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IE rT RR EE TT TT CEL PORE Er THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, APRIL 11, 192% PAGE ELEVEN The Make-Believe Wife By Kathleen Norris About A Young Girl Who Married Her CHAPTER XXXII Hugh got up from his chair and stood with his back to the fire, his bands in his trousers pockets, There was a pause, during which tley could hear the distant, throb- bing strains of dance music, saxo- phones and drums. y "you know what I'm talking about!" Hugh answered levelly, in a quiet voice. "1 give you my word I haven't the least idea!" Bert stammered, for ing from one face to another fn turn for light. a "you don't have to keep it up, Hugh said, with a faint sneer on his lips. "It's all plain, mow. If u and Beatrice--" He glanced toward her for a second. "If you and Beatrice had only- known how thoroughly I understand," he sald patiently "you might have discussed all this from quite another angle, while you were having tea this af- ternoon, at the Y"~=hington Arms. Bert ,who had been looking mood'y downward, now looked up tarply. 2 "Yes, I knew that," Hugh said wearily. "It's true, isn't it?" he asked, looking at his wife. "Quite," Beatrice admitted even- iy and briefly, after a second's use. ig "And you telephoned him tonight just before we left the house?' Hugh pursued unemotionally. "It wasn't enough to have tea with him," he lashed out, in sudden pas- sion. But instantly he was calm again. "It wasn't enough to have tea with him," he repeated in a voice of forced quiet, "but you tele- ph~ned him just before we left the hause." A "I @id,"" Beotrice said, raising hard, bright, defiant eyes to his. "To tell him that you must see him this evening; that he must come to this party?" Hugh went on. "Whoever your spies are they are very efficient. Hugh." Beatrice ad- mitted, breathing hard. "I have no spies," Hugh told her, in a tired voice. "You were seen at the tearoom, and it was casually mentioned in a conversation--"" "Exactly. I know how casually!" Baatrice said bitterly. with a glance at Aileen, "We saw Mrs. Kavan- augh too," she said icily. "I had no fdea--" Aileen began, chamingly regretful and apologetic. But nobody was listening, Betwean the thrca Challoners the air was thrilling as if to electric currents, and their words rang in the quiet, warm air like pistol shots, "Ag for the telep"~ning,'"" Hugh vas saying, "I tried to get the gar- age, to .findo out why Noon didn't bring the car around, I had gone down to the library, you were up- stairs in your room, and when I took the telephone off the hook 1 heard you talking to some servant at mother's house, and you were asking for Bert." There was a pause; then Beat- rice said scornfully, "Exactly." ' "But, look here--I don't know where you get the dope ahout my knowing something of the plans that were lost," Bert now said hotly. "How do you get that way? Do you think I'd touch your plans!" To this Hugh returned fiercely, "You'd touch my wife! You were- n't too noble--too lofty, for that!" Bert's glance flashed to Beatrice, who sat like 2 woman of stone, her red head held high, her eyes bril- lant, her under lip slightly bitten. She had clasped her white hands against the rich, dark velvet of her lap; they did not stir. "That's a lie!" Bert said very gently. Hugh seemed suddenly to weak- en, to crumple; he had run his hand frantically over his hair, in a gesture entirely unnatural te him, he looked disheveled and demoral- zed. "If it 1s, T apologize to Beatrice," he said, in a bre.thless sort of way, not looking at her or at Bert. "In any case I'm not going to--I'm not gong to stand in your way--"' He made a blind bow toward his son. "In yours, or in hers," he added, with another quite unseeing gesture in Beatrice's direction. "I've thought it out," said Hugh, in the strange throbbing silence that held the room. "She will go west =to her mother and to her sister," he persisted, pronouncing every word formally, and with difficulty; "and I will remain here. You will stay here too for a while, I hope, Bert, for all our sakes, and then whatever arrangement you make will suit me. Paris. New York." He was not loking at any of them. He was talking with a dry mouth and with strange little bows and with averted eyes. Bert, who was on his feet now too, took a quick step toward his father and caught him by the shoulder. Afleen drew a quick