCING and CONCRETE CONSTRUCTION Phone Maple 864 WALTER BONE & SON (606) , “We are quite satisfiod wish the showing of the British l'n'lms at the Empire Games iusl (-ummded at Hamilton, 0m.. far we va-ked up quite a lot of honors. and if i may say so. made a very creditable showing." was the statement of R. T. Britten. in charge of the swimmers who hung up several new marks at the meeting. He thought the Games would he of in- calculable value to the Empire as a whole. since they brought all parts of it together at one time and one place. nous m superm Pacific chairman and presidem of the rail- way comoanv wired mngratula- nous m (‘amzun E. Amman. genera! superimr‘ndenl of the (‘ompany's Pacific steamship fieeL Records also fell on the Atianiic when the company's liner Dmvss of York travelled botwnnn ()revnnck. Scot- land‘ and Qnehpc CiLv in 5 days. 17 hnurs and 20 minutes, vven better- ing the time hung up by Lhn Duch- ess of Richmond on hvr previous trip from Belfast to Quebec, which is a hundred miles shorter. i Evening role: on "Anyone" (:talion-lo-xtation) call; now begin at 7 p.171. Night rates begin at 8.30 p.771. Just give "Long Distance” the num- ber you wantâ€"it speed: yp the service. If you don’t know the distant number, "Information" will look it up fat you. a ere and PAGE SEVEN uria, was six hours the Em- r the run. mr hours