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Meryl and
By
CHAPTER I.
Who Is Meryl?
When Giles Reydon met Meryl
Valliant be mistook her for a
waitress, next for an actress, then
for a flim star, and a cold-blooded
little gold-digger into the bargain.
But Meryl was tone of these
things and he was a long time be -
for he found oat his mistake,
He first set eyes on her as she
was waiting at toble at The Glebe
Hotel at Sandbays, attending to the
Retribution
Susan Redgrave
weeds of hungry golfers and deftly
as if to the manner born.
They were unexpectedly short-
handed at The Glebe -when she
arrived that afternoon, paying a
holiday visit tp Mrs. Johnstone, her
old nurse, and she had jumped joy-
fully into the breach.
"I've always longed to help in a
busy eating place in the rush hours,
Nannie," she pleaded. "This won't
be quite so thrilling, but I'd love to
try my hasd at waiting at table."
Airs, Johnstone strongly disap-
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proved, but she Was very hard
pressed; besides, when had she
ever been known to resast her nuts
ling when that young lady put her
head oa ane side, widened her
eyes and cajoled her?
"You always did know how to
twist mo round your little finger.
]lits .Meryl;' the pinrnp, comely wo-
man greased. `'W at Airs. Valliant
would say if she knew, I can't
think."
"Then• I may?" trilled Meryl
'Cheers."
"Goodness knows I'm glad enough
of an extra band, and even so well
be one short," said the harassed
testers of The Glebe. "But you
mustn't keep it up one hour longer
than is necessary;' she stipulated
weakly.
''P'raps it will be necessary for
suite a long time," suggested Beryl
hopefully.
'It won't!" snapped Mrs. John-
stone- "Ted's 'phoning up to the
agency for another waiter this very
minute,"
"Let's hope they won't have one
handy," gurgled Meryl.
Her services were not needed un-
til dinner was ready to serve, but In
the meantime she hunted up a frivo-
lous scrap of lawn and 15ee that did
duty as apron, and a smaller scrap
that sh poised with immense satis-
faction, and some difficulty, on her
bright curia and called a cap.
Small wonder .that, a couple of
hours- later, Giles Reydon vaguely
thought she must have walked
straight out of a musical comely.
Mrs. Johnstone warned the staff
that not a word :was to- be said.* to
the effect that Miss Valliant was—
well, Miss Valiant, and not one of
themselves and entranced Meryl got
to work.
Though. she was inwardly bub-
bling with excitement, outwardly
she .took her duties very seriously,
and Gi1es's attention was first at-
tracted by •the soft clearness of her
pretty voice.
"Soup, sir?" she murmured in his
ear, "Consomme a 1a Monte Carlo."
''Soup? Yes " said Giles, and
thought no more of the owner of
of the charming voice until a beauti-
ful little hand, exactly the warm
ivory tint of a pearl, and with ex-
quisitely tended nails, set his soup
before him. They were the kind of
hands shown in beauty advertise-
ments.
"Odd" thought Giles idly. "They
look like the lovely hands of a SIM
star."
He mill
kt -v nothing more of -the
waitress than, her charming voice
and surprisingly beautiful hands,
and since he was a hungry man, and
had had live hours out in the brac-
ing` air Straight off the North Sea,
he was not particularly curious.
It was almost at the end of the
well1-cooked meal.—,rho food at The
Glebe was so good' ,that it was no
wonder all the rooms were usually
booked, far ahead -that he hecarne
aware of a fair head of soft curls
sear the: left shoulder of the man
opposite him, and, ettw ,that the
early tinted hand, with its slim,
pering finger's, was placing petit
souffle au oheddor before at old
Whighatn, who loved his dinner
more than all the rest of the world
put together,
"Gooch good]" said the
old
aG
little ve later, complimentsmsmacking his ilts
cook." to the
.,yam r,"urmrured the Protty
voice. "Thank
t;files Yom, sir,"
looked;'ehanply across the
tale, rte. meet
t a par of dancing
the pink 1i Yes and he w that
the ps were pursed; like a
s who is trying not to laugh.
