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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1939-2-8, Page 6THE BRt18 POST WHOIN!l S!DAYr ilihe 1900 ENTITLED TOURNAMEN' By Olive Wadsley 33efore his droughts had been the and I will oall up' Mrs, Parson's result of a glass of wine too many house. She Is on the 'phone." anger, now all this was different, Ai a mau iu a dream Toby follow. Laura had gone on a mysterious ed the small figure into his study errand to London, and Marlow tired and calmly the girl ;seated boreal! do the very district to witch she . on hie desk and celled a" number was bound, it appeared. that enema nothing to the man She had acted very unkindly ifli: ;ening and waiting with marrowed It she had gone to eeite her hue ani eyes, e --but that was not like Laura, ire did not suspect anything He looked at Pansie whit rt ;i really wrong nil eh thought was fear In his eyes. .,hat Laura, out of pifue, had gone "You are not tryiug to say my to London, At the 'worst she wife-11kee—Marlow, are you?" he might have been meeting Mallow asked. huskily, Pansie did net ee a friend, which, after what he reply. said to her, was a very dangerous There was silence for aimo,•t a thing to do. He determine4 to couple of minutes and he dropped save her from any result of her into a chair, his face whitening. Pansie put a hand ou his !lead, patting his auburn hair with her strangely soothing fingers. "1 was eiraid of this," she said very softly, at last. "Laura is sash a• wonderful woman all the men are mad after her, but you can't see it, poor Toby. She is aloof from us, really, and I don't think she should ever have married a man in the pub- Toby struck his fist on the table, lin position you ate. 'She is so and his tare was not good to see. dreamy—so artistic—she s!muid Even Pans!, shrank from him, have married a poet --an artist--" and her -' pened wider. She paused, and then bent uer "Dr "n'ry you like that, golden head over his. Her lips al- der.,, der She may have most touched his ear. only goi;e ne was—" "'Like Clive Marlow," she •his. "She mus 1-., alter all, she must think aometr.. if hien to go flying to London n•n.hoat break- tast!" cried Toby, bas mind whirl- ing round like a firework to a child's hand. "I have been a blind fool, or why—why should she go?" "Clive is very handsome and folly. 'Yes, Mrs. Stillwood is expected;' Pansie said, laying aside the re ceiver after a few moments quick, dieJeirted conversation. "A dough• ter, Flossie, stoke and said Clive is ill, or something, got a temrera• tare, and Mrs, S-illwood. Is corning to see him." "Great Heaven!" ' pared, and he started to his feet, his fists clenched. "llf I thought she was with He swaeyd to and fro, and Pansie was certain her shothad found the target. ••••••. "I can find out," she sadt quietly. "Let me use the 'phone in your then he paints wonderfully and lots study. Come with me if you like of women have fallen in love with to Town without delay on STUDDED TIRES • In road conditions that would bog down ordinary tires Goodyear Studded Tires bite in and keep you going . e under control every second. Everyone who faces "off-the•pavement" drive ing, in heavy mud or snow needsthesetires: postmen, doctors, salesmen and farmers have proved them indispensable. 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He sank onto a chair and he -lid not see or hear the girl pour cut a whisky and soda at the sideboard behind him. 1t was the cool glass at his lip: that roused him, and without a word he (babied- the almost neat spirit. "Another!" he gawped, 110 went almost lead aucl three tumblers of strong whlskay did far hint what it would have taken six meth a more sophisticated drinker. It was Pansle In the end who made him see the best thing to do was to give the erring Laura a taste of her own medicine, and she said that 1f he went off for a few days it would serve her fight, "I'll shoot myself," neuniblee Tcby, as with Pansie's soft arms round his neck he leaned against her small, very much alive young form. 'I'll cut the whole lot of them, and the picture and the pre - duction can go to the devil!" "That's silly," said Pansie, "The best tilling to do is to have an au official leoldda.y and not to spoil your' life—" "Life is spoilt!" argued Toby, ruffling her golden curls. "Only You're left. Only you, any little friend ,Pansie," "Oh, I sban't desert you," sighed Pansie. "I must stand by 'you be- cause it is through me this has happened." "Poor Pansie, poor little girl, it's not your fault!" Toby pulled her face towards him and kissed her. "You're crying, Pansie, aren't you? What for?" 