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Richmond Hill ACCIDENTSâ€" , AND YET MORE ACCIDENTS SuppoSmg something happened to YOU. \Vhat provision have you made for weeks and perhaps months of medical attention with nothing coming in? Accident Insurance -re- lieves financial and physical sufl’ering “I’ll do anything in the world to make you happy, Sadie,” Giles said, but in his heart he despised himself for a. coward and a traitor to the woman he loved. He could do noth- ing for Sadie if it was only his love she wanted; that was already in the keeping of Julie, who had gone out “0h, go! go! They all say you be- have like an angel. They all think that I am a beast to you. Oh, I know they don’t say so, but I know what they think.” Then as she felt him move to leave her she caught at his arm with her thin, nervous hands. “I’m sorry, Giles. I didn’t mean it. I do try to be reasonable, but if you were in my placeâ€"” Her voice broke, and she controlled it with an effort. “If you would rather I did not goâ€"” he began hopelessly; but she broke in offreinidedly; “You treat me like a child. Nobody would think I am your wife.” Chittenham frowned. “Don’t be unreasonable, Sadie. I cannot spend all my time with you.” Her drawn face flushed. “You would want to, if you loved me,” she accused him. The reports of the specialists were encouraging. They had every hope, they saidâ€"it might be a long time naturally, but Mrs. Chittenham was such an excellent patient . . .” Giles winced and turned away. One Saturday he and Bim went down into Gloucester to follow up a clue which they hoped might lead to news of Julie. Chittenham had told Sadie he was going away on business. She turned 'impétien’dâ€"y away when he would have kissed her. > “When I get well I’ll start all over again and show you how nice I can be,” she told him. “You’ve been so good to meâ€"far better than I ever deserved. 1’] pay you back some day, Giles.” “Gét well and strong, and I shall Wagi: nothing e1s9,’{ he told her. A little later Schofield meets a man who tells him that he, too, was at the 'St. Bernard Hospice that night and that he and Chittenham sat up all night talking, as there was no vacant room; Lombard’s story was a lie. But Julie has disappeared, leaving a note saying she is not coming back again. Fire Schofield’s reply is to return Julie’s note unopened. Later he calls on Chittenham and tells him that Lom- bard has told him of the night that Giles and Julie spent together at St. Bernard. He believes the worst of Julie. Giles throws Schofield out. So that is what the world believes about the girl he loves! At a Spiritualist seance at Giles’ mother’s house Sadie Barrow, his wife suddenly goes blind. She calls to him and he responds, revealing the fact that she is his Wife. Julie, who has sent Schofield away because of her love for Chittenham, goes home in despair. Chittenham follows her, but she sends him away and decides she will accept ‘Schofield. She goes to Schofield’s hotel. He is out, but she leaves a note for him. Julie, disillusioned, enters into the wild night life of London to try to drown her anguish Lawrence Scho- field wants to marry her. Lombard, who had first introduced her to Chitâ€" tenham, demands money from Giles with the threat that if he is not paid he will tell Schofield that Chittenham and Julie spent the night together on the St. Bernard Pass. Later Julie con- fesses to Chittenham that she loves him. Giles Chittenham sets out to make Julie Farrow love him, intending to throw her over in revenge for the suicide of his brother Rodney, whom Julie had cast off. He succeeds, but finds that he has fallen desperately in love with her himself. Then he discovers that it was‘ not this Julie Farrow, but her cousin of the same name, who had driven his brother to death. But Giles is married, to an American girl named Sadie Barrow, with whom he has not lived for a long time. Sadie unexpectedly turns up in London, at a party at Giles’ moth- er’s house, but both keep silent about their marriage. REG PETCH NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Office in the Post Office Block SIXTEENTH INSTALLMENT WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE â€" Automobile â€" Dependable Companies Officeâ€"â€"Radial Station A. G. SAVAGE 0861 ‘II HHHWEIDEIG, ‘AVGSHQHL Telephone 177 Richmond Hill INSURANCE TEL. 118 Ontario Life And then one evening as she was walking: along by the sea with the sun- set light in her face, she met him. He looked ill. she thought. and old! And as her eyes searched his fine, it seemed impossible that only a few days ago she had seen him and talked 'to himâ€"â€"surely months must have ydragged away since she told him he lmust 9:0 out of her life. I She had no idea where she meant ,to go, but she had taken a ticket to lFolkestone because it was the first place that occurred to her, and be- cause she had once spent a happy holiday there. “We have been hunting for you ever since you left London.” His agita- tion was unmistakable; she could feel how his hand shook as he held her wrist. ‘ Julie laughed, again. “We?” she queried. “Yesâ€"Giles Chittenham and my\- self.” “Giles Chittenham?" The colour died from her face. “I am imk-cd honoured,” she said with a bitter sneer. ~ Schofield winced as if she him. “Don’t talk like that. If you only know . . . Oh, Julie, let me explalnâ€" let me try to explainâ€"” “There is nothing to explainâ€"nothâ€" “If you have anything to say that must he said, I hardly think any one will overhear you. But I am in a hurry . . .” Her voice broke angrily. “Why are you here at all?” And Schofield gripped her wrist with fingers that bruised, as he said hoarselyâ€"“Thank Godâ€"I’ve found you.” Julie managed a laugh. “Do you know that you actually sound sincere,” she taunted him. “I was never more sincere in my life. Where can we go to be alone? I have so much to say to you. . . .” Julie glanced dowh thé almost de- sewed-front. She crossed to Ostend by the mid- day boat and took a room in a cheap little pension which at any rate had the merit of great cleanliness. And the’he Julie stayed for a foHiight sleeping and resting, and trymo; u forget. She never though‘n of Schof‘“l(l#‘l' was too bitter a memm‘v. 77" Md been the rock in her sea of distrrr: to which she had elwavs unconscinun'v clung, and he had failed her even as everything else had failed her. It was only at mid-day when she reached Folkstone that the idea oc- curred to her to cross over to France. It was only a little journey, but there was something comforting in the knowledge that she could so easily put the Width of the sea between herself and the things from which she desired to escape. H There had been no aefinite plan in Julie’s mind when she ran away from London. She turned and crossed the room to Chittenham. She understood so well What he was feeling, how his heart must be torn with remorse and grief, and yet through it all she knew he must be- conscious of a great and over- whelming relief. She slipped a hand into his. “At any rate, Wherever she is, she can see the sunshine again.” Bim walked to the window and looked out. The sun was shining, and the air was soft and warm. She closed her own eyes and tried to im- agine what Sadie had suffered. To be blind! Never to see the sunlight or the flowers, or a beloved face. ‘The doctors were hopefulâ€"lâ€"but. . .” the nurse shook her head. “I don’t think Mrs. Chittenham herself ever hadrany real hope.” 'Chittenham made no answer, and presently Bim drew the nurse aside to whisper: “Would she . . do you think she would ever have recovered her sight?” 7 “There was a little silence before the answer came. “It must have been an accidentâ€"” they told him for his comfort. “She must have tried to open the windowâ€" the nurse had left her alone for a Iew minutesâ€"and we think she lost her balance. . Last night she was quite cheerful and hopeful, and looking for- ward to seeing you to-day. We are sure it must have been an accident.” But it was something very differ- ent. Early that morning, just as it Was getting light, they had found Sad- ie lying on the pavement below her wingoWâ€"quite dead. ‘ v There was an urgent telephone call from Sadie’s nursing home. Would Mr. Chittenham please come immediâ€" atelyt ‘ “I’ll go with you,” Bim said at once, and looking at Chittenham’s white face, she hated herself for saying: “Perhaps it’s good