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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1940-9-18, Page 6THE BRUSSELS POST . ' Weds esdar, 'Sentemher 1Sth, 1949 Rush all deliveries, Jim barked the Chief . . . e • Afwititt&aRgatt �sv tO%G DISTANCE �l,I+ . for immediate reports on all contracts!" Yes, TIME is the essence of all contracts these days! Efficient, fast and private in War or Peace, Long Distance Telephone Service is doing its bit on the Home Front. Day and night, Long Distance stands ready and waiting. • For economy, special low rates apply after seven p.m. and all day Sunday. 60 YEARS OF PUB.i.I'C SERVIcl The House Beautiful By Manner Ross j For just a moment she had sense of loss. ;She fancied it woul be fine to feel love like Mabel did Then with a shrug of her shoulder her mind gathered the convention of her normal existence about itself "Don't you think it's wonderful.' queried Mabel. "We don't show our feelings ae you and John do." "Of course I've never spoken about mine like this before, out. Hazel, darling, you do feel all strung up, don't you?" Hazel shook her head with a supercilious smile. , "Then you haven't found the right man," Mabel said. "I do so hope you are slot making a. mistake. That would be awful." "Not altogether fatal and final," said Hazel, Mabel swung to her feet and stood leaning over her friend, "I dcset belieue you are in love with Mr. Moreton," she affirmed, 9ragically. "Fancy, within a few hours of accepting him, consoling yourself with the thought that you will be able to separate if you wan t. to! That Isn't the right way to enter on some ordinary job let alone the biggest thing in life." she stood looking down at her friend, her brows . drawn, her eyes betrayingthe trouble she felt for the alter, 5 With all ,'hazel's' position and. friends she pitied her, and wished she could help somehow. "Don't look so tra,gic," Hanel laughed, But Mabel was making her feel she had taken a dangerous sten, and it disconcerted, her. "But it Is tragic to do such an irrltrievable thing so chrelesaly," Mabel flashed, "I was glad when You told me about it, hoping It meant you were going to be happy as I am. But there's nothing alc ae- a geenrous heart was aching to save d ` this friend of hers iron disaster. So she said quietly— • "Darling, don't think I want to s interfere: its only because I love .i you. I can't bear to think of you ' spoiling your life. I know that under your reserve and, sort of worldly polish you are lively—you deserve the best here is in life but you're not getting it, even if your husband brings you all the luxuries and jewels on earth, Nothing is senti- ment you think? Why, sentiment is all there is in life. It's the beat thing God let slip into the world. You are bound to find that out one day because it is truth. Then. -what? Yon think you can break away if things don't please you. But what has •been can't be wiped out, and, if you sell yourself now you won't ever be able to go to the man you one day will love with that dearness you will want to possess then. It isn't your fault. I don't like speak- ing about someone who has bees kind to me, but it's your mother's fault you are what you are, or rather what you think you are and what you appear to be, But you yourself are not a dressed up butterfly. It only you were out of this atmos phere you'd understand► "We live in difileerns worlds, my dear," said Xazel, but she said it kindly and Mabel detected, the trace of doubt there was in the voice. "I know that." Mabel's eyes were very soft—memory of her own joy brought a mist into them—"but love is' the same, whether it comes in povertip or riches. If it's the right love it is the chief thing. And yours isn't the right sort. I know that I wish I could take you away even for a bit—,—" Sithe paused as that thocght shap- ed itself Into a possibility. ',Let's go—have a holiday front the holiday," she said. "Let's go and talk away from this place. You can't think properly here, But I suppose your mother 'wouldn't let you:' "1 cad do what I like," answered Hazel, "Moreover, mother is off to Paris in a day or two," "Fine. Lee go some'rnhere along the coast where there are no crowds Shall we?" Bezel sighed, She didn't want "'o 'an worry about life, nevertheless some 1 the things Mabel had said had of into her brain, She laughed at tbens outwardly because it was her way to laugh at e'veryt'bing except clone about it. One day you'll know; one day you'll meet the right man, What Shall you do then?" All des, this girl's thoughts bad preen obtruding in Hazel's mind, but even now she would. not admit ti herself she was affected by them. It was just because they had gained a root in her unscioussaess that she new tried to drive them out by an d eisaggerat.denial, "How sibsurd you are „with your. love talk, f don't believe in love .j I believe in taking a good thing ) ° When it comes any way, as any g business span 'would a deal,'' Mahel toot no offence; her DVCt �. ;Theite ie no► °get ItdaCar,JUST EWE OCHUM poverty, "It will look different In the morning," she evaded. "Aren't you tired?. I am, "And I'nn keeping you up Ake a selfish beast." "You're certainly not that,'' smiled Ilazel with a rare touch of feeling. ISlie'hail never felt so close to any human being as she did to Mabel to -night, There was no gainsaying her .sincerity. .. • In three days, much to Reggie's disgust and everyone's surprise, Hazel and Mabel went off to some place they wouldn't specify, That was because they did not know where they were going. CHAPTER III, A Stranger In Eden, It took them three days to reach Eden. Having each a rucksack and no other impedimenta, they loitered along the coast, taking a train o boarding