little shocked breath and pressed her fingers over her mouth, 'But Beatrice neither mov- ed nor spoke. "I know nothing---nothing of your plans!" Bert said hoarsely. With all of them, he felt horrtied end shocked beyond measure at this scene. And with all of them too he felt a sudden fear for his father's Te"son. Hugh looked in his direction er~'hetically, shrugging. "Then I am very sorry that I suspected you," he said, with that faint sneer jn his voice again, and with his eyes still avoiding his son's eyes. "And now I think I will go home," he said. "Hugh, dear, Bert knows nothing about it, I'm sure!' Atleen now put in, persuasively, "I don't under- g'2nq this whole thing one bit," she Protested. stretching out appealing Eonds. "But this much I do know; Port knew absolutely nothing about the loss of the plans!" They had hardly been listening to ber, Lut now Dert turned a sharp, } Employer. ! almost a suspicious look upon her. "What d'ye mean?" he asked harshly. . "I mean--"" Aileen looked at Bea- trice, and hesitated. "Is it still a secret?" she demanded, dropping her head on one side, her eyes full 'of affection and concern and sym- pathy for them all, as became an old family friend. "I don't quite get you!" Bert said bluntly, "I'm not talking toyeu, my dear. I'm talking to Beatrice," Aileen said, her eyes not moving from Bea- trice's face. "What does eBatrice know about it?" the boy exclaimed. "A good deal, I think," Afleen sald confidently. "I don't understand you," Beat- rice said, swallowing with a dry outh. i "Ah, yes, you do!" Aileen sald gently. "Don't you think that we would all he happier if you told us now?" she asked. "Told you?" Beatrice muttered t avily, stupidly. "Told you what. "Told us why you took those plans that afternoon," Ailéen pur- ued mercilessly. '""'And why you id them in the old barn, down at the Spy T ke cottages." Bert burst into a laugh. "So you were the one!" he said, turning on Aileen scornfully. "You've betrayed yourself now. Yon were the one who took them." Hugh seemed electritied into sud- den life, "Bert, my boy--my boy!" he stammered. "It wasn't you?" "Certainly {it wasn't me!" Bert please, Hugh. Don't you know why 1 stole your plans--"" "Beatrice!" Bert entreated her. She did not seem to hear him. "Why, it was because I was in love with Bert, of course," she said flatly. "I didn't want to go with you to California; I wanted to stay here with Bert. Ien't that simple? We love each other, don't we, Bert?" "Beatrice!" Bert sald again, in a low tone full of pain. . . "Yes, I know!" she assented, slipping her bare hand through his arm. Ravanaush with quite enough of our family troubles," Beatrice 'said formally. "Take me home, Bert, and, as Hugh suggests, I'll go to the house of correction in the morning, and will come home and live with your father and repent--" "Please--"" Hugh muttered, in a dragged, low voice. He had taken the corner of the couch where she had been sitting and had buried his face in his hands and bowed his body forward like a thing bent and buffeted py storm. "Please--"" he said hoarsely. "I'll say good night to Mrs, Lambert, Hugh. Bert's taking me home," Beatrice said in a silence. Her breast was heaving, her cheeks pale, and her eyes flashing. She gave Afleen one level, significant glance, "It all worked out exact- ly as you had hoped it would, didn't it, Aileen?' "she asked. "Good night. Come, Bert," Beatrice added, her voice growing a little faint. She and Bert left the room. "Get me out of here," she said to him in the library. "I will, dear. I will, dear!" he assured her, frightened. "We ought to say good night to Mrs, Lambert--or needn't we?" stam- mered Bert. She gave a frantic little laugh for repl' She was like a person in a fever, hurrying him through the bright rooms, past vaguely moving fr-ms and voices, hurrying him answered impatiently, shaking off h'~ father's hand. "You heard her. She's just admitted it, hasn't she?" "No, I haven't just admited it," Ailen asserted, unruffled. "You knew where they ware, anyway," said Bert. "Yes, I knew where they were, bc-ause I happened to be calling there that afternoon, and they told me that Beatrice hag just gone down to the garden," Alleen said. "I told the maid--it was old Nelly --~--that I'd wait, but I didn't walt, It occurred to me that it might be some time, and so I went out and saw Beatrice, down at the end to the