news. Perhaps she is recovering her sight.” “I hope so. God knows, I hope so; Chrittenham answered. “I can’t stand this much longer,” be told her as they drove away. “It’s an impossible situation. God only knows what the end will be.” But the whole world knew the end when, on Monday morning, after a hopeless search along a chain of false clues which led them nowhere, Bim and Chittenham returned to town. And a storm'of tears came, and bit ter sobbing. Chittenliam went out to Bim, who was waiting for him, his face set and whige, and his eyes, miserable: of his life perhaps for ever. He kissed Sadie, hurriedly, anxious to be gone, but she clung to him. “Kiss my lipsâ€"kiss my lipsâ€"” “Sadie!” He held back from her for a mo- ment, then gave way. He kissed her lips kindly enough, but with no Warm- th or passion, and she pushed him from her petulangly. “Go avéay. Ybu don’t love me You hate being with me." had hurt THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO Julie tried to speak but no words would come, and before she could re- sist he had drawn her down to sit ibeside him on one of the seats overâ€" ;looking the sea, and was holding her 'hand in both his. “We’ve been searching for you day 'and night, Julieâ€"it seems a lifetime .since you Went awayâ€"4’ ' Her lip curled scornfully. “A lifetime. only two weeksâ€"” “Sometimes two days can be an Peternity,” he told her with unusual eloquence. He did not heed when she tried to interrupt him; he went on rapidly: " “So much seems to have happened since . ‘. . you and I parted. You knowâ€"” he stopped abruptly, only to go on again with. quiet deliberation. “Chittenham’s wife is deadâ€"Chitten- ham is free." /’ ' Julie tried to speak, but her lips felt too cold to frame any;words. She ) Shé sat staring before her at the fading kind“ sunset with a sense of numbed reality. “D. He went on without noticing the interruption. “We’ve searched every- whereâ€"Miss Lennox and Chittenham and I. It is pure chance that I came here to-day, something seemed to force me to come. . . .” “Poor Lawrence!” Julie whispered. ‘ He winced and turned his face away. “I’ve been a foolâ€"all my own fault . and yetâ€"you never cared for me, Julie . . . I always knew that you “We’ve searched for you every- whereâ€"Miss Lennoxâ€"” “0h,â€"Bim." Bim had never failed herâ€"the only friend who had not. I Chittenham’s wife was dead Sadie dead. Sadie! . . . Sadie to have died like the butterfly she had been, after a few short hours of vain fluttering in the sunshine. Like a voice in a dream she heard Schgfigld speaking again. ing I want to hear.” “You don’t mean that it’s not like you to be hard and cruelâ€"” She tried to free herself. “Let me go. You and I have fin- ished with each other." “Yes.” He released her wrist, but now she made no effort to leave him; there was a haunting sadness in his eyes that held her against her will. “But there is still Chittenham," he said yery quietly. ‘ _ ‘ An outstanding example of just how genuine quality can be built into a miniature radio. It has a complete Sparton chassis, the standard Spar-ton circuit, dynamic speaker and other features of excellence that are responsible for Radio’s Richest Voice. This beautiful little cabi- net is a masterpiece of small design. 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It mattered so little to her that he had been unjust; he had never had any real power to hurt her;- forgiveâ€" ness between them would be an easy LLiu.‘ SHe touched his hand with sudden kindliness. “It cannot matter to you whether I foygive you or notâ€"” I “1.5”: _yuu v1 uuvâ€"- 9' “It matters everything in the work], Julie, if there is anything I can do for youâ€"anything, anythingâ€"to make aâ€" mends for the past. . . .” “You thought that!” she whispered. KlYesii’ The last streak of sunset warmth had faded, and there was a chill wind blowing in from the sea. Julie shiv- ered and rose to her feet. “It’s cold. I must go.” “Let me come with you, Julie. Now I’ve found youâ€"don’t send me away like‘Ithisâ€"without saying you forg've Then suadenB-r she knew, and the blood rushed in a burning tide to her face. “Forgive you? 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