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P'AGE EIGIIT THE CANADIAN STATESMAN, BOWMANVILLE, ONTARIO CRAPTER X So Christmas Eve came, and the costume bail at the Tommes'. There were, as Baldy had told Jane, just six of themn at dinner. Cousin Annabel was stili in bed, and it was Adelaide Laramore who made the sixth. Edith had told Mrs. Follette frankly that she wished Adelaide had flot been asked. "But she fished for it. She ai- ways does. She flatters Uncle Fred and he falis for it." Baldy brought Evans and Mrs. Follette over in his flivver. They found Mrs. Laramore and Fred- erick already in the drawing room. Edith had flot corne down. "She is always late,'" Frederick complained, «"and she neyer apol- ogizes."1 Baldy, silken and slim, in his page's scarlet, stood in the hall and watched Edith descend the stairs. She seemed to emerge fromn the shadows of the upper balcony like a shaft of light. She was ahl in silvery green, her close-clinging robe girdled with IBusiness Directory Legal M. G. V. GOULD, B.A., LL.B. 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BOUNSALL Designer and Dealer in Monument*, Tablets, Markers, etc. In Granite and Marbie. ENTERTAI NER Secure RALPH GORDON, the wonderfully versatile e n t e r- taher, for your next entertain- ment. Illustrated cireular free. Addreas 628b Crawford Street, Toronto. pearis, her hair banded with mistletoe. 1 For a moment he stood admir- Sing her, then: "'You shouidn't have jworn it," he said. "The mistletoe? Why not?" "'You will tempt ail men to kiss you." "Men must resist temptation." His tone was light, but ber heart missed a beat'. Theme was something about this boy so uttemly engaging. He had set her on a pedestal, and he worshipped her. When she said that she was not worth womshipping, he told ber, "'You don't know- She was unusually silent during dinner. With Evans on one side of her and Baldy on the other she had little need to, exert ber,- self. Baldy was always adequate to any conversational tuxý, and Evans, in spîte of hîs monk's habit, was not austere. He was, rather, like some attractive young friar drawn back for the mioment to the world. He sbowed hîmself a genial teller of tales - and capped each of Frederick's with one of his own. His mother was proud of hîm. She feit that life was taking on new aspects - this friendship with the Townes - her son's in- creasing strength and social ease - the lace gown whicb she wore and which had been bougbt witb a Dickens pamphlet. What more could she ask? She was serene and satisfied. Adelaide, on the other side of Fmederick Towne, was flot serene and satisfied. She was looking particularly lovely with a star of diamonds in ber hair and sheer draperies of rose and faintest green. III arn anything you wish to cail me," she had said to Fred- erick when she came in - "Ian 'Evening Star' or 'In the Gloam- ing' or 'Af terglow.' Perhaps 'A Rose of Yesterday' - " she had put it mather pensively. He had been gallant but unin- spired. "You are too young to talk of yesterdays," be had said, but bis glance bad held not the slight- est hint of gallantry. She feit that she had, perhaps, been unwise to remind him of her age. She was stili more disturbed, when, towards the end of dinner, he rose andpmoposed a toast. "To littie Jane Barncs, A Merry Christmas." They all stood up. There was a second's silence. Evans drank as if be partook of a sacrament. Then Edith said, "It seenis ai- rnost heartless to be happy, doesn't it, when things are so bard for ber?" Adelaide interposed irrelevant- ly, 'II should hate to spend Cbristmnas in Chicago." There was no response, so she turned to Frederick. "Couldn't Miss Barnes leave ber sister for a few days?" "No," he told ber, "she could not." She persisted, 'I arn sure you didn't want her to misi the bail." 'II did my best to get her bere. Talked to ber at long distance, but she couldn't sec it." "You are so good-hearted, Ricky." Frederick could be cruel at moments, and her persistence was irritating. "Oh, look here, Ade- laide, it wasn't entirely on her account. I want ber here myself." She sat motionlcss, her eyes on her plate. When she spoke agamn it was of other thmngs. "Did you heàr that Delafield is coming back?" "Who told you?" "Eloise Harper. Benny's sister saw Del at Miami, She is sure he is expecting to marry the other girl." "Bad taste, I caîl it." "Everybody is crazy to know who she is." "Have tbey any idea?" "No. Benny's sister said he talk- ed quite frankly about gettmng married. But he woudn't say a word about the wornan." "'I bardly tbmnk he will find Edith hcarýt-,broken." Towne glanced across the table. Editb VI Wm TAMN-AT CANADIAN WEEKLY NEWPAPERS ASSOCIATION CONVNTION AT NIAGAA FUS TOP Niagara Falls as seen from Association of Canadian Adver- of the guest speakers at, the Con- 1 Cyanmid Plant. 