HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1940-2-28, Page 2THE BRUSSELS PIXT
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starlight For Sall
By Amy l 'Her
"You were looking wistful just
now, darling, What were you
thinking about to melte you look so
wistful on a day like this?"
"I was only thinking you know so
little about me, Garth."
"You said that once before, Are
you trying to tell me something,
mysterioushidY? Some dark secret?"
"Now you're laughing.•.
"My sweet, of course I'm laugh-
ing, You haveu% any dark secrets.
I wish I'd met You at tate beginning
of my leave, instead of towards the
end. There isn't much time."
Something stabbed her sharply, as
if his words had been knives.
"Not much time? Are you go-
ing back soon.". She questioned.
"About another month now. But
one can get a fat into a month.
We're going to. You've given me
so much joy already, Anita."
With the instinct of pride, she
fought against the enprehension of
disappointment. He smoke as if be
did not look beyond the brief re-
maining time of his leave.
Until now she had put away from
her the question of where all this 1
-was to lead. She had lived from
day to day, but she bad known all
the while that he was going back to
India. !
She had felt as if he was" leading
her on, to a still more perfect hap-
piness. Love at first sight, hours
of blissful companionship. Would
he be content to leave her behind,
after all?
He must not guess what she was •
feeling, so she said the first thing ;
that occurred to her.
"Why do you call me Anita?"
"Isn't it your name?"
"You know it isn't."
"It's a pretty name, and it suits
you. And as we are going to see
quite a lot of each other for the next
four weeks, I must have a name to
use sometimes. We are going to f
retake the most of what the fates
have sent us, aren't we, darling?"
The pain was definite now, a tar- She looked. down on him, and her
pouting question. She could
not; heart was a battleground of con-
anawer him, flirting emotions, Those closed eyes,
"It's the only way to get'the thosro )hubs relaxed in indolent
most out of lips," he went on, "Jus f ,suli'ender to the drowsy influences
to take whatever we can. of bappi• 01' the sunnier afternoon. That was
ness. 'inborn to -morrow and dead 4 all be wanted, to dream away an
yesterday'—what )ltd old Omar say?
Do you remember?"
"Why fret about them if to -day be
sweet?' " she fln!shed the quotation.
"Today is sweet," said Garth,
"You feel that, don't you? Let's be
happy Yesterday is- dead and to.
morrow may never be born. Now
draft let's Ore serious' any snore.
We've four weeks before I have to
go away, and we'll be' together event'
hour we can. Kiss me, 'sweet!"
She gave the kiss he sought, but
it was bitter. She understood now.
There was no future to :their love.
But at least he had not deceived her. and to be hammy in spite of it.
She knew Just where elle was now. Thishour was here at least, what -
.And he must never guess she had ever was to come atter. So she
believers their love would make all 1 laughed with him, teased him and
her future beautiful, played with him, till it was time to
With his head against her heart, 1 part.
his arm about her, she felt es if ,they "You're not pensive now," he said.
were far divided in spirit. • But how "What wasityou wanted to tell me,
was she going to live ,without this I wonder?"
newifound happiness; this hope that '"Oh, nothing that matters!" she
had' glorified life? answered
idle hour at her side. He didn't
tare what it meant to ber, that she
bad given him her heart to play
with.
He opened" his eyes, gulled up at
her lazily, and the spell was upon
her again.
For the resit of the afternoon
was nothing on the surface to tell
that she had passed through a
crisis in her emotional We, fie
was unconscious that he had re-
vealed: anything to her that she had
not known before. She tried to
forget the shadow that had arisen,
He was unconscious of any change
in their companionnhip, and laps-
ing into a dreamy silence, lay halt
asleep, in the drowsy afternoon;
content to feel her neer him.
Yesterday she had been content,
too. To -day ehe did not know how
to bear the pain at her breast. He
would leave her by and by. She
bad known this wonder only to
hunger for tt, through all the empty
I years to come.
She could never be the same as
(before he had found her. He didn't
really love her. If he did. he
wouldn't talk calmly of living only
in the passing hour. He would
want her always, as she wanted
him.
"If to -day be sweet."
"If it's es hot as this to -morrow,
what shall we do. Go down to the
sea, or stay here?"
"I like the river best," she said.
"Then ¢'11 wait at the usual
!place," said Garth.
As she went back to the .house,
she thought: "It would be better if
I d!dn't meet him again, It can
only snake it harder, when, the
time comes to past."
But all the same, she knew she
would meet him—that it was beyond
her power to .deny herself the
bitter-sweet indulgence of his love-
making. She would have 'some-
thing to remember at least.
