The Brussels Post, 1938-11-30, Page 2THE BRUSSELS POST
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New Ro
mtic Story
A Very Fine Novel for Both the Old
and Young People to Read
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TOJRNAMENT
WEDNESDAY, NONIWMBER 30th
BY DORTHY KNIGHT
CHAPTER I.
Goldilocks.
"Laura, I wish you could se
her: •She's wonderful:"
"Another star in. embryo, Toby?'
Laura Stillwood smiled over th
breakfast table at her husband with
gentle amusement in her dark grey
eyes. Toby Stiblwood's buckling
stars always made her smile. They
so often were but shooting stars
who flew across the skies of ,the
filar world for a few moments and
then fell into darkness of obscurity
gain.
Toby was a scenario writer for
e New English Film Company,
and the studios were quite near to
't a pretty house they had long since
taken to be near his work.
Toby bad brains and good looks,
t he was inpulsive, too ready
let his heart run away with his
ea& Continually was he using
s influence to get "in" people who
ere not worth his kindly beliefs.
eters whom he felt sure were bud.
lig Clark Gables, and girls who
Id be absolutely certain to wipe
arbo off the face of the earth
nder his guiding hand, and In
led into the limbo of the lost
ri of whom he was speaking
erefcre, roused only a very
terest !n the mind of his
ho was sweet and charming
to grace any film, but yet
ed to remain at home, loving
ahand and her pretty river -
Ila. Lada Stillwood was a
she had a quiet and forre-
re, and people often mistook[
some years older than she
de with Toby required think- I
t. .He was erratic to the last
and though he made mis-�
his choice of the people he
I, he was regarded by the
os their star writer, and
was allowed to suggest
arts when usually such
ged to the Casting Dir-
ector.
People of discernment knew one
day Toby Stillwood might become
e a very great person, always provid-
e ed that he did not "come a cropper"
through his blindness in not seeing
• that which lay at his feet.
"Little Pansie O'Connor is going
to_ be a second ales)* Pickford—the
World's Sweetheart we knew in
tate past," said Toby, in reply to his
wipe's remark and his handsome
dark eyes shone with all the fire
and enthusiasm Laura knew so well.
i "Site is only seventeen and has the
most glorious golden, curly hair I
have ever seen. Believe me, Laura,
she will be the ideal leading lady
for Goldilocks and the One Bear."
"Tour new story," said Laura,
and there was a hint of wistfulness
in her clear voice.
That particular plot had been
helped by her the simple story of a
girl and a real "bear" of a man and
their eventual love,
It jarred on her somehow to think
Toby had found the ideal heroine in
the manner he had,
Pansie O'Connor had been dis-
covered sitting on the steps of the
main entrance to the studios ons
wet morning, tears running down
her face, golden curls all tumbling
about her shoulders, while clasped
to her beart had been a mongrel
terrier, in a manner somewhat rem-
iniscent of Peg 0' My Heart,
The girl was seventeen she ex.
retuned, She was lost, and she
was penniless. .Also she had run
away from a very, very unkind step-
father in Newcastle and she was
hungry,
''Tye poor little devil had only
sixpence I1a'penny!" Toby had
Bald to Laura when telling her
about ft. "Think of it: -Sixpence
ha'penny and curls like a Goldllocks
tome to life from a fairy story!"
Of tourse Pansie ha(Lbeen given
lwlc 11, and sympathetic men, and
rather less credulous women, had r
ei4
listened to her tale of woe and
eventually she had been given
crowdwork, That had been a week
ago, and in that time Pansie had
shown such talent, such charm
and such personality, she was being
discussed for a part in the next Pro-
duction.
',I yant her for Goldilocks," said
Toby the impressionable, and the
Casting Director had pursed up his
lips and nodded.
The girl looked the part, she was
young and she was very very keen.
Also she aright be satisfied with a
small salary since 5110 was a no-
body.
"I am sure she will sweep the
country," Toby said to Laura, as he
lit a cigarette over his last cup of
coffee.
At the door stood his two-seater
he wasdue to be at the studios
within an hour, The sun shone on
the well -kept garden, and on the
river beyond, everything looked
calm and peaceful, yet suddenly
Laura was conscious of a shadow
over her little haven.
