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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1938-10-19, Page 2if es BNTITLs'D T1 Girl Adro ift i By Peter Munday Pam looked at him amsptciously, +'Surely that is a matter which con- cerns you?" "I am afraid 1 don't underutand—' She shrugged again, a bopeless ex• pression creeping into her eyes, "I have no intention a evading my obligations," she sand tenselY. There was a sudden silence. Such a siilence that Pam aver after felt she could never live through an- other like it. Grant went white, ante then slowly coloured. He star- ed at her until Pam felt she could scream—anything to break the breathless teuston, Sutidenly frightened, she realised what she had said—had been say. Mg all along—anti the knowledge she had been wrong struck her like a blow, She dropped her eyes, unable to bear Ills gaze, "I—lin terribly sorry," she tattered at length- "1 didn't mean—" "`No," he said, rising to his feet. `Perhaps' you didn't mean to think it—but the fact remains you did"' He crossed the room and stood star- ing down into the deserted street, "I don't blame you," he said over his shoulder. "It was a most natural mistake, I suppose. Only, as it. happens, it never entered my head you would consider my mo- tives in that light," And, like a wave of light illumin- ating a dark roadway. Pam knew he was speaking the truth, It had never entered hie head— and it would never have entered Ness but •that she was suspicious of everything and everybody, an atti- twee of mend born of her egperlemo, es of the past six months, She rose to her feet slowly, and looked at his back,. '1 wont insult you by trying to apologise," she said dearcely above a whlsper, 'Pm an ungrateful little beast.' :She walked to the door. "If you can forgive ane , , I wish you would. I -•-I'll go now---" She Paused, one hand on the door knob, "Good-bye—and thank you," Before she could leave the room, he turned, and to her relief, she saw that his eyes were smiling, "Don't go:" she 'exclaimed. "Pleased There is no need, really, There is. something I want to dis- cuss, Then you can turn in I'm going to an hotel for' the rest of the night," "Oh," Pam went crimson, "Why should you? I mean—I can go now. Please--" She felt exceedingly , small, and wanted nothing so much as to escape the humiliation of ; meeting his eyes, That be was ' decent she knew now, without any telling, and was heartily aslraaned - of herself for the way she had treated him. "Please don't feel like that," he . said, "It was a most natural mss- ; take--" Pam shook her head, "It—it wasn't," she •declared. 'It was cheap. No—" sbe added, stifling a yawn:, "I—I don't think I can keep awake much longer." He gave her a sympathetic glance, "We won't argue any more," he said. "1'11 show you where the spare room is. I think you will find every' es* thing. you rebuire there, and the bathroom is, next door." "'What are you going to do?" ask- ed Pans as he went ahead of her down the passage, "I told you I' mgoing to the hotel :quad the corner, I rang 'them up some time ago." Pam felt sm'all'er than ever, and wished the floor would open up and swallow her, "What was it you wanted to dig cuss?" she asked, to gain time, He flung open a. door at the end or the passage, "It will wait until to-morrow—or rather, this morning," he replied, `"that is—if you will (promise not to run away as soon. as you get up "I won't run away," promised Pant. Inwardly, she was surprised at her meek acceptance of the situ- eliots, The truth of the matter was that she had reached the liassIt of her endurance and was incapable or reasoning, All she wanted was to sleep- "I—I hate the idea of you having to run out at this hour on my account," she added slowly, Her eves questioned hint, and he knew that eve really meant "Must you," "That's all right," he exciaim.ed cheerily, "It isn't far, And you can sleep as long as' you like. I'll leave a note for my man waren he ' coarses in tihe morning, so that you won't be disturbed, Good night" "Good night; said Pam meekly, j "And—thank you." * * * * Pam faced her host across the breakfast table, and accepted a cigarette from the ease he held out • i Spasmodic Effort will not WIN - Persistency WILL FAs .ps a t- S'D ••/ 3 3ai�q"b 1, / s4°et°rice ye' 3 ,t),\ v3,10' ae k`O9�,1�0 tiye 9e.5 Daply �9 4t o .,00 'sfl' ei 'e- e�La��t, ° 6. p,�l~aab15 ,�Oa o s, bey S e- gse. ° see v'-' • q'- e: gh�ti • °� seems e So yey{ °ai yi�y��et Tyt"nes,0e y45 oes 5�44�y. �Q:q$4 e� t;, 0<5' 9 6 e5, • `eel ,ape ' 0 1. 