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Gladden again, and had to share a two-roomcd fiat
Would he have learned of Iter :then;'
stupid engagement? Mabel hissed her,
Three daYs of sheer toy followed "You're in love all right" she
for Hazel. exulted, "Isn't it gorgeous?"
I3eautjful t became obvious to Iter ater 'Tr you it 1s—you know. .lollns
the first morning that Mug goosonttrange spThe fearthad not mentioned her enbagemunt of loss is the final teat
and she lost all sense of re.tra.lua of loving. It haunted Hazel and,
in Bill's company, Mabel, too, saw with an altogether new lack et
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The House
Wednesday, Oetg er 8th, 1940
By Mander Ross
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I'm young enough to want to put
my feet in the sea," Ile had laughed,
and when she had offered to join hint,
fox soave reason the others had let
them go off by themselves„ iStrangs
had strolled in and sat at the plauo
and Mabel had accompanied him. So
Hazel had taken Bill down and they
had both sat on the sand and taken
off their shoes and stockings with
rnuch laughter and a gay protest front
him that she would spoil her beauti•
dui frock, as if she had cared.
"We'll have a real moonlight swim'
one night," she had ebaded while she
tugged at her golden stockings of
sheer silk having kicked off her
dainty slippers,
"That would be splendid. Come
on, let's play kids to -night."
They had wandered for an hour
along the sea margin,
"Aye, but this is grand," he mum
inured on a long breath of delight -
"Wonderful," she had replied, and
never thought how strange it was that
she who had been in fashionable
Deauville so short a time ago should
be so thrilled, at the childish act of
paddling.
"It's a jolly good thing we have to
slave fifty weeks in theyear so that
We can appreciate a space like this,
You can't play properly unless you' t
work -hand,"
lit made her ashamed of her idle g
days. She had a sudden desire to do e
and be something.
When they got back and were Put.
ting on their foot gear, Bill had lean-
ed back on his elbows drinking in the
calm loveliness Of the evening. z
The moon was up over the hills
behind them making the water mys-
tic. The world breathed sweetly in
sleep.
"I always think the hour after
sunset is so lonely, don't you? Yon
can go on alone all day doing your job
with never a thought else, but at
nigrt there's a sadness—if you are
alone as I am, nearly always. You
do want a companion then."
He turned to her and their eyes
anet. She couldn't make out the ex-
pression in his, in the vague light,
but she was wondering now whether
there had or had not been a peronal
call in his voice. How she had for- j
gotten her sophistication or she would ;
have shepherded the conJersatton in-
to some pen of understanding. But
.she was no longer the old Hazel; ahe
was a very young and rather mysti-
fied girl tasting love for the first
time, in amaze with it, incapable of
any arta.
Then they had walked up the steps
and at the top, as though this was a
secret they shared, he whispered—
'Don't forget that moonlight swim
e -morrow,"
It was hours before Hazel slept
hat night, and when she was dres-
ing in the morning she knew the one
thing that mattered was meeting- Bill
the change, but she made no tom- pride, she trembled with unexpress-
ment Instil Hazel broached the sub• ed questions,
iect. The afternoon was glorious, In
"~Don't mention my engagement." towns It must have beep sultry, but
she pleaded. here with a cool breath coming oil'
"You mean---?" the water it was hot enough to he
ht wasn't necessary to put the enoyable yet comfortable enough to
thought into words; they bath un- waik
derstood. Hazel and Bill took their tea with
"011, but I'm glad," cried Mabel ^them and went inland over the
and caught the other girl and twirl- waste of gentle hills full of verdure
ed her round the room, ".A.nd don't and sweet smells and with a view
you think life splendid?" of the water far behind,
"I do. Do you like him " They talked as they went of t
Mabel nodded excitedly, •ih•ousaucl subjects, at first easily, but
"And what about the richReggie.' wheu they sat down for tea, a con -
"I've finished with all that." stralnt fell upon Hazel and seemed
"And has Bill said anything?" to communicate itself to her com-
came the girlish curiosity, panion.
Hazel shook her �h?ead.
"I'm trying to tel myself It isn't
that. I mean even if he doesn't--
doen't love ate, I should never go
back to Reggie and the smart crowd.
Something has got a hold on me. I
don't feel the same. But then I did-
n't feel before."
"And now—?"
'Don't ask me, Mabe. I couldn't
put it into words. All I know is
that I'm happy and afraid—"
! "Don't be afraid. I've been watch-
ing Bill, His eyes tell me—well,
what he will be telling you ve •y
soon. But are you quite sure? 010
you give everything up for him?