'For you.' Pansie suddenly found herself on his knee and sob- bed with sudden abandon, ''Oh, Toby, you are such a dear, so good and kind, and I've helped to spoil your lite—oh, dear!" Toby kissed her again, this tilne it was her lips, "Core away with me, Pansle. and Pl1 give you a good time, and the devil can look after the future!" Which, aided Py the capable hands of Pansie O'Connor, he would be able to do very well indeed. CHAPTER VII, The Lame Dog Bites, In the small room in Mrs. Par- son's house Clive Marlow, clad in a dressing -gown he had permanently borrowed frown an ardent actor friend, sat huddled in an armchair. Standing before him, her face deathly white was Laura Stillwcod. "Let me get this quite clear," Her voice was cold, it was commanding, "You are recovering from sorne poison you took by accident---- Is that the truth " "I don't know how you found it was by accident," he muttered, bis eyes slid not meet Hors, "Your landlady told me," Laura said, "You were ill for a few hours, but never in actual danger, yet you told ber to phone for me. Wby," "I wanted, you obviously." He was recovering bis old insolence. Laura's laugh out throtigh the mowent's hush. She was scornful and hitter as never before, But it was maddening to feel she had al- lowed bersele to be duped. thus, When the phone message had come site had believed honestly that Clive had attempted suicide because of lite hopeless love for her. Now seeing the man in alt his unwortht- net0 she realised the Idea had been 1v11t11Y fool!eh, yet had conte to her - remembering as she had done hie fierce outbreak, verging on lunacy, at Riverview, Now she mined from him, her gesture lull of disdain, "You are a more foolish person than 'I imagined, Did you actually believe that anything you could say would make me change my mind—'1 Q thought you might hear a little Plain speaking," the man broke in with, a sneer, "You won't listen to my love—you won't encourage ane, y11t I sappoee Mite the marble ,saint you are you donit believe in di- vroue and eo will hold your harsband t *you though he sates for another woman," Laura had been on the palet going at of the room, but site stopped, almost against her wilt, '"'You are mad, Meet certainly," alts said. "My ltueband—another--" '"Pansie 01Connor," 'salt Clive Marlow. " A (broken ansrlvel' to a broken speech, but it Was 8U1110500, "It 10f. net trite," Laura shelled• "My husband befriended, ?male- -' '"Oh, yes, but meal emit women- of the world know to what those ohivair'ous impulses lead,' Marlow broke in, "Howeve,' it is. not me' opinion that counts, it is the cr mon facts of the case, You loop scornful—you don't bee:eye, Thee go back .bone, Mrs, Stillwood, and you will find your husband has left. —left with the girl be has befriend. ea', She tried to contraduet hila, to fling the ellameful words in his face, but her voice died in ber Groat There was that in his tones which silenced her—he spoke as a luaus sure of his facts—with know:e'Ige. "It is not tl'e," She heard ber own voice mum. Ming. Bhe had no power to SaY more, "It is perfectly true and you know it." Still lie spoke with that air of authority. "Everyone at the studios has known it—the affair n0z been common .property, Your itus band has tired of you, he is niadl3 in love with little Pansie. Mrs Stillwood, you may not believe in divorce but if you have any ogee - ton for him, any pity for a sister woman you will set him free so that he ca nanarry her. Their only chance of happiness—the only lope that he will ever right the wrung n0 has done her, lies in your hands Set him free." Her dazed and stricken eyes look. ed at hien with wonder. "Wiry are you so anxious I should do that?' she asked "What 10 Pansie 0 'Choi to you " He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Nothing except a little girl I admire, But I am sure of my facts. The whole studio is ringing with them—men are making bets ay to whether you will divorce Still - wood) or not—" "1 will not hear another word " She literally flung herself out of .the room and ran down the stairs, ber whole brain on fire, Toby wanted to be free that be might marry Pante and this man Clive Marlow—What had he to do with the affair? The obvious answer was that he hoped. Laura m".ght change to hien if the marriage 'Cvere dissolved. Ye,t was that the truth? 'Was it? Her woman's Instinct answered No, but common sense said Yes. It was late afternoon as she drove u6> the gravel drive of River- view and the first thing she was greeted by was an hysterical ser- vant flying towards her. "The master! 