When she went into her bedroom,
she found ,the chambermaid putting
a rose in a vase beside her bed.
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'"It's so sweet, IVIebel," she sald,
"1 haven't seen any like it in the
garden."
"No, madam," the girl answered,.
"It doesai'•t conte foamT our gulden."
"Where does It ieomo from?" ask-
ed Sally, Her thoughts flew to
Garth,
!.'hese Poses, ii'eali each • day be-
side her pillow, 1t would be just
like him to send them. And Mabel
Iooked conscious.
"Someone asked me to put 'them
here for you, madam. They come,
Irani a garden in the village."
"Who is it?" questioned Sally.
"It's Percy. madam."
"Percy?" repeated .Sally..
"It was he :who recognised you,
He's seen, all your pictures. He's
got a portrait of you In his room.
"Percy " depeated ;Sally. "I don't
understand. How could he have
my portrait?"
"We shan't any of us say any-
thing, madam, but of course we
'know who you, are," said Mabel,
demurely.
"Who am I?" pried Sally, "What
do you mean?"
"I didn't mean anything, madam,
if you'd rather nat,"'said Mabel.
"But—I Want to know," 'Sally in-
sisted.
"Will you 'wait a minute, please.
I want to show you something,"
Mabel replied,
Sally sat down and looked at the
rose, Altrflbute of admiration from
a humble admirer, to --whom?
Whose portrait didthe infatuated
bay cherish?
Mabel returned, to lay a news-
paper and a magazine on the "table
beside the flower+vase; She then
went quietly from the room,
Sally took np the magazine and
from its cover a life-size 'coloured,
portrait of a girl looked back at her.
It might have been her own por-
trait not as the Golconda had known
her, 'bet as' the beauty specialist had
made her. The hair of the girl on
the magazine cover was dressed
like her own; the resemblance in
features and expresion was extra-
ordinary,
"The real Anita Pearl (see special
article)." •
Anita! That was what Garth•had
•called her, only that afternoon.
Sally had, heard Of Anita Pearl,
the film star; but as It happened,
had, never seen her, Nb one bad
ever noticed the resemblance be.
tween• the beauty of HollyWood and
the My' typist till now; but then, it
had not bee nso naked; before the
Bond Street expert had taken Sally
in hand. And 'there are, as we all
kncav, hundreds of girls who are
flattered by a likeness to some
famous star being commented upon
and exaggerated.
,Sally Was not a film .fan. Joan
knew much more about the pictures
than she did, having more leisure
and several boys who tools her to
cinemas. Prank .Flyllyer, Sally's
frequent companion, 'vas an out-
door man by inclination, and as she
shared his tastes, had spent all her
free time in the open air.
During her days at Bracken Tor
Scall, elle had !been too engrossed
with her romance to look at a news-
paper. Nov she took up the one
Mabel lead, left, and again the face
that) might halve been her own look-
ed back at her.
"Miss Anita Pearl, whose mystea
Ions disappearance is' causings a
sensation,"
,Sally read
he
before she turned d• ba'ckaper account
zine, to, the maga-
Anita it soerned had come over
to Europe to complete a new :pic-
ture, the scenes of which were laid
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in the English countryside. It was house." she questioned, "Oh, it's
founded on a Victorian novel, which
had made a certain district famous.
Por the heroine, a simple girl of
eventeen, Anita had been chosen
as the ideal represenitative. The fact
that the film was to be made
amongst the actual scenes immort-
alised in the novel had been one of
the greatest advertised attractions.
And' now Anita. had vainehed, no-
body seemed to know why or where.
Various eatpls-nations had been sug-
too absurd! Only a silly boy would:
get the idea in his head."
TO 3317 CONTINTJBD,
Huron In Hurry
To Meet Debts
Ahead of Time
`Goderich — As though in a hurry
to assist the County of Huron to pay
its final debenture payment. of $12,-
'500,
12;'500, due this year, and thus render
gested. Various people had been the county free of debt for the first
interviewed, without any satis- time in 100 years, two urban muni -
factory result. bipalities have already prepaid
Sally looked at the rose again, their county ,taxes, due December
and thought of the homage in 20, 1940. As a further evidence at
Percy's eyes. It had not been giv- the fine financial .shape they are
en to her, but to the star whom he several urban municipalities are
worshipped from afar. now financing the year round With -
"Does Beth think I'an Anita Pearl? out borrowing' one cent from the
Has the rumour gone through the banks.
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NOW 13 THE TIME TO HAVE
YOUR HARNESS REPAIRED
M CHAPMAN
Brussels, Ont.
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