4, Frank J. Burns, on his election to the Presideitcy. a window of the General Brockj tisers, and Frank B. Hutchinson,! vention. 2 and 3, Groups of dele-' Kemptville,. N.S., retiring Presi-l LOWER PICTURE, Group of Hotel. CENTRE (lef t to right) Secretary and Mangger. of the gates at the North Amnerican dent, congratulates H. T. H-allwell delegates taken at the Falls. Glen Bannerman, President of the New York Press Associat.on, two 1 was not weariAg her lovely coun- tenance. Hem eyes were clear and shining pools of sweet content. Hem uncle was proud of that high-héld head. He and Edith îight ot alays hit it off. But, by Jove, he was proud of hem. "No, she's not beart-broken," Adclaide's cool tone distumbed his eflections, "lshe is getting hem heurt rncnded." "What do you mean?" "'They are an attractive pair, littie Jane and hem brother. And thc boy bas lost his head." "Over Editb? Oh, well, she plays around with hlm; tberé's nothing serious in it." "Don't be too sure. She's inter- ested." "IWbat makes you insist on that?" irmitably. III know the signs, dear man," the cat seemed to purr, but she bad claws. And it was Adelaide who was ight. Edith had corne to. the knowledge that night of what Baldy meant to hem. As she had entemed the bail- oom men bad' cowded aound hem. "IWhy,"l they dernanded, "do you wear mistletoeï. if you don't want to pay the foitfeit"' 8h. was au in sllverv green. Backed up agaifnst one of the murble pii.lars, she beld tbem of. "«I do want ta pay it, but not to any of you." Hem frankness diverted them. "Who is the lucky man?" "He is bere. But he docsn't know he is lucky." They tbougbt she was joktag. But she was not. And on' the other side of thc marble pillar a page in scarlet listencd, with joy and fea in bis heart. "How fast wc are going. How fast." There was dancing until mid- night, tjen thc curtains at thc end of thc room wcre drawn back, and thc tree was revcaled. It towered to the cciling, a glitter- gorgeous thtag. It was weightcd with gifts for everybody, fantas- tic toys most of thcrn, expensive; rneaningless. Evans, standing back of thc crowd, was aware of the empti- ness of it al Oh, what bad there been thmoughout the cventag to make men tbink of thc Babe wbo bad been born at Bethlehem? The gifts of the Wise Men? Pcmhaps. Gold and frankincense and mrnyrh? One must not judge tao narmowly. It was bard ta keep simplicities in these opulent days. Yct he was bcavy-heartcd, and wben Eloise Harper çharged up VISIT BEL4~ TELEPHONE EXHIBIT AT WORLD'S FAIR Clarence V. Charters, manag- ing diector of the Canadian Weckly Newspapers Association, and Mrs. Charters, of Brampton, Ont., are sbown above tallying their records aftcm e taking the hearimg test in the Bell Telephone Exhibit at the New York World's Pair.. Mm. and Mrs. Charters visit- cd the Pair rccently in cornpany with a large group of Canadian newspapermmn following the as- to him, dressed somewhat scant- foolisb monkey on a stick, âhe ily as a dryad, and banded him a seemed to suggest a heathen sat- umnaia rather than anything Christian and civilized. "A rnonkey for a monk," said Eloise. "Mr. Follette, your cas- sock is frightfully becoming. But you know you are a whited sepul- chre." ..AmI ? "0f course. I'11 bet you neyer say your prayers." Sbc danced away, unconscious that hem word had pierccd him. What eason bcd she to think that any of this meant more to him than to the faith that was withta hlm? And wus it withta hirn? And if not, why? He stood there with bis foolish monkey on bis stick, wbile around bum whiled a laugbing, shrlek- ing crowd. Why, the tbing was a camnival flot a sacred celebration. Was there no way in which he might bear witness? Edith bad asked bim to sing the old ballads, "Dame, get up and bakte your pies," and 'I saw tbree ships a-sailing." Evans was in no rnood for thc dame wbo baked ber pies on Christmas day in the morning, or the pretty girls who whistled and sang - on Christ- mas day in the morning. When ail the gifts had been distributcd the ligbts in the rooni wemc turned