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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1938-10-5, Page 2teetweetteeett THE BRUSSELS POST WEDNESDAY, OCT Dlt 0(11 3.938 ANNOUNCING Another New Thrilling Romantic Story Read It Now Don't Miss It St arting This Week ENTITLED A Girl CHAPTER I, Hard Times, drift By Peter Munday Midnight! As Big Ben tolled the hour in solemn. strokes, Pamela Cum- mings leaned against the ;parapet of Vauxhall Bridge and stared down at the reflection of the lltwbank• meat lights in the water. She drew her thin coat more closely around her, shivering a Tittle in the keen air. At the last stroke of the great bell trembled away into silence, the words of an old song came into bee mind, and her lips wreathed themselves in a hitter smile. "Big Ben rolls on, as in the days gone by. He tells how quickly golden mo- ments fly What cares he if hours are spent in rain Or sad dell care feeds on heart and brain- Tbe sleeping world, the woes and bad pointed out. Pam was, four almost resentful of the well -meant weeks overdue with her rent, and offers at bele from friends in the there was a young fellow wanted vi.lage, and elle had sold the furni- the room --a steady young fellow in ture sad books, and with the small a good job, and well, cash was dash amount of capital thus realised, had these days- come to London to seek work. So Pam had packed her few be- it had not tekenheer l ng to learn t sed thee longings into her trunk, and strap- that for every post advertised all e ped It up, leaving it with the land-, were hundreds of applicants bet - lady against the tune when she ter qualified than she was could pay her arrears. I An now she had twopence in her and with a few necessities in a purse and not even a place in which small attache case, had left the to sleep. house. 1 What did one do in such circum- stances?' She reflected that it was She had spent the rest of the day not only in business that experience in making another round a the was necessary -apparently one eangtloymet agencies. Catching a ! needed experience in. the various glimpse of herself in a mirror in a ways of going unden shop window, she had stopped, and A belated taxi lumbered across surveyed herself with critical eyes. I the bridge, and occasionally a IorrY Her coat was shabby, her beret had would trundle along Millbank, seen better days, her shoes were ! bound far the country. She raised going over at the heels, and her ! her head and looked at the string of gloves were so split that she had to ; lights sieuhg along the Embank - keep her fingers tightly curled into ment like a fiery necklace, and she the palate of her hands, ; felt she hated London with a deadly Even had she been well dressed soul -seating hatred. Hated it for a. spirit crushing, soulless octupus which straddled across the lives of its people, so that ia self defence they became encased in an armour of selfishness through which it was impossible to break. Big on ,struck the half-hour. With a fierce gesture, Pam brushed away the tears that clung to her eyelashes'. Her sense of ]rumour, came to her aid, however, and her seventeen, but an intimate knew - lips wreathed in a whimsical, ledge of the history of the Twelfth smile. Dynasty, and the machinations' of , "That don't do," she murmured. Ammon -Ra, were no raconrmenda- „Getting sorry for yourself isn't. tion for a position in a city office. going to help. 'You're getting a jaundice outlook, on girl—" joys of men,she knew how slender were her Affect not the heart of the great chances. It had not taken her Big Ben!" long to discover that in an over - IL wasn' only Big Ben she reflect- crowded glabour :market no one ed, :Cabot' care. She looked down wanted a country -born girl, brought at the water lapping sensuous-ly up by a scholarly father to prefer at the piles of the bridge, and a good books and learning to the cold sensation crept along her it more munlane accompiiihments of spine. Wee it to be that! Every comlercial life, Pamela had acted as natural instinct in her revolted at her father's secretary since she was tate thought, yet -'.chat was the al- ternative? She must eat. As it was; she had been practically teaming for three weeps now, Her terms at the boardhtg-house in Camberwell Her ideas had undergone acme where she had been living did not startling changes since her father's include dinner or tea, and the one death six months. previously. 