That's what it means—he's poor.
What will your mother say,"
"I don't care."
"But she'll try to stop you."
"No one and nothing can stop me.
Or, if he would only speak! I'd be
the happiest girl in the world, even
if I had to wait like you are waiting
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It was a look in his eyes, as she
met them once suddenly turning.
that betrayed his thought.
In that instant she knew that he
was in love with her and was coa-
templating telling her so,
Wine ran through her veins and
she knew her hands trembled as she
leaned baok on them.
The silence held. What was he
thinking? Was he afraid to express
himself Was be weighing his
chances and, wondering whether
what he had to offer was all insuf.
fi cf eat?
She wished she could tell him he
had the world to offer if he would.
That she was eager to accept him as
he was, knowing so little 'of him
and his affairs. Maybe he, too,
was conscious in this moment that
they had exchanged few confidences.
She had evaded the circumstances
of her life and sought none of his.
Even Mr, Strange 'knew little about
either Mabel or her—unless Mabel
had confided in him, Had she?
And did Bill, through Mr. Strange,
know of her idle life Was Bill
thinking she was in some sphere
removed from himself, wondering
whether 1t Was ,presumptuous for
him to declare his lova.
Or washe doubting whether a girl
who had lived as she had lived could
make a fit mate for him. She could --
she knew she could. She felt it in her
to serve and love, she could make
hint happy in every way and yearn
ed. for the chance.
Love had shaped her to its own
dear ways.
"Hazel?"
His voice broke into 'herr thoughts.
The tone of it told her heart that,
what she had waited for was hap-
pening. It was music, that voice
of his with its soft pleading, its
newer intimacy.
'She turned and, hoping her eyes
were not too obviously traitors to
her secrets.
"Perhaps you will think it too
soon. 1 have known you only a feW
days. But what's time. You don't
labs to wait a Year to know you—
you 'ove a picture when you see it,
or a -book when you read it, or a
lovely bit of country. And I knew
I—I liked you—tremendously—
.the moment We met, May I tell
you?—you don't mind, do you? -1
know it seems more than I ought to
venture to dream about, or to say,
but that first night when we walked
beside the sea with our shoes and
stockings off, it seemed incredible
that you could ever lick your love•
liners—your life—with an ordinary
fellow. Especially an ugly fellow
like --well, like I am."
.Her eyes, with happiness shining
like a sun behind mist, were on
him. If he had any doubts they
fled then.
"Ugly?" she said, on a tremulous
laugh that rippled with the zona
that was in her heart. But she could-
n't finish. There was no need.
In a rapture his arms reached for
her and, joyous in surrender she
leaned towards him.
The little space that had divided
them was swallowed up and their
arms were holding. Their lips inst.
For Hazel it was re-birtlh. They
were gods creating a new heaven
and a new earth,
Darling—darling." He was whiz
pering against her lips. `rben be
leaned back and looked at her glow -
Ing face and starry eyes, as though
he gazed on something that could-
n't be quite true,' "Does this really
mean you—love me?"
"Yes, B•111, Indeed I do, i hays
loved, You, too, from the first night..
Let me throw all pride to tete
winds; live ached for you to tell
me. You see, I have never loved be-
for'e.".
He saw the shadow that at her
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her eyes, hut he did not question,
This was no' moment for questions,
he was lost in triumph,
But Hazel was remembering that
she wes still formally engaged to
another man, In a second she cast
aside the thought. She would soon
break that ok—it had never matter-
ed as this mattered. Oh, but she
wisred she had neber said. that care,
less "yes" to Reggie. How right
Mabel had been in telling her it
would spoil the bliss of real loving
when it came,
It had come, and with all her new-
born soul she regretted that ever
she had dallied with his holy loue.
But she was destined not to be
able to pint the past aside so easily.
Even as she gave herself once again
to Bill's arms, even as she revelled
in the passion of hie kisses, a sound
came out of that world she Wanted
to forget.
The distant but slowly nearing
thrum of an engine.
An. aeroplane engine,
And some instinct, or the cdrrent
we call teleprathy, told her it was
Reggie's plane that she saw vol -
Planing past the headland and male,
ing for the broad sand towards
where their bungalow stood.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Hostess (gushingly): "Yon know
I've •heard a great deal about you.'
Politician (absently): "Possibly.
but you can't prove anything."
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