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You told me you had never really carâ€" ed for any man and so . . . last night At the hotel, after refreshments, Chittenham and Julie found their mut- ual attraction so strong as to be ir- resistible. In the morning they reâ€" turned to the town below, Julie apâ€" parently jubilantly happy. Lombard tells Chittenham that he has made a mistake, that thls Julie Farrow is not the one who ruined Rodney, but her cousin of the same name. Chitten- ham is horrified. He calls at Julie’s hotel and confesses that he had tried to win her love for purposes of reven- ge, believing her to be the other Julie. Giles Chittenham, distressed over the suicide of his younger halfâ€" brother Rodney, returns to Europe from America, where he had made an unhappy marriage. Rodney had kill- -ed himself because a notorious woman Jule Farrow, threw him over. Giles is introduced to Julie Farrow bylhis 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” Lermox 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 amaze- ment, that the girl beside him in the car appeals to him as no other woâ€" man has ever appealed. And some- thing intangible convinces him that her' feeling toward him is similar to his own toward her, “Do you be- lieve in love at first sight?” he asks her, as the car toils up the mountain toward the hotel. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1930 Martin’s Barber Shop Chittenham Watched her, white He felt her sway beneath his hands ionon mm LAUNDRY (9-12:- Have Your Tonsorial Require- ments attended to while waiting for your car. 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Right at The City Limits North Toronto. 7% fer-' “I love you with all my heart and Vice sou1â€"” he said hoarsely. ‘ “But you )se. will hate me when fou know all the one ‘ftruthâ€"hate me more than I can ever hate myself, Julie . . . My dear, Iâ€" "Julie, I’m not free to marry you Julie . . . 1â€"” Suddenly she spoke; she felt as if she were choking. “Please go away.” “Not like this. I can’t go like this. "Julie, there must be some way out. \ Then Julie saidâ€"at least her lips said it, for‘no sound seemed to pass them: “You mean . . . you’re married already.” “Yes.” Suddenly she began to laugh; help- less hysterical laughter which she tried in vain to check or control. “Julie . . .” Chittenham said But she went on laughing. It was so funny, so intensely funny that she of all people, who had never cared immoderately for any one, and «who had always dreaded caring, should so suddenly have been plunged into this tragedy. Two days ago she and Chittenham had never met, and now a whole life- time of events bound them together. They had quarreled, loved, quarreled again, then kissed and been happy, and new the and had come. “I hope nothlng else is go-going to happen,” she said, half sobbing still. “I think I’ve had enough for one day.i I’m not used to crying . . . it doesn’t:: suit me. . . . ” He caught fast: She freed herself from his arms, wiped her eyes. and pushed back her hair. \ “Wait . . .J else; something He drew her into his arms again, holding her fast for yet another mo- ment, then he gently released her. ’ “I love youâ€"whatever happens, al- ways remember that I love youâ€"” he said hoarsely. He turned her face up to him 'kissed her lips. “Oh say you love me . . . say you really love meâ€"” she pleaded wildly. “0h, do you really love me after all?” Chittenham answered betwee‘n clench- ed teeth: “I do, God help me.” It was the truth; a truth of which he had never dreamed. l Julie!” Chittenham said passion- ately. And then somehow without either of them being conscious of having moved, she was in his arms sobbing, her face buried on his shoulder, her arms about his neck. “Forgive me. For God’s sake, say you forgive me. I shall never forgive myself. I’d give ten years of my life to wipe out the ghasfly mistake. But it wasn’t altogether my fault. vLom- bardâ€"” l “Your brother was as much of a coward as you are.” The very still- ness of her voice was like a knifeâ€"cut. “Brave gentlemen both of you! The one to die and leave the stigma of his death upon a woman who never Want- ed him and had often told him so and the other to break a woman’s whole life in order to satisfy his petty pride and the thing I suppose he calls his honour . . . .” Suddenly he found himself beside her, holding her