barn, there. v..en, thé shingles and the beams. and I turned back, and walked through the berry garden to the porch and sat down. I thought ~that Hugh told me that his plans had disappenred-----that he was too late for the contest--and then I knew that it must have been those plans that M™-atrice had hidden. But even now," she ended, glanc- i-7 about the circle--*"even now, I don't know what it's all ~hout." "I don't believe you!" Bert said rudely, in a silence. "No, no, th~t's + ~* the exnlana- tion, Aileen," Hugh added, with his tirad smile. "Beatrice? None sence!" "Why, look at her!" Aileen ex- claimed suddenly, pointing at Bea- trice. "Look at her! that's the truth!" Beatrice's face She'll tell you was completly drained of color; her hands were gripped tightly in her lap, Her a~on!zad eyes ignored t:- other two, and 'fixed themselves upon Ilugh's face. "Bee!" he said, in a whisper fill- ed with fear and stupefaction. "It's not true," Bert began an- grilly, loyally. Aileen silenced him with a quick lifteq hand. "Ask her, then, Ask he she triumphed. Bofor- either man could speak Beatrice spoke, her voice coming out hoarse and faint. "Yes, it's true," she said. "I hid them." -- CHAPTER 33 Hugh looked at her quietly, purs- ed his lips, and turned to the fire. Bert caught a quick, audible breath. Aileen rank back against the soft leather curves of the couch, satis- fied. ""Aren't you--aren't you surpris- ed, Hugh?" Beatrice asked him, panting, a little, smiling a desperate little smile, "No, dear, not entirely!" he an- swered without turning. Pity and sorrow were in his face. "Bee," Bert sald, in a sharp un- dertone, 'what possessed you?' She began to laugh a little, a painful and mirthlesg laugh. "Why did I do it?" she said, with the deliberate satisfaction of a de- fiant child, "Why, for love, wouldn't you suppose, Bert? That must have been my motive, mustn't | gid "Don't, Bee!" Hugh said quickly, infinitely distressed by her manner, "Let's go home, now," he urged her anxiously, "and we can talk of these things tomorrow" "While I'm packing to go off to my mother and sister?" she asked, with another disquieting laugh. "Hugh, why don't you send me to a Magdalen asylum? It's so much cheaper!" '"Don't--"" he said, wincing. "We must get home, Bee," he added soothingly. "You're overexcited, and you don't know what you're saying. Tomorrow--" "Don't touch me!" she sald fier- cely as he came nearer. She got to her feet and moved about so that down the great stairway and out in+ to the r70l, fresh autumn night, i still jeweled with raindrops against ithe shaft of light from the door- way. Noon maneuvered the car out from the lines and lines of cars; they were in it; they were speeding home. Even In the car she did not relax, S"~ sat on the edge of the scat, both handg clinging tightly to Bert's big hands, her slim. fragrant body so close that he conld almost feel and hear the rapid beating of har heart, "I'll have to get away, Bert!" of the garden, where the path folks taking the turning I went after her, and by the time I'd reached the fork she was disapeparing into the barn, I called of course, but she didn't hear me, and so I followed, and was just in time to see her, up on some bales of hay, stuffing something in bet- roof It didn't occur to me for days what it was, but it puzzled me there must be some explanation, It was weeks after that--days anyway "You will, dear. Only don't worry about it now--wait unf' y u've 'had a good night's re-* T' »n you can #=r~n~a it." "Do you think" her breath fai' ¢" her--" do you thir™ I can ¢' in his room--that man's room?" "Beatrice, just calm down. Jue wait util you've had time to th" all thig gver--"" "Think it over! Are you ero- Bert, or ani I? D4 you hear wha' he called me? Did you hear what he thought of--of--of us--"" "Bee, he was beside himself--he d"n't know what he was sayin~ dear." "Oh, well, then, believe me," gh sald proud'v, and Bert fancied t* he could see her eyes flash angri' in the dark--"believe me that I' beside myself too, and I do knr what I'm saying." She was silent for a moment, an Bert was conscious of a tremblir hope that the worst was over. Ther she burst out more violently thar before: "Bert, I will have to get out of all this!" "Yes, of course. But you're 'all wrought up, now, Bee--"" She leaned against him wear' , her bare smooth shonldor against his breast, her red, fragrant hair close to h's