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Show O Thesc "Thrce ovcs U Jb by Louis Arthur Cunningham fore her eyesi "5::::i "An emerald!" She e enraptured "i )ov faz at it love it!" ' s'iiioii "I'll Pt it on your fint, and kiss you and think v n' other step nearer to 1,P, U ri a-me." a-me." "elngis , She drew back. "iw . tomorrow, Simon. d0 Slt U!1UI waiting until then? It's-ii?. mind that today I don't " iust "Why, what is it Qiir you know I could not setT U fore, but you also know iV!?8" heart on it. I want to see I it. Still, you must have JouVVear sons. I'll submit. But I'll rea' kiss." 1 11 have the "As many as you want sin, love you." ' ilran. 1 (To Be Continued) say that. It was air age for me, too And you did miss me Simon had no chance to continue con-tinue until they were seated in the taxi. -I thought there'd be a wire from you, Gillian. Did you go through Jaffry's manuscripts? -yes yes, Simon. I I'm afraid there, 'i told you not to build so much on the hope that there would be a masterpiece, because I Simon was frowning, his lower lip caught in his teeth. This had been a 'blow to him. "I I can t understand it," he said at last. I had hoped so much " "I know, Simon. I'm sorry. But but there are other things. There will be other books, greater ones. And you have enough of Jaff's material anyway for a couple cou-ple of volumes. They should do well." ..yes well, we'll have to be content with that. You're all that matters to me, Gillian. Oh, I forgot." for-got." He fished in his waistcoat pocket. "The most important thing and I forgot it." He brought out a cream-colored box and opened it and held it be- had three lovers, Jaff, Jon, and Simon. Si-mon. Sounds like a riddle, doesn t it' Jaff is dead, Jon is done rltl there's only Simon. It is a riddle. Anse it's a peach of a riddle. She said good-night then and kissed kiss-ed him and went to bed. -t the Printery there was a telegram tele-gram from Simon. The success ot nis negotiations with the book club officials had more than. come up to expectations. He would be back in Montreal at five that afternoon. af-ternoon. Would she meet him at the airport? And there was love for her. Gillian could find little happiness happi-ness in the day. She had so often to pass that locked cupboard where, deep hidden beneath the reams of musty paper, there lay the story that Jaffry Clay had left. In the joy of seeing Simon, tall and smiling, his eyes searching the crowd for her, she forgot her troubles. He held her close to him, and laughing, crying, she clung to him and said, "Oh, Simon, it's been so long!" I "Darling! I was hoping you'd may send ten thousand after them and ten thousand after them!" "Publisher's dream," grinned Simon. "Just the same, I feel we are going to do well. What we want is a book a big book and I have an idea that we'll find it among the writing Jaffry left behind be-hind him." The day the wooden box came from Jaffry's aunt, Gillian and Simon Si-mon were downstairs in the reception recep-tion room. "It's come at last. Think of it, Gil, that box may be worth its weight in gold, yes, many times over." Simon was telling the men to take it upstairs and put it in his office. A messenger boy came in and handed him a telegram. He glanced at it and turned to Gillian Gil-lian with a bright wonder and triumph in his eyes. "We've done it! It's the book of the month, Gillian! 'Westward the Tide.' They're wild about it. I have to go to New York at once. I'll fly. You'll come with me. We'll be married there or here or anywhere. any-where. Come on, Gillian, what are you waiting for? Darling, don't you see " "Simon!" She saw him through a mist of tears. "Wait, Simon. I can't, mean we'd better wait until un-til you come back. There'll be so many things for you to do in New York. I want a honeymoon, not a business trip." H.AlTKIt VIII I Synopsis I '-:t ii t i In I (illliun Mud, niece of Colonel Anxelni Meade, wish-In wish-In to restore the rapidly dwln-' dwln-' (lling family fortune uiul to pro vide for her sister, Deborah, promises prom-ises to marry wealthy Jon Hillyer. Then she meets Simon KilllgTCvt', best friend of the lute Jaffry Clay, young poet to whom Gillian hud been engaged. At first. Simon blames Gillian for .Inffry's death; later falls in love with her and Gillian with him. When Gillian Koes t Montreal to buy her trousseau trous-seau she and Simon meet and make wedding plans. Inter Gillian Gil-lian keeps a dinner appointment with Jon. o Jon and Gillian walked into the lounge and Jon ordered vermouth. He turned to her, unsmiling, and nai(l, "Let's have It, Gillian." I "It's so hard to tell you, Jon. I I can't marry you. I love Simon Killigrew." He said nothing. He picked up his glass and held it out to her. "Your health, Gillian -and your happiness, my darling." "Jon!" Her mouth trembled. "You don't despise nie too much?" He shook his head, looked into his glass. "I don't change, Gillian Gil-lian where you are concerned." They went into the great dining room anil sat at a table by the wall. "When do you plan to be married?" mar-ried?" "I think we must wait awhile. Simon has so much work ahead of him. And I want to work, to begin to justify my existence. Simon wants it, I know." "He would, naturally. Killigrew Killi-grew will make out all right. With you beside him I don't see how he could fail." Jon drove Gillian to the station. He said, as they came in sight of the station, "I hate to think that this is the end, Gillian. It hurts so much to let you go." They had come to the station now. He drew her to him and looked look-ed long into her eyes, as if that gazing must serve him for the rest of his days. He kissed her then and touched her hair. She did not speak. She could