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JL\ Giri Adrift
By Peter Munday
Perhaps he was feeling that in
the cireumstances he did not want
to he under an obligation to her?
Petbaps this was his method of
peying her for the work she had
done? She dismissed the thought
as unworthy of. her. Terence would-
n't do that, she thought. No, he
was sorry. and this was his way of
n aching her. - -
Slowly Pam placed the papers on
their recite, alternating between the
hetchts and the depths, at one
moment telling herself that Terence
did love her and that nothing else
mastered, at others chiding herself
fel an idiot and arguing that
nothing would • ever forgive the
doubt be had shown that night.
At ten o'clock, when the town
Libraries opened, Pam put through
a trunk tall to London.
* * s<
The curtain was rising on the first
act when Pam slipped into her seat
in the Circle,
It was not a very gond one, and
she bad been extremely lucky to
get it, but by twisting a little. she
could hear and see quite well.
The house was full The suc-
cessful run of 'Sunshine After Rain'
had been sufficient to bring the
public to the first night of a new
cement by the same author; the
act that Pamela's name figured on
the bills* as well, anerely intrigued
such as there were who wondered
about it,
The lights went down, and Pam
settled herself to listen.
It was their play. .Every word of
it.
She heard tittered the words she
had supplier` to Terence, the actual
sentences she had put into the
4 mouths of the disillusioned chief
characters.
Sybil Y Tracy was wonderful as
Helen. She was Helen --the Helen
'who had been born of Pam's and
Terence's minds in the study In
• :Wimbledon,
► Pam orgot everything in the
i relay. At first. she had wondered
'whether Mise Grant and Terence
`would be In the house, had planned
to escape by a tide exit in case she
et them, but now her anted could
d nothing but :the scenes which
e being enacted Ali front of
was not an experienced first-
but Oven abs knave before
•of the second act that the
:ping °1',9r "Pig'''. AMAMI
At the commencement of the third l
act, the curtain rose upon a house
that was hushed to the stillness of
death—the finest tribute the public
can give.
And it fell at last upon an en-
thralled
nthralled and wildly -enthusiastic
audience. - 1
The curtain was raised and lower-
ed again and again, but there was
no abating the storm. Cries of ji
"Author!" and "Speech" were
Rung from lip to lip as the smiling
cast took their bows.
And still the applause continued. j
In ram the conductor stood with '
upraised batton, waiting for a
chance to break into the opening
bars of "The King."
The audience gave him no chance I
until at last the manager appeared
in front of the footlights, his hand
upraised for silence,
When it came, be thanked them
for the wonderful reception they
had given the play, and apologized
for the fact that neither of the co-
authors were present, .the one, he
went on, being out of town, and the
other indisposed.
Pam gathered up her things and
turned to go.
With a bursting heart she made
her way in the wake of the slow
moving throng into the foyer. It
was a.fter eleven and her train did
not leave till twelve -ten.
A twisted smile wreathed her
lips. All the vital moments of her
life seemed to centre around mid-
night! There yes that night on
Vauxhall Bridge when she faced
the fact that she was at the end
of her tether—it had, been midnight
when Terence burst into Wilber-'
force's fiat—and now a few minutes
after the hour, she would be leav-!
ing London again,
ry
car carrying a with
her e '
the memory of a. wild-mat/me-tattle
audience cheering the play into
which, nncpnscloualy she bad woven
so much of herself,
She felt drained of emotion, The
long, day, and the sttspence of the
play, the strained attention with
which she had followed every word,
had left her emptied of all save a
feeling of deathly tiredness,
Her mind was a blank save for
the knowledge that she loved Ter-
ence with a love that would never
change, never die, never grow Old—
and that she would never see him
again.
'that Ras •certain,, AA+..�,_JC:,�,t' ...
She wondered if he were ill. The
manager had said one of the authors
was out of town --,that would be
herself. The one who was indis-
posed, therefore must be Terence.
Sbe reached the entrance to the
theatre at last, and started to thread
her way through the thinning
crowd. She tried •to hurry, to get
away, before her emotions found
vent in tears. If only --
And then a hand fell on her arm,
and a gay, remembered voice was
speaking in her ear,
"I would have waited het a et err
night of the run," said Terence,
"You see, I knew you would have to
come some time to see our play,"
Pant looked at him. She was
beyond speech. And then, without
knowing what was happening, she
sobmitted to being led across the
pavement to where a commission-
aire was opening the door of the
low'. hung racer she had first seen
outside the coffee stall on Vauxhall
Bridge.
When they reached Bayswater
Road. --
"Where are you taking me?" she
asked- "I mustn't miss my train,
It leaves Charing •Croce at twelve -
ten—',
"You're going to miss it, then,' he
said. "We're on our way to
Wimbledon, 'I'11 cut through
Hammersmith .and we'll be there In
twenty minutes—"
Pam swallowed.
"Please,," she said meekly. "I
can't go with you, I've got to catch
that train, Tbis is all yrong "
"Then Pm afraid It's going to be
wrong, that's all, If, after you've
heard what I've to say to you, you
still want to go, 1'll drive you where
you like. tint we've to have a tail:
first.
s.
