The Brussels Post, 1938-12-14, Page 2THE BRUSSELS POST
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BY DORTHY KNIGHT
Toby flnsbed. He was very sen-
sitiee, and knew his wife ryas re-
ferring to another ino deat when
elle had tried to help another of his
'"finds," only to be told by him that
Jibe "made a mess of things,"'
Toby was not given to quarrelling
With his young wife. and he relied
on her opinion, but at time;, he was
inclined to resent too much inter-
ference with els Bans and his
sebemes.
"Don't be horrid, Laura." He rose
and lounged over to her chair, then
without ceremony sat on her lap
and kissed: her, "I trust you, dei'-
ling. X can't do a thing but I i{
feel bound to _disease it with you,
and—"
'And then do as on like." She
stroked his hair and rested her
soft cheek against his, "You great
baby"
Toby rose and stood, his hands
in the pockets of his flannel trous-
ers, staring away to wbere the
river lay sparkling in the sunshine.
in his open -necked shirt and with
the colour of health and excitement
in his brown cheeks, his hair catch-
ing a ray of the sun and gleaming
darkly red, his eyes glowing like
polished brown agate, he was good
to look on indeed.
Suddenly he started.
"She is coming!" he said sharp-
' Ip. "I can see her walking down
al
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the avenue. She must have come
on the three -five, after all. I did-
n't think elle would.),
"I did." said Laura, as she rose
end stood, slim and stipple as a
young poplar tree, beside ber bus-
bs^.d. And wily she put her atun
sound his belted waist she did not
know.
It was almost a gesture of pro-
tection,
"Iola might have taken the car
to the station." Laura was trying
to sound kindly, but her voice was
flat.
"I wanted to, but she refused to
say what train she was coming from
town on," said Toby, and mored
forward as the slim little figure of
Panels O'Connor tame nearer.
They saw she was hatless, and
wore a white pleated frock and
sleeveless jumper of ane wool,
sandal shoes and no stookings.
She might bare been 'used to
visiting riverside homes all her life,
and Laura noted that her hair was
well kept, her face not too much
made-up, and that her movements
were well -poised and controlled,
There was notbing of the awk-
wardness of shyness in her bearing.
but she bad yet to speak- Laura,
waiting for the faint burr of the.
Northerner, was surprised when a
slightly lisping, but perfectly -
toned voice greeted her by name.
"Mrs, Stillwood, how Fery, very
nice of you to ask me here. 1 do
so appreciate it," said Pansie
O'Connor.
"You are very welcome, Miss
O,Connor." said Lent's., and was
genuinely surprised at the beauty of
this blue eyed, golden -haired
stranger. rte,.
Nothing Toby had said had ton -
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fairnet-e of tees girl of seventeen,
and Laura wondered if she were in.
deed as aid.
Her tu.ir was not long, yet long
enough to touch her shoulders, and
hung like a curtain of gold about
hed pointed face, wbile, l:ke sap-
phires, her eyes shone wash the
sheer brightness of youth.
Instructively Laura knew the
girl had charm and personality,
also, and was likely to become a
star.
Flow long her fame would last
would be anotber matter.
"You ought to hare let my hus-
band meet you wits the car," said
Laura. ''The sun is terribly hot and
I atm sure you are fagged out walk.
ir.; down that long road from the
station."
"1 am not," smiled Panele, shak-
ing back ber curls, and smiling up
at Toby. "I enjoyed the beautiful
air and the peace and the calmness
of it all. I left an atmosphere of
anything but peace at home, Mrs,
Stiilwood, and this is. heaven---''
"And there are chairs in it!"
grinned Tony. "Sit down and have
a thirst -quencher. What will you
have—iced orangeade, or lemon,
or—''
"A cup of China tea, Russian
fashion,' suggested Laura. And the
girl smiled.
"That above all things, please,"
she said.
"My husband is a tertar for
messy things like lemon -squash and
gingerpjp, as he calls it, and is al-
ways making newfangled summer
drinks. He invented one beet
summer called Gooseberry Cool—"
"Pun on Fool,' said Toby, as
Pansie sank into a long chair,
wbich he had pulled forward. "It
was a. lovely drink, but a bit thick
and it wouldn't go through a stray."
"I should say not, said Laura, as
she moved towards the house, "I'll
tell Jessie to make tea now,' she
added.
"I am so pleased you took your
courage in both hands and beerded
us in our den," remarked Toby, as
he slid into a chair by Pansie's
side. "It )sue: so awful, is it?"
The ever available tears filled the
blue eyes as they wandered from
the man to the lovely garden—the
smooth lawn and the shady trees—
the huge gay red and yellow paras)].
thee kept a tea -table cool eue invit-
ing—the portable gramopeene. the
pile of records scattered about --the
c•te'iions and the books and the
general air of crmfoit azul wcll-
beieg.
Ob, I dent know
what to call it!' said the gir'. In a
stied voice.
'Cal lit your friend's iuouse,' sold
Toby, neared by bel' emotion
He could not bear to think anyone
had not all the happintas wad cone. 1
for he had himself.
"1 sheli wake u,' and find 11 is '
only a d_•eam: sighed 'Panaic. And
berate he could e'eealc again Lama '
came back, woks.-'; eesiy and grace-
fully, a weal -)raft i'""'a 10 lemun-
yellcw patterned silk, leo and
harp), the outer g.rl, thought,
watching her.
Yet -ea she lialipy this wife of
the :stat. t :10 held i... key t+, the
door 01 eneeeese
Why did she lock almost auxtt us-
ly from lace to face as site ap-
proached, or was It the stn haying
tricks with light and shade?