Ile furthermore noticed that when
the smile could, no longer be re-
pressed, those pink lips lifted a
shades at thou left corner, as if point -
trig the way to a dimple fast play,
ekl ,there.
Then the musicahcoptedy touch
and again he looked -sharPlY
at the girl.' face,
ey this time She Wee the pink of
prcmrlety, and he wag slightly ells-.
appointed, It was amazing bow
well-groomed and well spoken all
the girls are nowadays; he thought
14117., but did not dream the waitress
was in reality no waitress,
An hour later he was called to
the telephone; to had to his. annoy -
duce that be must be in London for
an important interview at ten in
the morning. .He had been looking
forward to this holiday after a long
spell of strenuous work, and ' now
he mut start off soon after six in
the morning.
He event to the office to tell Mrs.
Johnstone and ask for his bill, to
save time in the morning. The port-
ly lady was alone in the office, and
he was explaining the reason for his
early start when a light little figure
with the most absurd cap and apron
and head of sunny curls, fairly
danced into the room.
"Didn't I do it beautifully, Nan-
ny darling, Meryl, cried,
throwing both arms round her neck
in a strangling hug. "Frederick
says I might have waited at table
all nay lite for all the difference
anybody could tell. Ah, I did love
It!" she breathed ecstatically.
"You're always so impetuous, my.
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t Your Farm
Sale 1
£ plus
Our Advertising
equals
£ Money In You r Pocket
iamb,', - sighed Mrs. Johnstone.
"Don't you see Mr. Reydon's here?" j,
The ardent little face flushed,
and for the second ,time Meryl's
pansy -blue eyes and Giles Reydon's ( z
deep-set grey ones met.
'DYbn won't mind me asking you, ♦
Mr. Reydon, not to mention a word 0
Of .Miss Meryl's prank? I wouldn't
have her mother know for the
world,',
•
"Miss Meryl's secret is safe with ♦♦
me," said Giles pleasantly,
".'fro doubt you noticed for your- z
self, sir, that Miss Meryl isn't what z
she pretended to be?" went•on Mrs.
Johnstone. "You see, she's very
different." -
Giles was going to agree when' he j
found .Beryl's eyes filed beseeching-
ly on him. •
"I'm certain Mr. Reydon took me
for a real waitress," she said guile-
•
fully. "He couldn't help it. I was z
exactly like one." ♦
"Certainly," Giles agreed amused- •
•
]y. 'It never crossed my mind
that you were not the genuine
t.ti
•
"You see, Nannie," cried Miss
Valliant, far more pleased than her
ex nurse, '"I can go on doing it all
perfectly well."
ZS
"j declare I didn't know which •
way to turn. "or I'd never have giv- 1 •
en my consent, Miss Aleryl, to you
playacting here at The Glebe."
So his first vague impression had
been correct, Giles decided. This
dainty little girl was on the stage,
and was collecting local colour, so
to speak, for a new part.
"I must see Johnstone about the
smoke -room items," said the good
lady bustling out and leaving the
Pair to themselves,
"Queer," ,thought Giles. "If the
girl Wasn't an actress—or is it
films?--il'd say she was feeling shy
at this moment,"
Meryl was perched on the arm of
the chair :dm, Johnstone had left,
swinging her slim, crossed ankles,
booking np at the .tall man through
the thick tangle of her amazingly
long and curly lashes,
Artificial, no doubt, those lashes,
Giles falsely concluded He had
heard that such things were con-
trived, though he could not for the
life of him see how. They looked
genuine enough.
"Thus is. a complete change for
you?" he hazarded, -when It seemed
she was not going to break the
silence
„Absolutely,” agree Meryl, "And
I love it."
So that was her line, thought the
man, a little cynically. The gush-
ing, guileless ingenue. It suited
her all right, and he'd no objection
to playing up to her,
(TO BE ONTINGED.)
NOW I8 THE TIME TO HAVE
YOUR HARNESS REPAIRED
'T CHAPMAN
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