"I don't think there is anything
we've to say :t0 each. other—"
"Yea, there is, Quite a lot!"
Pain subsided, and leaned, hack
against the leatherwork behind her,
soothed in spite of herself by the
swift rush of air over ,the tilted
windscreen and the throaty mut�itur
of the exhaust, 1t was not roaily
cold, and site was wearing a ,warns
coat. She was glad Terence hall
the hood down.
As they drove along, site stole a
glance at him. This ens a hew
Terence, one she had not seen be-
fore, bot
, a ore sg his
omethin !
slipping away, She felt content
to leave it all to liina. Ile would
see that arse caught her train or
missed It, as he thought fit. --and
somehow, it seemed nice to leave
matters like that,
Acrosa eutney Bridge and lip the
hill Tereuee drove is silence, not
ai.eaking a word until they cane to
the intersection at the comanon,
There, instead of takfun the left
hand York, he drove a few yards
along the Kingston rout and switch-
ed off the engine.
"Now," be said as the ear glided
to a stop. "I've something to
ask you." Ile took his hands from
the wheel, and seized her own,
"Will you marry One, Pam dear?"
Pam stared out into the night,
her eyes veiled,
"Why are you asking me that—
now?" she asked quietly,
' 'Beeauae I love you," he said
tersely, his voice curiously gruff.
"I've loved yea all along, only I
was a fool, 1 didn't know it until
—until--"
"That night in Ardwel% Man-
sions," she said, "I know. •I saw
it in your eyes, That's why I vas
so Innen
"And you don't think I believe in
you—is that Mb" he asked quietly.
;She nodded miserably,
"You may do now-now—but something
must have havpened to change
you,"
"Nothing has happened," he said
slowly. "I know no more now than
I did that night, I left Viola at the
door, as I told you—I haven't seen
either her or Wilberforce again. I
can only guess what happened."
There was a short pause. Then—
"Pam�n't you believe 'me?"
His tone was pleading, and there
was a suspicious tremor in his
voice, "It's the truth, Pam, I
came there more to prove Viola was
wrong than because I thought you
might be there. And I don't care
how you came there! If you told
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me now you went of your own free
will, I would still believe in you. As
for Viola—if you mean you thought
she had hold over me, you're mis-
taken. She was under contract,
that was all. When I decided to
adopt your suggestion and have
Sybil Tracy for the part she raised
Cain, but we paid her for a cancel-
led contract and got rid of her."
He laughed again, "Peer Viola!
She was so mad she snapped up
an inoffensive South Amierican
millionaire over here on 'business
and married hip:!
Pam laughed. :She couldn't help
it, The idea of the exotic Viola
making a gesture, but seeing that
it was a sflklined one, struck her as
being funny.
Then she became grave again.
"Now I'll tell you what happened
that night, she said, "If you hadn't
told me you believed in me --I
yould have said nothing. Nor would
you have seen me again,"
"There's no need to tell me—'
"I would like to. Than we can
bury it for keeps--"
Terry listened in silence to the
story and if his face darkened with
anger, the darkness bid his expes-
sion from Pam,
"I see," he said when she had
finished, "You
feel rotten---"
"Please don't
Paan said meekly.
done with now."
"Yes—it's over
He hesitated, and
wards her. "And
"Well?" she
eyes, large and
fixed on his face.
want me to say?'
poor kid! I do
look like that,"
"It's all over and
and done with—"
then turned to -
now, Pam."
'breathed. Her
questioning were
"What d0 you
"That you will marry me—"
Pah hesitated, an instant, and thea
her reply came, so low it was
scarcely a wltls;per,
"I will --marry yon—"
Terry gave a triumphant shout
and drew her close.
"Why?" he demanded, bending
closer.
'SEecause--^
There was another pause, during
which all the world seemed to
hang on her reply,.
'Because—ii love you,"' she-
whispered.
hewhispt.ered.
THE END.
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Snapshots such as this can be posed any time now—and
charming, inexpensive Christmas cards,
A BOUT this time each year, I
(1 observe a ring of red ink
around a date on my calendar, and
'a note on the margin—"Time to
think about Christmas cards." It's a
warning that t has saved mo lots of
trouble in the past, and that is why
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Naturally, every dYed-in-tlto•w0ol
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own snapshots. however, many of
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moment—and, in the end, have to
send out ordinary cards .that are
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cardfotnit,
Nos twoready pbotographiorearlya
Cliristmasing
cards are alike. That is what makes
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The picture is the important part,
and a clever picture idea gives the
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If your child has a set Of building
will. make
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"Merry Christmas." Then pose the
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position—and
You have aeot-
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a story -telling picture,
Special pictures such as this lead
to charming cards, well worth the
little planning they require. How-
ever, a good group snapshot of the
family at home is often preferred
—and meet albums contain such
snapshots. A picture.of'the house --
especially with snow On 1t --makes
an attractive card, and you may
have a suitable piettre froth last
winter that can he used.
Stun through the album, and goo
what yeti can find. Some of the
pictures may give you ideas for
now snapshots, especially suited to
Christmas card use, 'the chief point
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21i John van Guilder