not. She hurried into the station, almost stumbling, bumping into Simon and Deborah before she knew them. "It's it's done," she said. "It was hard." Simon pressed her hand. "It's time for the train, Gillian." Gil-lian." Deborah walked on ahead. Simon's kiss was one of love and possession and promise. She said, "It's all right with Jon if I go to work with you, Simon. He thought it was rather a good idea. I'm going to talk to Anse about it. I'll see you very soon." She followed Deborah into the train. Under the bright stars they walked up the lane from the bus. In the dark mass of Rydal House only one light burned, Anse's green shaded lamp in the library. They walked quietly in on him. Deborah saluted briskly: "I have to report, Brigadier, that the last battle is won and thewhole campaign cam-paign is a howling success. The enemy capitulated this afternoon. Anyway, Anse, she's told Jon Hillyer Hill-yer it's all off and advised Simon it's all on." "My dear Gillian. I feel this is the greatest victory ever won. I'll have a whiskey and soda to cele- desk, drew out the manuscript and laid it on the blotting pad. Without stopping, she read on and on. Slowly in that room she began to vision the swift destruction of something that had been noble and good, something godlike and splendid. splen-did. Almost she could see Simon Killigrew's face, see the pain, the disillusionment, the horror, and she knew thaTJ- he would never completely recover from these things. Something would go out of life forever, after he read these pages. "He shan't read them," she said softly, tonelessly, evenly. "He shall never see them. I am the only one now who knows they ever existed. Simon will never know!" She moved quickly now, in a panic. She could not bear to look for a moment longer at that sad and damning record that Jaffry Clay had left. She had to put it out of sight, hide it, destroy it, and forever after pretend that it had never been. But she was afraid. Perhaps the book would be a tremendous success, suc-cess, perhaps it would be a sensation sensa-tion in fact, she was pretty sure it would be. She hurriedly put out the lights and left the building. She was sitting with the half-empty half-empty teacup when Anse came in with a load of books. . "Here," he said, "is something . . . Why, my dear, you look tired unto death. What kept you so late?" She moved her shoulders as if shaking off. some oppressive weight, then stood up and walked to the window and gazed out on the lights of the city. She said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Anse. Don't think, I'm unhappy. I'm not. Certainly not on my own account. This is just something. It will pass. When Simon comes back we are going to be married. I am going go-ing to call Deb tomorrow and tell her to come and help me buy my trousseau. This time I'm going to buy it." She turned from the window. "They say the third time does it eh, Anse?" She laughed softly. "I "Perhaps you're right, Gillian. I can speed things up down there. I can be back tomorrow and and you will be here waiting for me and oh, it's hard to realize " "I'm still trying, Simon. But you had better get going, my dear. You have only a little time." "Dash it! And I must leave poor Jaffry's stuff till I get back. I tell you, you dig into it and look it over and wire me if there's anything there, anything big!" "You you really want me to open the box?" "You're my partner, aren't you?" He tilted her chin and kissed kiss-ed her gravely on the tip of the nose. "Of course I do." She rode to the airport with Simon. "I'm so proud, Simon," she said, her eyes never leaving his face. "Proud and happy to think you've done it." "We've done it, you mean. It was your being there always at my side that pushed me along. I couldn't have brought it off without with-out you. It means our happiness. When I come back " 1 "I'll be waiting, Simon." It was later afternoon when Gillian Gil-lian returned to the office. With something in her heart that was more than a prayer, she went up to Simon's room. "There's nothing nothing of what I feared," she assured herself her-self eagerly as the box swiftly emptied. I might have known he would not Oh!" It was the last thing in the box. A large manlla envelope, sealed and labeled in bold writing 'Journal of My Loves," and dated i few weeks before the day of his Jeath. Gillian stared at it, put out her hand, drew that hand back. "I can't," she whispered. "I :an't and yet I must." She picked pick-ed up the envelope and" tore it Dpen. She carried it to Simon's brate." "That's good, because you need to be prepared for a shock: I'm going to work I'm going to take a job in the publishing house with Simon Killigrew." "Gillian! That's splendid. That means you'll be going to Montreal to live. And. Deborah will be at that laities' seminary for another year, and I " he shook his head. "Look here, I can't stay at Rydal alone. You know I have a chance to rent the place." "Consider it done, Anse," said Gillian, and Deborah nodded her consent. Each morning at nine o'clock Gillian went to the printery. Simon Si-mon would be waiting for her. Simon's Si-mon's good morning kiss would begin be-gin the day just as Anse's goodnight good-night kiss would end it. But after that kiss, they were ery businesslike. Simon, while waiting for the delivery of Jaffry Jaff-ry Clay's manuscripts, had lined jp several novels and a number of mildren's books. So many things :o do that it seemed each day should have a few extra hours. "But we're getting there," said ' 5imon when the first novel had ' come off the press. "What a :hrill!" "Like sending out little ships 1 311 the sea, Isn't It, Simon? You wonder how many will make port. Dh, I hope they all do. I hope we |