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/ Canada's Favourite 1 ea «éaliJMsiii g'VTHBSSI etsumsm «™ S07 TEÆ, "BELOVED CASTAWAY By MARTHA BANNING THOMAS #/ CHAPTER I Karen Chase sat on her steamer trunk and used a packing case for a desk. An addressed envelope and some loose sheets of paper lay on the rough top. The dismantled house was chill. Over in one corner of the room, the black bulk of a grand piano looked forlorn and strangely out of place. Tomorrow, the movers would come to take it away. And the money Karen had received for it would pay for her long journey ahead. She drew a sheet of paper toward her and began to write ; Mrs. Masters: You are a vicious, dishonorable woman. You deliberately deliberately destroyed my father's fortune fortune and reputation. My mother died of unhappiness. I hope you'll grow to be poor and forgotten . . . /Abruptly, Karen threw down her pen and stood up. "Letters are weak. I'll take this to her myself." She drew on a coat, and went out into the night. She walked quickly. What would people think about her leaving? Not that she was now in the least important to Two Rivers, However, However, she would never know what people people thought, nor care. After a while, she reached a flagged walk that led to a large, substantial house. Part way up the walk, she halted. The pungent smell of boxwood. boxwood. . . Her father had set out the plants . . . her mother had loved and cherished them. The peculiar odor was the essence of the place -- the Lanyard Chase place. A queer shaking' seized Karen. Up the broad steps and across the porch. It must be a nightmare . , . this knocking knocking for admission at the door of her own home. In a moment, the door opened, and Norah stood there, in neat black-and- white. Their Norah. "Why, Miss Karen ! " The maid stepped backward in confusion. "Is Mrs. Masters in?" , Noraii nodded. Karen stepped past Norah into the hall, and parted the heavy portieres at the wide doorway of the living room. Seated in a deep chair, reading, was a woman. Her profile, bent over a book, yas like an Indian's--straight nose, straight lips and straight black hair. Karen walked into the room. "It's Karen Chase, Mrs. Masters." The woman quickly rose. "What can you mean--walking into into my house like this ! " Her small BABY'S OWN SOAP- J3cit t/cu and ho Issue Mo. 37--'37 B--2 greenish eyes, crafty and clever, blazed blazed at Karen. "I'm leaving Two Rivers tonight," said the girl. "I'm never coming back. But before I go, I want to tell you exactly exactly what I think of you!" Mrs. Masters took a step forward. "You unspeakable chit!" Karen laughted. "All this silly show of affront means nothing to me." She paused. "I've been over my father's files, and his letters, and I'm saying straight to your face that you're a liar and a chéat!" Mrs. Masters, hands clenched, made a rush for her. Karen smiled. "I found so much in Father's papers. So much that explains explains you, and our life these last few years. But I can't fight you through the law." Karen glanced about the familiar room. She took a long breath. "Do you enjoy living in our house?"' she inquired. Mrs. Masters rustled with rage. "Your father was a fool! He lost this house as he lost everything else --through his stupidity!" Karen shook tier head. "You see ... I know all about Lemuel Flane and that note of his for twenty thousand. thousand. How you engineered the borrowing. borrowing. You took an enormous amount of trouble to hurt us all, didn't you-- because my father did not love and marry you ! " Mrs. Master's face was ashen. "You're lying!" "No. Wasn't your clever scheme something like this? Several years ago, you asked your shiftless, worthless worthless cousin, Lemuel Flane, to borrow twenty thousand dollars from you. You then concocted a story for Lemuel Lemuel to tell my father. He could only borrow this money from you on condition condition that my father endorsed the note. That was the first step in your plan, wasn't it? ■ "Lemuel put on a good act. He said -'ou were a hard woman, that he'd be ruined unless he got this money at once. My mother, however, was not a hard woman. It seemed a little thing, to endorse a note for a friend in need. And so, because my mother urged it (though Father was a bit wary, I believe), Lemuel was successful successful In obtaining my father's signature on his note. He received the twenty thousand from you. Then-he spent his money as fast as he could throw it away. "After a few years, your time came. You pressed Lemuel for the full amount of his note--already far overdue. overdue. Father had to make it good, It would not seriously have crippled him in the old days, but you deliberately picked the worst slump after the crash. You were adamant. Father sold good stocks at a terrible loss. Even this house went. Out of the wreck, we barely saved enough on which to scrimp along in a shabby house in a shabby part of town." Mrs. Masters controlled her anger. "And just what do you propose to do about it?" "Nothing--except to say to your face that you ar@ a dishonorable woman." woman." ' "Get out of this room ! " screamed Mrs.. Masters. Karen laughed. "Such a very clever person! Through an agent, you yourself yourself bought this house. The most vicious circle that could be imagined. You, a flouted, jealous girl of the past, now in full possession of the house, the money, the position my family had occupied! How you must have triumphed triumphed ! "A big house for one person to. rattle rattle around in, isn't it? I've heard you have a son who's not been home in years--who lives abroad preferably. I hope each day you live will be more bitter than the last . . . until you die. Good-night, Mrs. Masters!" Karen had taken a few steps toward toward the hall door when a rustle of silk caused her to turn quickly. Mrs. Masters was very close. Her hand closed on Karen's wrist. "Don't be so lofty about leaving Two Rivers, you little fool! If you go away, Karen Chase, you can never come back. Never, for if you do, I'll make a special point of seeing that the truth comes out. Why, you poor, pitiful nonentity, you'd never be allowed allowed to come back! " Karen stared at her, fascinated. Mrs. Masters smiled. "You are not your father's child, but Lemuel Flane's. Your mother deceived the high-minded Lanyard Chase when she married him. That's why she was so urgent that your father sign Lemuel's note. Can't you see it all now ? She was afraid that, if he didn't, Lemuel, who cared nothing for his own reputation, reputation, might spread the scandal through the town. So my advice to . you is to leave and stay away forever!" forever!" Karen was stunned -- crushed beyond beyond any further retort. Mechanically, she turned and left the room--left the house. In a short while, she was aboard the train that would carry her to that distant port where she would take ship for Mickle Bay. A three-day ocean voyage. Another short water trip. Then, Smoke Mountain -- her choice of a remote, rugged place in which to forget . . . (TO BE CONTINUED) Work Provided For 750 More $300,000.00 Construction in Leamington Leamington and Delhi Districts Will Mean Employment of 2,100 Tobacco Workers. Good news for seasonal tobacco •workers and their families in the vicinity vicinity of Delhi and Leamington, Ont., is provided in an announcement this week by the Imperial Leaf Tobacco Company of Canada, Limited. New construction costing in the neighbourhood neighbourhood of $300,000.00, now under way at these two points, will provide work for as many as 2,100 employees, which is 759 more than formerly employed --the exact number depending upon the size of this year's tobacco crop-- and will result in better working conditions conditions and improved facilities for the handling and storage of tobacco after it is received from the growers. A new three storey building 88' x 142' is being constructed at Delhi. It will be of reinforced concrete throughout, throughout, and the upper floor will have glass bricks in place of windows. Through their northern exposure will come an even and abundant distribution distribution of the precious north light, so coveted by artists and all those who work in colours, to insure greater precision precision and uniformity in the selection of the different colours and grades of tobaccos. 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