cheek. tI was the first time that she had yielded, the first might have drawn her sweetness and softness unresisting into his arms; might have found her soft, ex- quisite mouth with his kisses. Sit. ting here, in the rocking car, Bert knew the taste of infinite desolaticn and renunciation, and felt the agony of growth, hard, rending, © his soul, "Bee," he said, at 'the house, "you'll not worry; you'll not think ' any more tonight? Won't you go straight to bed?" "Come in," she said, instead of answering. There was a new brev- ity, a new definiteness and author- ity in her tone. It was as if the girl had suddenly become a woman, He followed her intc the square dimly lighted holl. "Come {in here just a moment, Bert," she said, leading the way into the gloomy magnificent old parlor. She touched a light; there was a soft glow in the room. "Bert, about my going away," Beatrice began, without preamble. He put his hands on her should- ers, brother--fashion, and looked down at her affectionately, concern- edly. "Surely, dear. Tomorrow!" "I cannot stay with him after what he said tonight!" Beatrice said, at white heat. "I'm going away--I don't know where-- not to my mother and sister, I know that. That would drive me wild. Besides, he could find me there, Bert, when this has blown over. If I write you, will you come to see me?" His eyes remained on hers stead- ily for .a long minute without ex- pression, "Bee, I've been an awful fool," he said {rrelevantly in reply. "But I won't do that. he was raging at me--right in the midst of it, it came over me---what and I--I--" He paused. Beatrice had rested Ler clasped hands on his chest; she was studying him with bright, cur- {ous eyes. . "I've got to stand with him," Bert said gruffly, and was still. There was a moment of silence. Little silver wheatears outlined the Bert saw them move breath. Her breast was full and white; there were tendrils of red she was facing them. with her back to the door. "Don't touch me, hair, little chicken feathers, curv- "I think we've regaled Mrs. | ey Her stormy the shadews, ing about her ears. eyes looked black in rather than blue, "It--sort of--came to me," Be:t sald awkwardly, as she did not speak, "'that---if he loved you, as I love you, Bee, and if he--he had had you, for his own, then-----then it's no wonder that he--went crasy tonight!" "That's not love!" youthful and disdainful, "It might be, Bee." "Oh, no, no, not without trust!" she said, tears suddenly in her she sald, es. "It might be, dear," he said again timidly, She shook her head, her lowered eyes averted. / "Then you can't be my friend?" she asked, hurt and proud, looking up. ) Bert smiled down at her. He did not answer, . "But, Bert," she sald forlornly, "it IT don't see you--if I have no way of finding out how--how things are--how Hugh is--" "That's the real rub, isn't it?" he scl, half aloud, watching her, speaking as if he spoke to himself, (To be continued) (Copyright, 1928, by by Kathleen N rris.) ot DUTIES OF EMPIRE CITIZENSHIP TOLD President of Montreal Can- adian Club Gives Address at Ottawa Ottawa, April 11--If Sir John A. Macdonald and the Fathers of Con- federation had been content to sit back and watch the trend of na- tional events, what would have happened to Canada? With this query J. M. Macdonnell, president of the Monteral Canadian Club and the Association of Canddian Clubs, prefaced his address to the Ot- tawa Canadian Club recently. It was the responsibility of every Ca- nadian citizen to watch and lend oa hand to the guiding of the na- tion. For some day, said Mr. Mac- donnell, Canada might be faced with "some formidable or terrify- ing complications" which would in- volve every soul within the Domin- fon to choose his individual course, either of loyalty to the Empire and his country or otherwise. The Canadian Clubs of Canada contributed something tangible to Cunadian nationhood, ' Sixty of the Canadian Clubs of Canada had died between 1914 and 1925. Then they had reawakened. That in itself was a sign of aroused gonsciousness of responsibility. From 53 clubs with a membership of 25,000 the organ- ization had grown in three years to a total of 124 clubs and a mem- bership of 43,000, a good propor- tion of whom were French-Canadi- ans. Here was no narrow nation- alism, he said. The Canadian Club advocated the Confederation pact in terms of the present day. Dual Citizenship Mr. Macdonnell