The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1941-05-15
CHAPTER Nv
Synopsis

Meade lives with her uncle, Colo
mel Meade, at Rydal House, in
Eastern Canada. Realizing that
the family fortunes are disappear
ing, Gillian makes up her mind to
accept wealthy Jonathan Hillyer,
and save the old house, as well as
provide for her seventeen-year-
old sister, Deborah. She meets ST.
mon Killigrew, best friend of Jaf-
fry Clay, to whom Gillian was
once engaged. Simon blames her
for Jaffry's death. Driving with
Jon to a week end party at his
house, Jon tells Gillian that ST.
mon is looking for financing to
publish Jaffry's poetry, and asks
her advice. She urges him to adj
vance the money.
cit sunds heavenly, JON" She
looked at him. Square, stubborn
chin, strong mouth, blunt nose. A
fighters face. Strength in his
wide shoulders, in the great hands
that held the wheel. Life with
him would be good-a sheltered,
easy, colorful life. He had great
house in Westmount, the grand
place at Lac St.-Cloud, where
they were going.
She closed her heart to the
voice of Anselm saying, do you
love him?" Love was cheat and
a delusion. She would have no
more of love that made one move
in a world of dreams, a realm
that had no reality beyond the
lover and the loved.
Jon Hillyer loved her. Jon
didn't care what anyone thought
of her, and Jon was a man. Per-
haps, she unused cynically, he Will
refuse to take any help from Jon
when he finds out that I am to
be joins wife. But I wonder!
What would he think if he knew
Jon had asked me whether or
not he should put his money into
this venture? Oh, suppose he'd
say it was only gesture on my
part-my telling Jon to back the
publication of Jaffry Clay's work.
Only a gesture of perhaps some
thing of atonement. Trying to
throw SOD to my soul for what
I did-What ! did
It was dusk when Jon and Gil.
liam drove through the village OF
St.-Cloud, high in the Laurentlan
Hills. The lodge was on the shore
of a lake, a mile beyond the III
tie town that clustered around the
high white steeple of the church.
In a field on the outskirts OF ST
Cloud. men were at work build
ing booths and erecting tents.
"They're having a fair on Mon :,
day. They hold one every year,
Jon told her. pretty good horse
show, too; and excellent live stock
exhibits. Well take 1t IN. love
fairs, don't you, Gillian"
"Pink lemonade and popcorn
sticky fingers and dust in your
ears-I should say so. I'd love IT,
JON"
They drove through the pine
woods to the lodge. Lights shone
from it's windows and the music
of a radio tinkled out to them as
niazza. The smell of wood smoke,
pungent as incense, drifted down
from the low chimneys, a man
servant hurried down the steps
tn greet them and there were
halls from a half-dozen people
sitting on the porch. Gillian knew
them all. Everyone knew she hao
onlv to say the word and she
would be joins wife.
She looked in vain for SIMON
Killigrew. She felt relieved that
he had not yet come. She spoke
briefly to the other guests ana
went up to her room. .,
The fawn-colored tweed suit
she had worn was discarded TOR
a dress of pale green, that re-
vealed the slender beauty OF her
long-limbed body, that was foil
for the golden halo of her halr
and the deep blue of her eyes:
Jon was at her door when she
opened it, his hand poised to
knock. He stepped back, studied
her with a smile adoring and pos
sessive. He shook his head slowly
and there was reverent look IN
his eyes, humble look: $50 much
of beauty" he said. II think each
time I see you, she can never
look any lovelier."
Gillian co1ored. "You spoil me,
JON"
eff so, my darling, I shall con-
tinue the process as long as l live
since it makes you blush so pref
tily."
"I didn't know I could blush
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