a 'bus and moving on. Always the sparkling blue of th sea was on their left, and between grassy rises little beaches opened to view. 1t was the sight of a bungalow with a notice board against its white gate that eventually t,ia Mabel they had reached their destin- ation. The notice said "Louer," and seemed to invite them up the narrow pebbly path to a veranda smothered in 'westeria, 'Look,'' she cried, "the very place, and it's to let. Isn't it charming?' "Yes," agreed Hazel. She was tired as she had never been tired in her life—a healthy tiredness after a ten mile tramp over the undulating coast, uery di!' ferent from the weariness she had known after late nights among her another's friends with dancing and roulette between meals at absurd hours. "Come on," urged Mabel, and be- fore the other could answer she bac. opened the gate and tripped along the path. The structure was of wood and it was all painted red, The name of it was "Le Bungalow Rouge," in tact, but if originally its color hap been glaring against the green of the country and the blue 'of the sea, time had faded it to softness and nature had hung it about with a multitude of blooms. Thd natural garden ran sideways lip a slight hill on the crest of which was a summer house. Mabel led the way to this and then they saw the real beauty of the spot. "Our own bathing pooland a private stairway to it," she' cried, excitedly. It certainly was a delightful spot. +From a terrace that ran the length of the •building the owner had con- structed' a stairway down what was nearly a 'precipice. The wooden steps, guarded by rails in places of danger, zigzagged among the rocks leading lo a pool amid rocks on the beach sixty feet below, ,Ouriously this was the only place in the beach where there were rocks. For the rest on both sides were literally miles of sand which was absolutely deserted, "This is my idea of a holiday place," said Mabel. "I wish John was here. Perhaps we might--_' She broke off with a wistful smile. "I know," said Hazel, smiling too, "yon are thinking what a lovely place for your honeymoon." Mabel shook her sunny curls is admission. °'Lucky you," said Hazel. Which was an unconscious indi- cation of the change that wad creeping into her outlook. She hal begun to see through her friend's eyes. The peace of the world wan entering her heart now she had been snatched away from the arti- ficiality of her usual surroundings. Mabel shot a roguish glance side - Ways, She had noticed the differ - ellen from boredom to drawing in- terest la simple things—but she said nothing. They walked, round the garden, peered tram the railings of the ter- race down the melte, peeped through the windowe to glimpse at cosy in- teriors. wreathed in smiles at sight of the kinglish girls gave them the keys and the, name of an agent in the village, which clustered round a 'euren steeple half a mile down the white road, and bank they ,w.ent, .0 go over the bungalow, It surpassed their hopes with its cool rooms over chintz curtains anti• coverings, its deep setees and .chairs tta obvious taste and comfort, Titet evening they had installed themselves, and under guidance Hazel was assisting in cooking the first meal she had ever attempted finding it fun to creek eggs and empty the contents unbroken into the frying pan, and to penetrate the mysteries of a stove that was fed with oil, The sun hail disappeared over a headland that rose to the west; across the sea which evening paint- ed its gradually gloonming greys. Silently the girls sat on the terrace while night slowly took Possession of their world. The breeze died and a moon behind them etched the outlines of the bungalow on the grase, "Wou are dozing," chided Mabel after a long pause. It was true, Hazel's eyes had d cooped. "I4m so tired," she admitted. ",Bedtime. We shall sleep to- night, and T shall be routing you out at six in the morning for r swim." "I thought we were going to have e a holiday." smiled Hazel. "So we are—from .night time. We'll get up and go to bed with the sun. They say that change is the essence of a holiday," "It will be a change for me to get up at sunrise—in summer." But next morning they put on their bathing costumes and descend- ed• the stairway to the pool. The water was fresh and invigorating. Soon they left the enclosure and creeping like a couple of happy children clambered with many a laugh and slip out to the open water and swam. In an hour they were still in their swimming kit eating breakfast on the terrace, ''Mother would wat'n me that .1 shall lose my 'figure eating like this," laughed Hazel. "It isn't food but laziness makes you fat," declared :Mabel. "Which means you want me 90 bestir myself and wash up, I sup- pose." "No, I'll do that," and Mabel jumped to her feet. "I beg your pardon," said a voice from the railing. The girls swung round to stare at a man who was smiling at their He had come up the stab -way from the beach and, stood, his hat in his hand, regarding them, TO BB CONTINUED, Then they were across the road d 'inquiring at the whitewashed hotel to whicir the notice 'directed anyone 'wishing to learn partloulars regarding the renting o1 the 111110 lioness A bbilxeth woman Whose - face Fall Fair Prize Lists The Prize List for East Huron Fall Fair has just been prepared by those in charge and, is now pri it - ed and in the hands of the sec -e. tary, D, McTavish, from whom you may obtain your copy at once. Tho fair will be held this year on Fri- day and Saturday, Sept. 27th and Sept, 28th. The list has been revised and offers some very at- tractive prizes. Get your copy now. and plan to make a substantial number of entries at your local fair. 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