The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, December 26, 1930 Page: 3 of 6
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WHAT HAS GQNE BEFORE
Giles Chittenham sets out to make
Julie love him, intending to throw
her qyer.in revenge for the suicide of
his brother, Rodney, whom Julie .has
cast off. He succeeds, but finds that
he ha& fallea dasparately in love with
Julia himself. Then he discoveres
that it was not Jiille Parrot, but a
cousin of the same name, who had
driven his brother to death. But
Giles ip married, to att American girl
•with whom he has not lived with in
a long time. Sadie iinexi etedly'
turns up in London, at a party. Giles
mother's house, but both keep silent
about their, marriage.
Julie,-disillusioned, enters into the
Wild night life of London to try to
drown her anguish. Lawrence, Scho-
f ield wants to .marry her, Lombard,
■who had first introduced her to Chit-
tenham, deniands money from Giles
with the threat that if he is. not paid
he will tell Schofield that Chittenham
and Julie, spent the night together in
the St. Bernard Pass. Later Julie
confesses to Chittenham that she
loves him.
At a spiritual seance at Giles' too-
ther's house Sadie Barrow, his wife,
sudehly goes blind. She calls to hinj
and he responds, revealing the fafct
that she is his wife. Julie, who h|ti
sent Schofield away because of her
love for Schofield, goes home in des-
pair and Chittenham follows her, but
she sends him away and decides to
accept Schofield. She goes to Scho-
field's hotel. He is out, but she leaves
a note;, for him.
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 a-
bout the girl he loves.
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 va-
cant room. Lombard's story was' a
lie. But Julie had, disappeared, :4eav-
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"I'm sorry, Giles. I didn't mean it,
I d<^ try to be reasonable, but if you
were in my place—" Her voice broke
and she controlled it with an effort.
"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 tb .the
woman hie loved,\ He could do noth-
~ " " love
keeping of Julie, who had gone out
Of his life perhaps forever, fife kis-
be
sed Sadie hurriedly, anxious to
gone, but she clung to him.
"Kiss my lips—kiss my lips—1
"Sadie!"
He held back from her for a mo-
ment, then gave way- He kissed her
lips kindly enough, but with no warm
passion and she pushed him from
her petulantly.
"Go away. You don't love me.
You hate being with me."
And a storm of tears came, and
bitter sobbing.
Chittenham went- out to Bim, who
was waiting for him, His face set
and white, and his eyes miserable.
"I can't stand this much longer,"
he told her as they drove away. "It'^
an impossible situation. God wily
knows whit the end will be." But
the whole world knew the end' Wlieri
on Monday morning, after a hopeless
search along the chain of false clues
which .led them nowhere, Bim and
Chittenham returned to town.
.There .was an Urgent telephone call
from Sadie's nursing home. Would
Mr. Chittenham please come imme-
diately. . „
"I'll go with you," Biiri said at
once, and looking at Chittenham's
white face, she hated herself for say-
ing: "Perhaps it's good news. Per-
haps she is recovering her sight."
"I hope so. God knows, I hope
So," Chittenham -answered.
But it was something very differ-
ent. Early that morning, just as it
was getting light, they had found
Sadie'lying on the pavement below
her window—quite dead.
"It must have been an accident—"
they told him fpr his comfort. "She
cause she had once spent
holiday there.
It was only at mid-day when she
"reached tone 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
Wit the width of the sea between
herself and the things from which
in th&l she desired to escape.
She crossed to Ostend by the mid-
day boat and took a cheap ..room in
a cheap little" pension which at any
rate had the merit of great cleanli-
ness. And- there Julie stayed for
a fortnight, sleeping and resting, and
trying to forget.
She never thought of Schofield—it
was to bitter a memory. ;He had
been the feck in hfer sea of distress
to which she had Always unconscious
ly clung, and he had failed her even
as everything else had failed.
And then one morning as she w
walking along by the sea with th<
sun-set light in her face,
his face, it seemed
ly a few days ago she
and talked
must have
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dragged away since she
Silt
Just A Friend
him he must go out of her life.
And Schofield gripped her wrist
with fingers that bruised, as he said
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hoarsely—'Thank
you,"
June managed a laugh.
"Do you know that you
sound sincere?" she taunted him.
'"I was *
imy life.
alone ? I .
you. . .
Julie glanced up the almost desert-
ed sea-front.
