HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1938-10-26, Page 2THE BRUSSELS POST
WHONESDAY, OCTOBER ; 9th
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CHAPTER II,
13v Peter Munday
�} The 'Other Woman.
One hot June night, when a white
1 .noon shed silver light over a sleep-
ing world, Pam hung over her bed-
room window -sill, drinking in the
soft night sounds, and the scents
which came from the garden below.
le was almost too hot to sleep,
and the past hour she had gbeen
seated in ber window, looking out
over the Common,
Somewhere In the house a clock
chimed midnight, softly.
As the last stroke died, Pam
thought of another midnight nine
months previously, when. she had
stood upon Vauxhall Bridge, and
contemplated the river as a way out
of her difficulties.
Nine months ago! A Pensive ex-
pression crept into her eyes as she
went back over the period which
had elapsed, and thought of the
many things that had happened.
She was vastly diflerent from the
white -Paced, haunted girl Terence
Grant had picked up in Lamfeth
Road.
In her tailored dressing gown, and
her hair all tumrfled like a sleepy
child's, she looked absurdly boyish.
The glow of health was In her
cheeks, and her eves had lost that
hostile expreesion which had
marred her beauty at the time.
She had not been long with Miss
Grant when she discovered her em-
ployer spoke no less than the tail
when she had said the job was no
sinecure.
Pam earned her salary, and more,
The work was hard, but not un -
'pleasant, and she had the added
satisfaction of knowing that not
only was she doing it well, but that
she was proving the help Miss
Grant Riad anticipated.
'Phe Job was a dear one, In which
she could take a pride, and her fear
it had been made for her was quite
unfounded.
Terence—whose mother was
Irish, so Miss Grant informed her,
thus accounting for the combination
of 'names which had intrigued her—
was a playwright, she discovered.
His successful comedy, 'Sunshine
After Rain', was entering upon its
sixth succesful month at the
Orpheum. He did a great deal of
his work in the large house on the
Comon, wheer he had a study re-
served for his use.
He and Pam had become good
friends, if such a relationship can
he said to exist between two per-
sons w'ho have met under such Pe-
culiar circutnstan.ces, Never by
hint or otherwise, however, did he
refer to it, and for that Pam was
grateful.
Her brow clouded as she thought
about him,
For the life of her she could not
Prevent herself from wondering,
and she knew Mise Grant was wor-
ried about the same thing.
On his visits to Wimbledon, Ter-
ence usually came alone, but occas-
ionally when he was not working,
he would bring with him a perfect-
ly groomed girl, who dressed in the
lastest fashion.
She was Viola Mannering, the
leading lady in. Sunshine After Rain
and Pam had taken an Instinctive 1
dislike to her on their first meeting.
She put, her down as hard and calcu-
lating, two traits for which Pam
had a hearty contempt, .l11ss Grant
was more direct, She referred to
the actress as "that woman," much
to Pam's secret Joy.
Pam would have given a great
deal to know 'what lay behind the
friendship existing between Ter-
ence and his leading lady; Viola's
proprietorial air frequently annoy-
ing her. At such times, she would
tell herself it was not her business,
said try to dismiss the matter from
her mind.
She frowned as she thought of
the little scene that had occurred
that afternoon,
Terence had been in difficulties
with his new play. Some of his
manuscript had been returned in-
correctly typed, and Pam had offer-
ed to help with the revision work.
He had accepted thanithrlly, and
with Miss Grant's permission, Pam
had been spending an average of
two to three hours' a night in the
booklined study, hard at work.
It had been a chasening experi-
ence. Terence was wrapped up in
his work. His mind seemed incap-
able of realising Pam was, even in
the room, and yet, 'whenever she
made a suggestion, he would seize
upon it, and then throw himself
back into the difficult task of revis-
ion.
Without either of them realising
how much she was doing, Pam was
shaping the thoughs of the charac-
ters in the play, Perhaps it was
because she telt herself able to
understand the character of Helen,
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and 'how she herself would aot in
similar circumstances,.
On this particular occasion she
ha dgone into the study as usual
with a pile of corrected manuscript.
Terence had been seated at his
desk his eyes fixed in a blank stare
on the opposite wall.
Paan had ventured to ask whether
the cast had been chosen for the
new play. It was to be produced in
the autumn, and time was getting
short,
"Yes'," he said, coming back to
the matter in. hand, "Sartori& has
just made up his list, Why?"
"I wondered uho was to Play
Helen," said Pam, sharpening her
pencil.
"Helen. --oh, 11 see. Er—Miss
Mannering will play the part," re-
marked Terence absently, scanning
the sheets Pam had placed In front
of him, and making pencil notes for
stage directions.
"Miss' Mannering? Oh—"
Pam pursed her lips and bent her
head over her work,
Something in her tone caused
Terence to glance sharply in her
direction,
"What's wrong with that?" he
enquired irritably.
Pam shrugged.
"It's as such your business as
+epIled,
"It's as much pour business as
mine," he snapped, tapping the sur-
face of the desk with a pencil. 'Half
the play's yours, if it comes to that.
I'm not blind 'to all you've done for
me—"
"Please don't!" Pam looked up,
"Whatever I have done, it doesn't
give me the right to criticise the
cast. I presume Mr. Sartoris knows
what he is doing."