out. The only illum- ination was the golden effulgence wbich encircled the tree. In his monk's robe, within that circle of ligbt, Evans seemed a mysterical figure. He seemed, too, appropriately ascetic, witb his gray bair and weary lines of bis old-young face. But bis voice was frcsb nd ca. And the song be sang bush- ed the great oom into silence. "O littie town of Bethlehemj4 How still we sec thee lie, Above thy deep and drearnleso slcep, The sulent stars go by; Yct in thy dak streets shineth, The evcrlasting lUght, The bopes and fears of ail the ycars Are met in tbee tonight."1 He sang as if be were alone in some vast arcbed space, bcncath spires that rcacbed towards . sociation's convention at Niagara LFalls. While in the Bell Telephone Exhibit they also mnspected the other entertaining Meatures, such as Pedro the Voder, the machine that creates synthetic speech; the elong distance cail demonstration, iwhere they listened-mn on caîls to, »various parts of the country; the rVoice .Mirror, where they heard Ltheir own telephone voices; and -the dial demonstration. Heaven, bebind some grille that separated hlm from thc wold. And now it seemed to hirn that be sang not to that crowd of àpturned faces, not to those men and wornen in sbinîng silks and satins, not to Jane who was fa away, but to those others wbo pressed close - bis commades across the Great Divide! So he bad sung to thern ta the bospitai, sitttag up in bis narrow bed - and rnost of thc men wbo had listened werc - gone. As the last words rang out bis audience seemcd to wake with a sigb. Then the ligbts went up. But tbe rnonk bad vanishcd! Evans left word with Baldy that be would go borne on the trol- ley. 'II ar nflt quite up to the supper and ail that. Will you look after Mother?" "0f course. Say, Evans that song was top notcb. Edith wants you ta sing another." "Will you tell ber I ca't I'm sory. But the last time I sang that was for thc fellows - -in France. And it - Éot me - "It got me, too Baldy confided; "made ahl this seem - sifly." It was just before New Year's that Lucy Logan brought a letter for Frcderick Towne to sign, and wben be had ftaisbed sbe said, "Mm. Townc, I'rn sorry, but I'm not going to womk any more. So will you please acccpt my re- signation?" He showed bis surprise. "Wbat's thc matter? Amcn't wc good- enough for you?" "lIt isn't that." She stapped and went on, "I'î gotag te be mur- ied, Mm. Towne." "Murried?" He was at once con- gratulatomy. "'That's a pleasant thlng for you, and I iustn't spoil t by telling you bow bard it is going te be te find someone to take your place." III thlnk if you wlll have Miss Dale? Sbe's rcally véry good." Fmcderick was curlous. What kind of lover had won this quiet Lucy? Pobably soie clcrk or salesman. "IWhat about tbe man? Nice fcllow, I hope-" "'Very nice, Mm. Towne." she flushed, and ber mannér sccmed to forbid further qucstioni.ng. Sbe wcnt away, and be gave orders to the cashier to see that she bad *an increase in the amount of ber final check. "'She will need spme pretty tbings. And when we learn the date we can give hem a present." So on Saturday night Lucy left, and on. the following Monday a card was brought up to Editb Towne. She rcad it. "Lucy Logan? I don't believe I know ber," she said to the maid. "She says she is frorn Mr. Towne's office, and that it is im- portant." "Miss Towne," Lucy said as Editb approached her, "I have resigned from your uncle's office. Did he teil you?" "No. Uncle Fred rarcly speaks about business." With characteristic straightfor- wardness Lucy carne at once to the point. 11 have something I must talk over with you. I don't know whctber I arn doing the wise tbing. But it is the only honest thing." "I can't imagine wbat you can have to say."1 "No Yeu can't. It's this-"2 she Tesitated, then spoke with an ef- fort. "I arn the girl Mr. Simnis is IlAnd-I told hlm h. muet not, Miss Towne." in love with. He wants to corne back and marry me." Editli's fingers caugbt at thc arn of the chair. "Do you mean that it was because of you - that he didn't mary me?" "Yes. He used to corne to thc office when be was in Washing- ton and dictate letters. And wc got in the way of talktag to eacb other. He sccmed ta enjoy it, and he wasn't like some men - wbo are just - silly. And I began to tbink about birn a lot. But I didn't let him Isec iT. And - be told me afterward, be was always think- ing of me. And the morning of y.oum wedding day he carne down ta thc office - to say QGood-bye.' He said he - just baa zo. And- wcll, be let It out that be loved me, and didn't want to marry you. But he said be would bave to go on witb it. And - and I told birn be must not, Miss Towne." Editb stared at hem. "Do you mean that wbat he dld was youm fault?" 