13e- lean rasher of bacon, or the soli- gond the furniture in the cottage in which they had lived, Pam dis- crryerrd that the eminent archaelo gist, po rt'eeeel °thing, such money as he had earned having been pet bark into further research work. Her mother had died wben else wee still a baby, and as far as Pam knew, she was without a relative in the world. At fl.st, bar pride had made her tory egg that constituted her break - fact was not much upon which to sn,:ein life. Not the life of a healthy girl of twenty-two, at any rate, And now even that had ceased. She ecnid t't blame Minis hlorg;an, who, when all was said and done, was reat!y a kindhearted person, She,had in live as well, As she With sadden resolution, she pick- ed up her case and crossed the bridge in the dh•ection of Vauxhall Station. The wafting -room would he open, and there might even be a fire. At the etal if the. bridge, and al - meet under the abelter of the huge rimiv,ay. aret a "fall -up' coffee -stall• t tegi •. Le, '-ye, The thought of a `••'t: etre et.male her catch her brea',-ra,f ar.d uiniest unoonscious- Sir Edward Beatty Becomes Freeman of Cranbrook irM lih.en Sir Edward Beatty, OB.I+I,, K,C., DWI., chair- man and president of the Cana- dian Pacific Railway, attended Cranbrook's Pioneer Reunion, Fri, day, September 9, he received the freedota of the city and heard himself extolled as en outstand- ing Canadian and heat( of the company which '40 years ago forged the Crewe' Nest Pass link of its great railway system into the rich Kootenay country, Sir Edward is seen receiving it silver tray commemorating the occasion, from Mayor T. M. Roberts. On Sir Edward's left is Judge G. I3, Thompson who swore him in as a freeman of the bustling hast Kootenay City. Ross H. McMaster, of Montreal, director of the Cane-- died ana-diad Pacific Railway, is at the ex - trema left of the picture. This, the third ceremony of its kind In which. Sir Edward has participated, Saint John aid Vancouver having pre- viously conferred the freedom of their cities, was a taint tribute to Sir isdwerd and to the pioneers of the road, many of whom were present to aee the brilliant cere- mony and,te bear their own work of lour dacadea age pralsed, ly (ler footsteps turned lit the dinned tion of the flawing napthe Iigh't. Site paused a moment, biting stet' I tip. A cup of coffee cost twonence and. ate had twopetlne in her purse. la Frani of the Counter, two lorry - drivers, Stood eating hot pies, at the sante time exvliitnging a runt Mug are of chaff with the stall at, tondent, to whom they were well known, Pamclla slippel behind the eauvate findsheot, and stood at the end furthest from, the two then, The smell :of tete hot pies almost made' her faint, and for a moment the' lights whirled around her in. a mad dance. Then they steadied again as she realised the attendant was asking for her order, "A --cup of coffee, please," she 'requested. The man gave her at sheeted glance, and filling a cup' young mita, wearing a heavy overt front the urn behind him, placed it coat and a muffler, got out. Pam in front of her, pushing the sugar surmised evening dress beneath the bowl in her direction at the game' coat before sire saw the patent time, As Pam raised the cup to leather &hoes. The newcomer her Plps, he turned back to the came up to the stall and ordered other men, and leaning across. the ti coffee. When he put his band into counter, continued his coversation. (Hist pocket, be brought out a handful in a lower tone of voice, e1 silver, from which be selected Pam claeltel the cup tightly be- the neeessarf coins to pay for it .ween her shaking fingers, holding Pam looked at the money, and then then pressed hard against the at the face of its owner. In a' china to got sufficient warmth intohazy way, she notice( be was not her hands to allow her to lift the I exactly handsome, but that he had a cup without spiting a drop of its dependable face, with strength in precious contents. The lorry every line of the clean-cut jaw and, drivers finished their meal and dep- t steady mouth, ¢lis eyes were a arted, and Paan was left alone. Sher peoniiar, frosty blue, and what she took another drink of the coffee. could see .of his hair beneath the striving to get the last ounce of dark hat, teas' Pair, He half turned waranth and comfort from it, pro- towards her_, and she shrank back longing to the last possible moment I against the canvas, afraid he was the time when there would be going to speak. nothing left in the cup. .She closed If he was, he thought better of it, her eyes wearily, and leaned back i and stood again with his back to - against the pole behind her. Then. ' she put the cup down, and opening her eyes; looked up to find the attendant watching her, the anon would say when she told,• hien that she batt no money to pay for 11, What wool! he do? Cite (tet' in ehaige? M any rate she would have somewhere to sleep --hut was evntethinf;. She shuddered ae she realised the enormity of the thing she hal done, and knew at the same time, that she would do it again in 'similar circumstances. et waseee tate amount involved. !Lt was' the .fact that she, Pamela ,Ctimmtingse had sunk ao low that the thought of a night in a police cell was actually welcome But then, she reflected; a bitter