believed that true Canadians, the majority of the citizens of Canada, thought of their nationality in broad terms. They possessed a sort of dual citi- zenship in an Empire and in a Do- minion which a foreigner could not understand. - He believed that they felt, as he felt, that like Sir John Macdonald each thought of him- self. "A British subject I was born, a British subject I will die." But with this broader citizenship came a responsibility together with the advantages essential to it. It depended upon national thought whether or not Canada would grow closer into the bonds of Empire in time or drift apart. But Mr. Macdonnell continued, if the former were the aim of Cana- _|dians it was undignified for them to leave England alone to build the defences of an Empire. Canada must contribute to these defences in some measure to keep her self- respect. She must recognize her responsibility of encouraging inter Imperial trade. Aid Colonization She must lend a helping hand and make a gesture of friendliness and understanding in reply to the most frank signal of distress in England and aid colonization of Canadian soil with' British stock. She must carry her share of the burden of Imperial administration, In short, she must assume respons- ibilities of a son or a daughter come of age. Because sometimes the most in- tangible things were the strongest ties, Mr. Macdonnell was convinced of the value of an interchanging of thought through the medium of ed- ucation, The custom of sending Canadians. to England to attend university, and for English youths to come to Canadian institutions, was desirable, he felt. "I hope we shall think less of the things which separate us," he declared; less of the things which are our own and more of things we have in common with the rest of the Empire--the noble tradi- tions which are a heritage of the race." Canada might well emulate that devotion and sacrifice which an Englishman could give to his native land. The larger citizenship, a citizenship within an Empire, was the larger life. It brought with it at once the highest duty and the highest ambition, GHASTLY APPARATION OF ATHEISM IS SEEN IN EINSTEIN THEORY Boston, Mass., April 11.--Wil- liam, Cardinal O'Connell, dean of the Roman Catholic hierarchy in the United States, believes that behind the Einsteinian speculation 'on space and time there lurks the '"'ghasty apparition of atheism." The Cardinal so expressed him- self here recently in a commun- ion breakfast address, before the New England Province of Cath- olic Clubs of America, in which he stressed the necessity of religious faith and assailed the "pseudo-in- tellectuals." "Why do man and woman who pretend to be intellectual forget the very rudiments of life?" he asked. "What does all this work- ed up enthusiasm about Einstein Healthful Cereal for Hot Breakfast Crisp in piping hot mil and oven: serve with . Delicious-~ t brimful of energy Made by The Canadian Shredded Wheat Company, Ltd. mean? It evidently is worked up, fictitious enthusiasm, because 1 have never yet met a man who understood in the least what Ein- stein is driving at; and I have been so much impressed by this fact that I very seriously doubt that Einstein himself knows really what he is driving at. "Truth is always very clear when seen with a clear eye. The fact that any theory cannot be enunciated and only succeeds in befogging the mind is patent proof that it is not really truth. Befogged Notions "Now, I have my own ideas about the so-called 'theories of Einstein, with his relativity and his utterly befogged notions about space and time. It seems nothing short of an attempt at muddying the waters without perceiving the drift. Innocent students are led away into' a realm of speculative thought, the sole basis of which, so far as I can see is to produc: a universal doubt about God and his creation. "I mean that while I do not wish to accuse Einstein at present of deliberately wishing to destroy the Christian faith and the Christian basis of life I suspect that if we wait a little longer he unquestionably will reveal himn- self in this attitude, In a word, the outcome of this doubt and *be- fogged speculation about time and space is a cloak beneath which lies the ghastly apparition of atheism. "Europe has an old civilization and is used to the sudden appear- ance of fantastic philosophers. 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