unresponsive hand, pleading with her. “Can you blame Mr. Lombard be- cause you Wished to behave like a cad to a woman who had never done you any harm?” f Chitte-nham flushed crimson. “She sent my brother to his death. I had a. right to make her pay.” faced, tense She turned her head and looked at him. 3; wish I could kill you! I will}; I couldFu yoqu hfir hand, holding her Julie, there’s something and letter came from her. ‘ She did not even Sign her name, ’31' and Chittenham burnt the letter as he[soon as he had read it. A thousand times since he left Switzerland he had thought of asking ‘Sadie to divorce him, but Chittenham knew her well enough to guess that if she thought he Wished to get rid of her she would never allow him to do “Oh, no! . . .” She was looking quite eager. “To! a night club. I’ve never been to a night club, Giles, not to a. real one that is open all night, and where you eat eggs and bacon at three o’clock in the morning. It would be quite all right with you, wouldn’t it?” “It would be quite all right any- way,” he answered amusedly. “These places are only what you choose to make them. Very well, what time do we start?” “What time Is it now?” “Seven o'clodr." “Call for me at nine.” - So he arrived in the dull, highly ex- pensive street where his mother lived, punctually at nine o'clock. ' All these thoughts were passing through his mind as his moths-r went on wailing and complaining. Giles turned round. | “I thought you were too miserable to wish to go anywhere,” he said har- shly. “I’m hanged if I know what the devil you do want~” Then as she burst into tears he repented, and apologised remorsefully. “I daresay you will be shocked,” she said almost coquettishly. “But I should love to go out to dinner and then to a dance somewhere.” I “Very well, we’ll go out to dinner and a dance,” he agreed. “Where would you like to go? The Savoy . .” His mother dried her eyes and smil- ed faintly. The door opened behind him, and his mother came in. She flung back her head and looked at him With blazing eyes. “I wish I could kill you. I wish I could kill you,” she panted desper- ately. and was gone. He found himself remembering the barely-furnished room at the hotel on the heights of St. Bernardâ€"the iso- lated top-of-the-world room in which he had held Julie in his arms. He had been forced to leave Switz- erland without seeing her again, alâ€" though he had made several attempts. He had wired Sadie the name of the hotel at which he intended to stay, and the day following his arrival a I?” she Giles Ghittenham‘s mother 1eaned baclg in her chair and applied an ab- surd lace handkerchief to her eyes. ' He had all a man‘s dislike for a scene, and for the past three days he had been treated to one every time he was in his mother’s presence. “She would be as glad of her free- dom as I should,” Chittenham said curtly. Julie laughed in his face. “Julie . . .” He caught hold of her so roughly that she cried out. “Do you think you’re going to be the only one to suffer?” he ,asked savagely. “Do you think it doesn’t rebound on me too? Do you think I wanted to care for you, or for any woman? I set a trap for you and I’ve been caught in it myself.” Giles frowned and moved restlessly over to the window. ' I’ll do anything . . . anything . . .” She laughed with white lips. “What; can you do? I suppose you’ll say that you are unhappin married, and ask me to be sorry for you 7 Per- haps you will even offer to divorce her?” “I haven’t kept you waiting, have ” she asked gaily. Giles turned round. then he rosg THE LIBERAL, RICHJVIOND HILL, ONTARIO Doris glanced acr05s the room. “There she isâ€"” she said. “In the green frock. Noâ€"over the other side, sitting on the arm of the chair laugh- “You mean the famous Julie Farr ow, I suppose,” he submitted laconic ally. Just lately she seems to have taken leave of her senses.” They went away together through the pillard partition to the room Wherq the jazz band played. A sud- den scream rose shrilJy above the noise followed by a burst of hysterical laughter and the clatter of breaking glass. “What on earthâ€"” Chittenham be- gan. Doris Gardener laughed- ‘the presence of a stranger who yet “It’s OHIY June FaI‘TOW- I don’t looked at him with well-beloved eyes. know What’s happen‘Ed to he? lat/613’- “I think we have met before,” he She was quite drunk here the other said with cool deliverance. night. I