"All right, have it your way."
He sighed. "What's your objection
to Miss Mannering?"
"I have no objection' to her, It—
it's only that I don't think she is
suited to the part Miss Tracy—"
"Sybil Tracy? H'm!" He paused
as if considering the matter. 'Yes—
she would make a good Helen, I
admit. But—"
He picked up his papers as if
indicating that the decision was at
an end.
"I'm afraid it's out of the ques-
tion," he added, curtly. "Miss Man-
nering will play the part."
Snubbed, Paan turned back to her
work. He need not have been so
abrupt about it, she thought re-
senteutly, int didn't matter to her
who played Helen, but. he might
have given her credit for thinking
of the play.
She half -hoped he would refer to
the matter again when at the end of
an hour of concentrated work she
rose to go, but beyond a curt "Good-
night," he said nothing further.
Paan sighed, and rising, put out
the light and climbed into bed. But
sleep refused to come.
Try as she would, it seemed she
was doomed to spend a sleepless
night and eventually she gave up
the attempt to sleep, and lay back
on her pillows, allowing. her
thoughts to drift where they willed.
When she came down to breakfast
the next morning, Miss Brant gave
her a sharp look.
"H'm!" she said. "You look
What her employer would say if she
Couldn't you sleep?"
"It was too hot Pam seated
herself at the table. She did not
feel like eating, but made a Pre-
tence of having a meal, afraid of
what her emmloler would say if she
did not.
Miss Gnant looked up from her
correspondence, lhich she habitual-
ly scanned at breakfast time,
"You haven't forgotten to -night,
have you?" site asked,
"No," Paan smiled. `q haven't
forgotten.',
Pam liked her employer as an in.
dividual. The two women, tote one
elderly, and the other young, were
drawn together by an inex,plirahle
bond, and there was between them
more than the mere tie whidh binds
a loyal employee to a generous em-
ployer. Tltey were friends as well.
Miss Grant referred to a dinner
party site was giving tlhat. night, 10
which Pam was flocking ,forward
with mixed feelings.
Evers) so often Mies Grant would
entertain a selert few, and although
no one could accuse ]ter of lion
hunting, she managed to surround
heresele with peoPJe Who had done
something worth while.
Ammng these was John Wilber-
force, an explorer,
Pant had met )rim some months
Previous/1y, and as he had been In
charge of the work of excavation
superintended by iter father, their
friendship had developed rapidly,
After that first meeting, he had
called several times at the [tense,
ostensibly to Ole Mien Grant, who
was an old friend, but Pam knew 11
was she who was the attraction.
There was 110 rooan in her make up
for false modesty. Without conceit
as she was, she knew Wilberforce
was in love with her.
And the knowledge frightened
her.
die was a thickset man, with a
rugged face and dark, wavy hair,
There was soanething about him
that repelled and at the same time
fascinated Pam; something of the
savage, and she realised that be-
neath his veneer of good mannerd
he was extremely primitive.
That he would propose at the first
oportunity, she also knew, It had
only been by the exercise of the
greatest tact that she had staved off
a proposal the last occasion upon
which he had seen her,
And he was to be one of the
guests that night.
She looked up to see 'Miss Grant
watching her shrewdly,
"Thinking of what you're going to
say to John?" she asked abruptly.
The colour flamed in Pam's
cheeks.
"I—+what do you mean?" she
stammered.
Miss Grant laughed,
"You know he is head over heels
in love with you," she challenged,
her eyes twinkling. "Are you with
him?"
"No, I'd not," said Pam. "I—I
wish he wasn't—"
"I see." Miss Grant hesitated,
and then giving her a sympathetic
glance said—
"John's all right. Don't let him
starpede you, that's all. Would you
rather not attend to-niglit,"
Paan would have given a great
deal to say "Yes'," but she shook her
head.
"Perhaps you are mistaken," she
said, closing the subject. "Didn't
you want me to go to town for you
this morning?"
"Yes. The List of the things I
want to get is on my desk. When
you've finished your coffee we'll go
through it—"
Pa,m's morning In town was not
to be without incident, however.
She was in a shop in Oxford
Street, scanning her list to make
sure that she had ordered every-
thing, when she heard .her name
spoken, and looked up to see Viola
Mannering bearing down upon her
exuding a wave of expensive Per-
fume.
"Good morning!" cried the ac-
cess effusively, "How strange I
should meet you here!"
Pam didn't think it strange, but
refrained from saying so. Instead
she replied to the other's greeting,
and asked her politely how she was.
'You .must come back with me and
have lunch,' Viola went on with
scarcely a pause. "I never have a
chance to talk to you when I come
to Wimbledon."
Pant had difficulty in preventing
her lip from curling. In view of the
fact that Viola slarcely deigned to
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notice her when site Visited Mise
Grant In company with[ Terence, it
was not surprising, She 'thought,
She eyed the .actrees warily, wond-
ering what this extreme cordiality
betokened. Womanlike, site knew
Viola was fully aware of what she
thought about her. In which case -
the invitation to lunch bad been
given a definite ,pbject. Viola
wanted something. The question
was—what,?
(To Be Continued.)
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