"If you have anything to say that
must be said, I hardly think any one
will overhear you. But € am in a
hurry . . Her voice broke angrily.
"Why are you here at all?"
I
serex-' sne lauroeo mm.
never m?re sincere in all
Where can we gd to be
have so much to say to
she me'
"We have been huntipg for you ev-
er since you left London." His
tation was unmistakable; she
feel how his hand shook as he held
♦her wrist.
Julie laughed again.
"We?" she queried.
"Yes—Giles Chittenham and my-
"Giles Chittenham."' The colour
died from her face. "I am indeed
honoured," she said with a bitter},
sneer. V
(TO BE CONTINUED)
ing a note saying she is not coming
back again.
"When I get well I'll start all over
'again and shcrw you, how nice I can
' be," she told him. "You've been so
good to mfr—far better than I ever
deserved. I'll pay you back some day
Giles."
"Get well and strong and I shall
want nothing else," he told-her.
The reports of the specialists were
encouraging. They had every hope,
they said—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
-43adte he-was-going-on- business^— —
She turned impatiently away when
he would have kissed her.
"You treat me like a child. Nobo-
dy would think I am your wife."
Chittjsfikam frowned.
"Dorfi be unreasoiiftble, Sadie. I
cannot spend all my time with you."
Her drawn face blushed. ~ ~ "—
"You would want to if you loved
me," she accused him.
"If you had rather I did not go—"
he beg&n hopelessly; but she broke
in offemledly:
"Oli, go! go! They all say you be-
have like an angel. They air think
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
must have tried to open the window
the nurse had left her alone for a
few minutes—and we think she lost
her balance. Last night she was
quite cheerful and hopeful, and look-
ing forward to seeing you today. We
are sure it must have been an acci-
dent." ; • ■ -£: V
Chittenham made no reply, arid
presently Bim drew the nurse aside
to whisper: "Would she ... do you
think she would ever have recovered
her sight?'' ' —
There was a little silence before
the answer came.
"The doctors were hopeful—but,"
the nurse shook her head. "I don't
think Mrs. Chittenham herself ever
had any real hope."
Bim walked to the window and
looked out. The suff^was shining,
and the air was soft and warm. $he
dosecLher own gyps and tried to ima-
gine what Sadie had suffered. To
be blind! Never to see the sunlight
or the flowers, or a beloved face.
She turned and crossed the room
to Chittenham. She understood so
.wgll. whatjbte 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
overwhelming relief.
She slipped a hand into his. •
At any rate, whereever &he is, she
can see the sunshine again."
. There had been no definite plan in
Julie's mind when she ran away from
London.
She had no idea Where she meant
to go, but she had taken a ticket to
Folkestone because it was the first
place that occured to her, and be-
OUR PRIVILEGE
To lend a helpful hand to all progressive enter-
prises and movements in this community through
out the balance of the year, so is it
Our Good Pleasure
now that the happy Yyletide has rolled around,
to wish for you, your kindred and friends a most
happy holiday season.
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Christmas of their lives and a
New Year rich in service, in
happiness, and abounding in
prosperity.
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Often we' wish that we could gather all our friends together
and talk to .them out of our very heajrts of the appreciation
to feel for thehr ibyaM^ tb Us since we have been in
businWs. ®ut since w« cannot
pleasure ill sending
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reach each of yon.
HOPE he reads this ad. That's'the
only way he'll know I'd rather have
a Tiffin Model Magic Chef Gas
Range than anything else In the
world. He thinks all I like are dainty things to
Wear and would never believe I actually prefer a stove for
Christmas. But what a stove!
This Tiffin is the most enchanting thing I've seen for years*
It is to the kitchen what a grand piano Is to the living room—
a real mark of distinction. Sd compact, so colorful, so unusual;
every woman falls in love with it at first sight. And all my
friends who have them say they're perfect bakers.
I've always wanted a stove with a Red Wheel Oven Heat
Regulator. I'm tired spending hours needlessly fretting in the
kitchen* The Tiffin has a Red Wheel and every other modem*
improvement tomake it easy to eook
the kind of meals people praise.
like other women, I prefer a gift I can
share with the family, and we'd ail
enjoy the advantages of
this wonderful, new gas
rrnge. The price of the
Tiffin is almost unbe-
lievable—it's so low.
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surprise me and have one
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Curry, W. M. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 22, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, December 26, 1930, newspaper, December 26, 1930; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth242889/m1/3/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.