night, with nowhere to go, and a hunger that was like a Physi- cal pain, was apt to atter one's' point of view, A small, low -hung racing car drew up at the curb, and a tall wards the street, drinking his coffee. The momentary respite over, the Actig almost without volition, a attendant, came up to Pam, and "field prey to an ayermastering tempta- out his hand for her money. She fumbled M her bag, and took out tion, Pam caught his eye. the two coppers which she placed "t would like a 'pie," she said on the counter Raising her head, with deliberate calmness. A hot she tried to meet his gaze defiantly, one, please— but the wave of colour that flooded When the pie came, ,Pam com-her cheeks and neck made her at- mencecl to eat it, wondering what tempt a poor one. If only the man cil=SNAPSHOT CUIL Photographing Home Made Hollywood Miniature 'Sets' This was not photographed In the wilderness but on a table top in the home of an amateur photographer. The "take" is a mirror. As ALMOST every motion Pic- ture goer knows, the Hollywood ltudios are continually fooling us these days with scenes photo- graphed in miniature, such as a vil- lage street, a castle in Spain, a rural winter snow scene, a ship at sea, an airplane wreck and what net else. So cleverly are these miniature "sets" designed and photographed that in the picture their lack of re- ality defies detection, and when we Ire let in on the secret, we do not hind at all. Indeed we admire the achievement. }lave you ever tried creating miniature scenes yourself and photographing them with your own camera? It's fun. Depending upon your skill, artistic ability and the materials you employ, you may construct and photograph miniature sets in your own home that will rival the semblance of reality achieved in Hollywood; or, if you prefer, you may creat scenes of fantasy, comedy or burlesque to compare with a "shot" in an animat- ed cartoon, Por a "still" camera, this is really nothing else than tabletop photog- raphy, such as has long been prac- ticed by amateurs, but which now is photographically much (taeter fol' the amateur than it used to be, be- cause of the recent introduction for tame use 01 more powerful artificial lighting. At least for table -top pho- tography you can very cheaply with. two or three of those brighter home flood light bulbs rivalthe lighting equipment of Hollywood studios, and, what is more, do good work With an inexpensive fixed -torus cam- era, provided You use a portrait at- tachment to secure the necessary &lase -up focus, • Constructing one of these sets re- quires, of course, a certain amount of time and patience, with the ex. ponse depending upon -the materia`s you put into it. Very amusing scenes may be created, however, without introducing elaborate de, tails. Here are a few suggestions Petr the materials: White or light gray cardboard makes "sky"; a mirror crakes a lake; twigs and small plants make trees and hedges; moan serves for grass; chalk, salt or flour for snow; toy automobiles, trains, boats, air- planes, houses, human and animal digurea may be obtained at the five- and-dime store. If you Are handy With tools, you can fashion various "props" yourself, using soft wood, or you can use plastic modeling materials. A few points relative to the pho' tography: Working at close range, the depth of field of the lens is not likely to be great, se, in building your set, keep the elements within as short a distance, front to back, as possible. You, get the best effects by using the lens at a small opening. Better make about three "shots" of a set- ting, varying the exposure time, to be sure of obtaintug a perfect nega- tive. Porus exactly. You will have a lot of fun play- ing with the light. Sometimes a single strong flood light will give you 'what you want, Again, you may want bne figure to stand out bril- liantly with everything else sub- dued. Per this a large piece of card, boatd with a hole in 1t wilt provide a spotlight, Pancbtomatio film gives the best rendering, tie dfi'BN VAN autumn P I C O BAC ' PIPE TOII•ACCO VOR A MUD COM SMOKE bad waited until whey were alone again, el -den sorry---" She caught her breath &hapttly, She could feel the Blow thudding of bar heart, and a fit of shaking seised her, have only twapenee "You 'mean --you can't pay?" The attendant glared at her, hie manner changing ill an instant, "I- I'ni sorry -e Pam stepped. fighting for control. There was no excuse she could (Rake. It Only wanted for the man to send foT policeman now to complete her hunt llation, "Sorry ain't mneli good," declar- ed the attendant truculently. "Welt see what a policeman has M say about it—" He turned towards tre other end of the booth, and looked up and down the road, The young mean 1n the overcoat Put down, his cup and turned to Pam, 'rI beg your pardon," he said. 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