"You shall have your tea in a
few minutes, Miss O'Connor,"
promised Laura, as she sat down,
but 00 the grass, and twined her
arms around her knees, "We have
a yonderful maid who moves like
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greased lightning.'
"You are lucky all chant), I1
should say," said Pansie. "This
house is beautiful, I have always
pictured such a home in my dreams
Actually—" She broke off with a
laugh. "I lived in a grey street in
grey part of Nee -castle, and I shar-
ed a tiny attic room with a half-
sister who snored and sucked mint -
drops winter and summer. I loathe
pegpermintl But I mustn't inflict
all any woes 011 you—'
"Tell on," Laura waved an es-
couraging hand. 'We ate both
very interested in you;
"I was seventeen last moiuth and I
have never known one hour of
pleasure or happiness in all my life,'
responded Pansie, like a child say-
ing a horrible lesson, gabbling it
over, afraid of a mistake and yet
sure of the effect on her audience.
"My father died when I was three
and mother married again --a man
with a huge family of hulking boys
and girls, It was awful! They
were all ugly and bated me. 1
could not help having my mother's
beauty and my father's love of nice
things could I?'
Plaintively she gazed first at
Toby, lying back with shut eyes
yet drinking in every word, and at
Laura, serious as a judge, She was
looking up at Laura searchingly.
"Couldn't you find a decent situ-
ation away from the step -family?"
the latter asked, as the girl paused.
"As a model to an artist, or as a
mannequin, perhaps?'
"I tried both; said Panele quickly.
'But, honestly, Mrs Stiliwood, +ire
men were hateful, Wren I was not
quite sixteen a married man to a big
shop asked me to go away for a
week -end with htrn, and when I re-
fused—' The blue eyes fell
s0M4enly. "He—he almost bad me
turned ort of his office. He said
the most dreee til things ahem me
to my stepfather—said I was a little
vamp, and laid all the blame on my
shoulder.•,''
"If it were not so her I'd walk tr
Newcastle and wring his neck for
him,' said Toby, and with teta.t the
maid came out tarrying the ter -tray.
"I suppose that ante'ed your
-ee-father?'suggested Laura as
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they all moved towards the table
under the ,monster parasol.
"He believed the men," said
Pansie, in a low tone. "The; was
what the trouble was about. I was
so terribly, terribly upset that 1 ran 1
away. He hit me, you see.'
She made the statement calmly,
but there `vas enough dramatic ef•
feet is her quiet tone and frighten-
ed eyes to have earned her the right
to a leading position in the drematic
profession.
"I see," said Laura, when the
amid had gone and they were all
seated. "I think you were right,"
"Do you?" Pansie sighed deeply.
"That is nice to bear. Most People
are so down on a girl who leaves
her home."
"You had a perfect right to leave
your home."
""You had a perfect right to leave
such a very inhuman man as your
stepletber appears to €e," remarked
Laura, and her beautiful grey eyes
sparkled with anger,
No one, looking at Pansie's dis-
tressed face, the tremulous mouth
and the appealing glance from
under those silky lashes could but
have felt great pity for ber.
"I am very glad you have found
friends, for be sure that my husband
and I will help you all we can,"
Laura added.
"We will, indeed," said Toby,
casting his wife a grateful glance
and patting Pansie on the shoulder.
"4 hate to see good stuff wasted."
"And you think I shall make
good?" asked the girl, wistfully.
"Sure of it!" cried Toby cheer-
fully, as he munched a cake with
schoolboy appetite. "Gathers was
caray about you when I saw him
alone. He said you were tl . exact
tree we had been waiting for and
though I'm only the author'—he
grinned contentedly—"they thiut
something of me at the studios, and
of course, having shares in the belly
place and all that, makes a differ-
ence,"
"Yes, 1 suppuee it does," mused
Pansie, thoughtfully. "I think it is
really wonderful you should be so
good to me,"
So turned her blue batteries on
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Laura.
"Can you imagine what 1 felt
when your husband suggestel me
for Goldilocks? I nearly ran right
hank to Newcastle! I did, really?
"I expect you feel horriblti ner-
vous," agreed Laura slowly, and her
face looked serious. "I have been
asked dozens of times if I would
like to go on the films but to those
well'meaning people I always say
NO 1 1 neapital letters. I should be
tar too nervous, and I don't flute 1
have a film -face, either."
'Pansie looked at per with wonder-
ful interest.
"I. think you have a lovely profile,
Mrs. Stiilwood," she ventured,
apologetically. "So eladouua-like,
and —,and—"
'aSpare me!" interrupted Laura,
with a laugh. ,"There is nothing
saint -like about me, 1 eau assure
you."
"I don't know," said Toby, "I
think you slipped out of heaven
when the gates were left open----"
"Toby!" warned Laura, and her
grey eyes were severe if her lips
laughed,
"Olt, it is lovely!" sighed Pansie
enviously. "1 wish I bad a ltusbend
to say shalt sweet things 611001 my
face!"
Laara laughed, confusedie, and
said— "I don't think Toby wes re-
ferring to my personal apps.;.:.11-e
exactly. He meant to convey. I ant
a very serious person."
"Are you?" asked Pansie She
was a young lady who liked to know
all there was to know about certain
people, Mrs. Toby Sliliwo,:+d was
one of them. "Are you really
serious-meaded?"
"I think I am," ad nutted Labra.
"For one thing, I don't dance."
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