wonder they didn’t turn her ‘ Julie raised her brows. out.” ' “Have We? 0h, surely not. I’m “Julie Farrow!” Chittenham’s voice so good at rejnembering faces. Per- was calm and indifferent, but he felt haps you are mistaking me for my as if some One had tugged at his heart cousinâ€"the other Julie!" She laughed “Yes, do you knqw her? She used to be rather a friend of mine, but one has to draw the line somewhere. Chittenham’s eyes were straining across the room in the direction from which the noise had arisen, but there 'was too much of a crowd for him to distinguish any one face. “Darling! you simply must be intro- duced! They’re such sweet people. Doris Gardener is the girlâ€"no, the one in the black frock and the scarlet shoes. She’s twentyâ€"two, and she’s just got divorced from her husband.” 1 Giles looked at the girl with the scarlet shoes. / “Do you dance, Mr. Chittenham?” Doris asked. “Yes. May I have the pleasure Presently she saw some people she knew. i “I’m told the Faun is the place to go to," Giles said. “If you don’t like it we can go on somewhere else.” But Mrs. Ardron adored it, and told him so every few minutes during the even- ing with varied extravagance. isaid at last. “You don’t look a day more than thirtyâ€"five.” “You dear thing ” She stood on tip-toe and kissed him gratefully. “So you won’t mind dancing with your old mother to-night, Giles?” “And Where are We going?” Mrs Ardron asked, as they drove away. was 1n stranger “It sald ; slowly 9n the his pre: feet well See this new Bosch Radio model and the other fine designs. They will compel your admiration by their beauty of design and craftsmanship . . . Listen to them . your enthusiasm will be aroused for their faithful and faultless reproduction. Come in today for your experience of “The Best in Radio.” mews-rm $2 29 Garfield Yerexnfii‘mfig‘ :ence The Radio Show of 1930 It’s Right in This Store L’s amazmg don’t look 2 felt “In the'but she only laughed. as ,5 if he perfect day so good at remembering faces. Perâ€" haps you are mistaking me for my cousinâ€"the other Julie!" She laughed insolently. “That does happenâ€"some- times I assure vou,” he said, turning to Doris. “Julie probably wouldn’t be flattered if she knew, but all the same it happens occasionally. You may not believe me, Mr. Chittenham, if you know my cousin that isâ€"but a man once kissed me in the most im- passioned manner thinking I was the other Julie! So very awkward. espe- cially as he was a man who I very much dislike.” “A disappointment to the man also perhaps,” Chittenham said bitterly, She shrugged her shoulders resign- edly as Julie suddenly detached her- self from the noisy group she was with and threaded her Way across the room. Doris glanced at Chittenham. “Do you know Mr. Chittenham, Julie?” She made the introduction with obvi- ous reluctance. “Come along! If Julie sees me she’ll want to join our party and I’m not anxious to have her. Oh, damnâ€"I knew it would happenâ€"" ‘ “How are you? I’ve heard of you.” she said casuallv. “Rodney Ardron’s half brother, aren’t you? Delighted to meet you.” Chittenham’s face hardened beneath its pallor. He felt as if he Were in the presence of a stranger who yet looked at him with well-beloved eyes. Julie had returned Chittenham’s for- mal bow with a careless nod. ling . . . . That’s what I call a cock- .tail laugh. Come along. I’m sure Essen and your mother are bored to tears with one another by this time.” But Chittenham dil not move. He was looking at the girl in the green frockâ€"a green frock of which there seemed to be so very little with which to cover her white neck and arms. Her lips were painted a. vivid red, and she was laughing noisilyâ€"immoder- latelyâ€"laughter which died away sud- denly as she met his gaze across the room, and it was his Julieâ€"the wo- man who had said she loved hiin, and with whom he had spent that never to be forgotten night on the top of the world. ‘ Doris Gardener tugged at Giles Chittenham’s arm. (Continued Next Week) IIIBOSCH exhibiting the new\ models of RADIO ACCIDENTSâ€" AND YET MORE ACCIDENTS Supposing something happened to YOU. What provision have you made for weeks and perhaps months of medical attention with nothing coming in? Accident Insurance re- lieves financial and physical sufiering {ichmond Hill McClarey’s ELECTRIC RANGES RICHMOND HILL ONT. 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