'e,"-Lucy's face was white, ".if you want to p ut it that way. I told bu bhe badn't any rigbt ta mnary you if be lovcd me." She hesitatcd, then lifted hem eycs to Edith's with a glance of appeal. "Miss Towne, I wondcr if you are big enougb to believe that it was just because I cared so muçh -and not because of bis moncy?" "You think you love hirn?" she demanded. "I know I do. And you don't. You neyer have. And he didn't love you. Why-if he shoul' d lose every cent tornorrow, and I bad to tramnp the road with him, I'd do it gladly. And you: wouldn't. You wouldn't want bur unless he could give you everythtag you have now, would you? Would you, Miss Towne?" Edith's-sense of justice dlctated her answer. "No," she found her- self uncxpcctedly admitting. "If I had ta tramnp the roads with him, I'd be bored to death." "I thiak he knew that, Miss Towne. He told me that if be dîdn't marry you,' your heart wouldn't be broken. That it Would just hurt your pride." Edith had a moment of hyster- ical mirth. How they had talked her over. Her lover - and her uncle's stenographer! What a tragedy it had been! And wbat a comedy! She leaned forward a littie. Locking hem fingers about hem knecs. "I wisb you'd tell me al about it." So Lucy told the simple story. And in telling it showed herseif so naive, so steadfast, that Edith was aware of an increasing re- spect for the Woman who had taken hem, place ln the heart -of hem lover. She perceived that Lucy bad corne to this interview ta no spiit of triumph. She had dreaded it, but had felt it hem duty. "I thought it would be casier for you if you kriew it before other people did." Edith's forebcad was knitted in a slight frown. "The wholc thing bas been rnost unpleasant," she said. "When are you, gomng to mary hlm?" "I told him on St.> Valcntine's day. It secrcd .- romantic."1 Romance and Del! Edith had a sudden illumination. Why, this what he bad wantcd, and she had given him none of it! She had laughed at hlm - been his good commade. Little Lucy adored him -and had set St. Valentine's day for the weddingl t There was nothing small about Edith Townc. She kncw fineness when she saw it, and she had a feeling of humility in the pre- sence of littie Lucy. "I think it was rny fault as much as Del's," s1le stated. "I should ,never have said 'Yes.' People haven't any right to marmy who feel as we did." "Oh," Lucy said apturously, "how deaz of you to say that. Miss Towne, I always knew you were - big. But I didn't dreani you weme 50 beautiful." Tears wet hem cheeks. "lYou're just - mar- vellous,"l she said, wiping them away. "«No, I arn not." Ecqith's eyes weme on the fire. "Nommally, I arn rather proud and - bateful. If you bad come a week ago-" Hem voioe fell away into silence as she stlll starcd at the f ire. Lucy looked at hem curiously. "A week ago?" Edith noddcd. "Do you like fairy tales? Well, once theme was a princcss. And a page came and sang - under hem wtadow."t The fire purred and cbackled. '«And the princess - liked the song-"1 "Oh," said Lucy, under hem breatb. She stood up. "I can't tell you how tbankful I arn that I came." "You're not going ta mun away yet," Edlth told hem. "I want you to have lunch with me. Upstairs. You must tell me your plans." "I bavcn't any. And I really ougbtn't to stay."; "Wby not? I want you. Please don't say no." So up thcy went, wltb the per- turbed parlor rnaid spcaking through thc tube to the pantry. "Miss Towne wants luncheon for two, Mr. Waldron. In her roomn. Somethlng niice, she says, and plenty of it."1 Little Lucy had never seen such a room as the one to whteh Edith led her. The whole hoiise was, indeed adre alaw YetIt was the atrnosphere wpwh1ch her lover would soon s ound her. She had a feeling alniost of panic. What would she do withe maid like Alice, who was helpng Josephine set up the foldlng-table, spread the snowy cloth, bring in the hot silver dishes? As if Edith divined her thought, <Contlnued on Page 9) -j On. of Englad.outstanlnq miiaybanda asbea lmportedt ..ToBand of Hie ajene' Ryal Marines. Also the fsm.d Dagonhani Girls' Bagpipe Bond. 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