93 SQ5 bee 4See ,°°' %.°5e5+ ge°9 ess S° ygo4°tiro, ' i5 5� 4e5 °Qbo apb tip5�• " oyti 3$e �atis�s0 t-`• cje4 etipe te- t,5. e4` e ' ° eek' 100 cy'��s4 eyb' 5:' s ai °C %1% s4 she vS ro es ,S 4he9s9 set ee.Ss�4ees5 `y �'t'lyso 49 s�ye 4 P yes , ph yt• `o c 1 e9„sg�c4 ti 6 ty�a4 c `' age et�'S toy~ e e�< c e s deco ty °eadxye 4iQ yabp °roor' yoyt�cps pa Sy ya � toeer ss hoc 'CiG„st 0,0 , e -N vsel„et.0C,s4'b av eoaaev- °5e4°E0 yob ADVERTISING Made Village a City for a Day Regular Space in THE BRUSSELS POST Will Bring Satisfactory Results to her, When It Wet} lighted: nc'nY Vehtet !a 1t you Wonted ie trieenea't” She. asked, The Wee'? silo a aal.yr 'lieu none wollt4o S /u.• nor, 4114 .ties ereaaaaat, Ira$ ron'liucu t?''lt ,kte l,aneflciut enelnrlll Oa aloft$ Great Melted at her appralslni;4Y, nuweiag ,Ile wide to'reue td and es,sy halr, sae cork eyes sat ' be' ueath brows so ewe they loosed /its strips 9t ai',ken thread, the fu11 mouth, which et the snosnent l+..a ouu'ved in a smile, ,the ressiure cam, Yes, are (melded, 'sive was oeautttur to a lsaunt.ug ethereal way, and her face was cell' qt *Motelea, With sudden reeolation, hs leaned for vault and spoke, "As 1 told 700, 1 .have an aunt— sae. floss ave 1n Wunbyedon, uy the way—' At the twinkle in Ilia eyt, Pain bushed, "Stia%manta' a Secretary, Her last one left. to go. married, Sinkme then she has ueeu ...swaging with tenerorarY hell,, but only the other day she, asked me to look out for someone for tier, 1 want to take you to see het:” "But—you don't know anything about mel" exclaimed Pam, "For all you know 1 might—" "You'll pardon me, but I like to think I am a fair fudge of character, Miss Cummings, I'm sure you will suit Illy aunt, At any rate, won't you come along and see for your- self? "What sort of things^ -I mean—Is your aunt--" Grant laughed, "She is interest- ed in dozens of:things," he explain- ed, "Sits on committees for various charities, and also has: an Interest in a couple of businesses 4n town here. She really needy help with her correepondenee and all that sort of thing. And sihe entertains quite a bit as well," "I see," Pam was thoughtful- She scented thinly veiled charity behind Um offer, and her pride threatened to assume command once more. She hated the idea of being under an obligation to anyone snore pantiou- larly her rescuer after the way she had treated him, and yet that pre- cluded her tram refusing point blank to go with hiim to Wimbledon. She wondered If site were 'being a fool, The chance of work was one at which sate could not afford to turn up her nose, and yet she was afraid, "Very well," she saki at last, "If von really wish me to come," Grant rose to his feet, "Good," he exclaimed heartily. "VII have the car round In ten minutest Will you be reod : all On the road to Wimbledon, he was .tactful and made no attempt to Converse, -Wben they arrived at the top of the hill beyoma Putney and turned down towards the Common, Pam broke the silence. 'It's lovely out here," she ex- claimed impulsively, "4a -1t is like being in the country." He nodded, "Yea'. This and Riehmrond, Park, You can (pretend you are in the country there." Nothing more wars said until Grant turned the car into the small driveway leading up to the door of a large grouse standing back from the road in its own grounds: He got down and turned to assist Pam to alight, As she stepped an to the gravelled surface of the drive, she felt a wave of shame go over her at the shabbiness, of her clothing, What would Miss Grant think? As for giving her a job— Well, if she did, it would be because she did not want to let her nephew down. .Pam had few, if any, il- lusions about her own sex, and visu- alised Miss Grant as a stern-faced a;d lady who would take In her piti- ful story in one sweeping glance at the threadbare coat and split gloves, The contrast between what site expected, and really wvrs all the more surprising, Miss Grant was a small, brisk woman in the early fifties, with keen, grey eyes and a good• humoured mouth; her grey hair was smartly shingled, and there was an air of efficiency about her as sive rose from the carved Empire desk at wleali she was seated, to greet her visitors. Site did give Pawl a sweeping glance, but it was' not critical, and her eyes softened as, She took In the details of her visitor's dress