011, ma'am, he's suet with a motor accident and him and the young lady are in Parliae Cottage Hospital. And—nye didn't know where yon were and oh, ma• -am, I nearly went mad!" 'Accident? Toby,' Heedless lvieren she addressed, Laura gripped the girl by the arm, "Tell nue—all!" "He's cut and bruised and broke his leg and Miss Pansle is un conscious and will you go at once, ma'am?" How Laura completed that jour- ney she never remembered, but as she went she knew one thing only— Toby was hurt and whenar—if—he Yet better she 'wouldr have to give him a divorce, She was seeing things from one view only, and her eyes were blinded by the teams she had shed. a * * e rShe was taken into a quiet Private ward, then -she was beside a bandaged figure lying very quiet. "Toby, oh, Toby!" was all she said. Q told you you always drove too fast!" And no one save the man knew the hdddne purport of these broken words. Laura bent over her husband as he slowly raised his eyes and Met hers. "Laura—," he whispered, "Oh, my clear—" She bent lower, "I am here, dear," she said, her lips against his -ear, .and her words coming so quietly he alone heard them, "Toby, I --I forgive you, and l want you .to know that you shall do 'whatever Is right and whatever you want to. But please get well now." Toby- tried to smile, and lits lips moved but the nurse said please would Mrs, .Stillwood come to the young lady as she eras saying that she must see her, "I will eorne,' sa;1 !Laura, nal followed bale uniformed figure into the next ward, where Paneie lay tossing. The gtrl'e tate' wet in banclagee, She would slot be disftgt!red perman, curly, the num said, but her hetuty will be in eoltltse ter sante time, that was certain, And 1o0Ause She hada been told mat and was very hysterical, she had taken 1t into 1101' ]teed that she was going t¢ die --of w11lch there was trot the least danger, But Pansie was' afraid of death— from some vague idea thatconfes- sion might help matters, here -or hersalter, site had sent for Laura,. Now she citing to her, "I want. you to forgive me before I d10,' Wm sobbed, as Laura set be - Side her, - "I know .I've been a down'r'ight wicked girl, but it was all Clive's remit, He thought 1!.' all out --he planned it, it's his sin not mine and 11e,ougbt to be lying here instead of me;" "Clive? Do you mean Clive Marlow?" Laura rerneanlbea'ed those instinctive doubt which had assail. her. "But he is nothing •to you except the poor actor you askew Toby to help." She saw the cunning look on Pansie's 'face, "Tie's a lot more to me than that. He's' my brother,"' Laura felt the world was going round with her. "Your brother—hitt I thought you were alone in the world, Your step- father in Newoastle--?e "0h, that was all a fairy tale that Clive helped me to make u'p," Pansie's voice had a touch of con- tempt now, "At first we never thought of anything but me getting on the films, then when that was so easy, thanks to Toby, we went one further and I did the poor starving actor stunt, whioh got •Clive brought in, too. After that he had a fresh brain wave—he meant to get you and. Toby divorced so that Toby would many me, and I think Clive had some idea of you consoling yourself with him, But bhat didn't matter so much, The great idea was to make Toby jealous of him— of Clive, I mean—so that I could butt in as the consoling angel. And it very nearly worked," added Pansie with what was almost sotto - faction. "Then you do mot care for Toby:"' Laura hated to pot the question, but et had' to be asked, "Of course I dontt," said Pansle. "But I did mean to get right to the top of the film world and I knew ho could put me there, My face value would help and bow—bow," She was so sorry for herself she went off into floods of tears again. But for once Laura did not heed the sorrow of another, One thing alone was clear. She alight easily have given this heart- less girl up to her own dear Toby, thinking her no more than young and weak and passionate- .4n- slead— —s She prose suddenly. "Tause, youwill get better, - ana then you must think what you will do to matte amends for all the trouble you have caused. I am sorry for you and that is all I can say now —I am going back now to my bus - Mud, 1 -Ie needs—me," She returned to Toby and this time went straight over to his bed. "What are you going to say—and do—Laura " he asked, and she was bh1011ed. by the knowledge that he had not asked her how Pansie was, "Look after you, I suppose," she said softly, "It seems as if you will need a—a nurse for a time." 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