and white feattu'es. Icer manner as she shook halide was Irrepl'oech- ahle, and Pam felt alt her ease, "It is awfully good of you to conte out all this wav, " Miss, Grant said, putting the onus of obligation on her own shoulders, "I was very pleased when Terry rang me Up. Run away and amuse yourself for a few metates, Terry," she add- ed, "1 want to talk to Miss, 'Cum. mdngs?' Grant turned (from his contemipla' WD. NigiSDAY, Q'OTcu13M 19 tiop of a p'let9re en thka It'a11, "'1 Have to meet Se rterie i11 lawn ties. monolog," be remarked, "I't you'll lel me Conte t4 flinch VII be off uow, After that 1 can run 'Miss Oummingiy 'wheu+ever ate,'wands to goy' "That will do nleelyr r exela1aned his aunt, "Run oft uow and. don't be late baokl" Ile smiled and siring 'Pani an encouraging little nod,, went out of the room. Mise Grant broke the short silence which bad followed her nephelw'e departure, "And' now my dear," she said, "Astilplpose you tell me—" "The tone, and the pressors of a cool Whet on her own proved too much for Paan, whose overstrained nem'ea gave way, Without warning she bua+st into tears, ,She had not realised[ how murk ole a strain the last few hours has' been, Wisely, Miss Ghat let her cry. Rising, the eider woman rang the bell, ane when the maid came in response, went to the dbor. A low- voieed colosaruy ensued, and , then the maid, went away again. Coming back, to Pam, Miss Grant rested her hand on. the girl's shoulder, "I have told ,them to bring us Some tea," she said quietly, 'There is nothing Bite a cup of tea when one has. had a good cry. I don't know what we women would do without it," Paan looked up gratefully, '1 don't know why you should bother," she ,said, her breath coming in, little gasps, "You—that is, Mr. Grata—has been kindness, itself. He—last night—" She caught her breath- "I don't :snow whether be told you, but he saved are from being changed with theft, and then --'4 "I know, And I gave him a piece of may mind for not bringing you here at 'once,'' returned the other, ehartllly "It didn't matter (row late it wast But then Terrence always is one to act first and think aSterwards:" "I was a ,perfect beast to him," said Pam mourntfuMy, Miss Grant laughed, "Mat won't hurt bin,'" she said cheerfully, "Amway, you're here now, and. I feel sure we are going t0 get on admirably." "But --e The arrival of the maid with a to tray interywpted Pam's protest. Over tare tea cups, Miss, Grant drew out her story, and by the time Pant had' drunks her second cusp, the elder woman was in full possession of the facts, "Now!" she exclaimed, when the things (lad been cleared away again, "Ibn sure you are just the person 1 am looking for. And I want you to understand that I really do need a secretary Your knowledge of typing alone will be invaluable to me, The only thingis' I would wast you to live here. Would you !,t0oGAM°hy let el that space in yonr basement go to waste? Let us chow you how little it coats to turn it into a game room offering flat and relaxa- tion for young and old. We'll do the job quickly and with- out disturbance to the house- hold routine. And, best of ell, it's another of those jobs you can finance, if necessary, under the Home Improve- ment Plan. LOCAL ADVERTISER'a NAME HERE A mind?" ee should! love rt," Pain, replied' gratefully. 'llhen she 'blu&hed.. What about eloth'es?. Panic strick-• . ens, she looked at Mies Grant. She couldn't possibly go, about looping as she eltd atm 1f she had to wait for her print mouth's salary before she could redeem: her trunk at Miss Morgan's+— Miss Gtent Iliad interpreted cor- rectly the look lu the gh'Ps' eyes, "Don't be angry," she said brisk- ly, "but I am going to advance you a mon:th's salary so that You, can get your things and pay your laund lady. You can pay it back gradu- aMY•" 'It would be rather silly to be angry," murmured Patn, biting her lip 10 an effort to restrain the tears. which threatened to overflow again. I slmply can't thank you. If—if it hasn't been for Mr. Grant -•-and now you—I don't pnow yhat would have happened. This seems like Heaven--" 'It will be for me when you get mane of my work off my shoulders," returned Miss Grant bluntly, ',I Move no lest .than four Empire soci- eties of which I am on the com- mittee's, and as Terence no doubt told you, I have basiness, interests as welt, You are going to be in valuable, my dear." 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