"Are you so sure of her, Toby?"
she asked, leaning on her elbow
and puffing thoughtfully at her
cigaa'ette. "She may have lovely
]fair and blue eyes, but can she
act? Can she do that scene be-
tween Goldilocks and the Bear
when he thinks she is going to
many Walter. You know, where—"
Toby rose and pitched his cig-
arette into his cup where it hissed
in protest,
"She is the part, Laura. She has
tears in her voice—in her eyes—in
her soul. She has known trouble
that girl."
"At seventeen?" sighed Laura.
"I am sorry for her."
'13e kind to her then and have her
here to dinner tnis week," cried
Toby, pausing at the door and
rumpling up his very dark auburn
hair, "011, 1 know you don't like
strangers, and you think I need a
est over the weekends from busf-
Canadian Winter Eggs Please British Housewives
w
of Canadian core-
' been established
winter -produced
reeln, a move
ted January 1a
dlan Pacific
sailed from
fret carlot
efore the
arried a
eas, the
rodued
'halt.
egga"
had been shipped, England re-
ceiving her fresh eggs front Con-
tinental countries, Canadian gov-
ernment officials stated this pro -
Canadian produ t above thet
stan-
dard of Australian eggs and bring
theist into competition with poul-
try supplies from Denmark, draw-
ing bettor prices Per Canadian
farmers.
Photos above allow: Depart -
tient of Agriculture "light -boa"
test for freshness after 'which
each egg is individually stamped
"Canada"; unloading eggs from
Canadian Pacific Express delivery
truck; the Beaverford sailing
from Saint John with the first
shipment and the smiling British
housewife who won distinction as
being the first user of the Can -
adieu fresh eggs "putting the
finger ort" her package of "firsts".
She said: "They're delicious;
much better than the foreign int.
ported eggs, With Canadian bacon
they form a wonderful tmeali"
Bess, but Jiang it 511 thegi('i is
alone 'here.. She has cluOtnted up
with one of the small part, gide
--
Maisie Someone -Cr. -The -Otter
and they are living together, but
Maisie is not 17err elyle, Pansie le a
nen oas kiddie, 1 think hes'
father-•--ett .ether, that is'--ntust
hate lent her about for her
10 M. 1 ••e i.v.ey with only a patina
note one lot et clothes and puppy-`
dog for seminally. Let her come
dere on Sunday, Laura, and read
the dory over to her, eh?"
I .,,tile she will approve of it,"
said Lr,ura, ane cher fine 'lips curled
a little,
811e was not actually jealous of
Toby, but the woman is not born
who really and truly doesn't mind
hearing her husband ,praise a
strange woman to the exclusion of
the fact that she herself is wearing
a new and- very pretty frock—be-
cause it was her birthday, which
fact he had forgotten!
"Pansie will go road over it," said
Toby, "She is clever, I think, and
she might be able to make one or
two suggestions,"
"Be careful, dear," said Laura,
and she rose and went over to him.
Her eyes kindled. 'She adored
Toby, but to her he was just a big
baby, "You know so little about
her, actually," she added. "And
if you are sorry for her don't let
her ruin your film,"
"Bettington, the producer, is
sure of her," said Toby. And sud-
dently took his wife in his arms
and kissed her. "Laura, you are
always worrying that darling head
of yours that someone will let me
down or pick my brains, or some
such +horrible thing."
He kissed her again and she
clung to him with sudden passion,
oby, I ant frightened that
something will happen to spoil
you!" she said, quaintly,
Toby Stillwood laughed boyishly.
"I'm not a film," he said, press-
ing his cheek against hers.
"Seriously', though, you do rush at
things," said Laura, and into her
grey eyes crept a look of anxiety,
((You are so warm-hearted. and so
impulsive people twist you round
their fingers,
"This girl is as unaffected and as
straight as .a die, Laura," said
Toby. "She is a bora actress,
too."
Laura sighed,
"I earl see you are .impressed with
het'," she remarked, "Well, bring
her along on Sunday and I will
talk to her."
"Good girl." Toby released her
and straightened his tie. "I'm off.
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We tall call her Palrsie-she Is- such
a 11!11,''
'Yes!" sale Laura, and her -tone
was 'non -committal.
S11e watttled her itusband run
down' the drive and climb into his
yellow two-seater, hatless, debonair
—and o11, ao very 1011 of lids own
ideas and dreams!
Ile shot off with a wave of his
left hand and a grin that made hitt
look like an overgrown schoolboy
out for a lark.
"You can't help loving him,"
thought Laura, as she went into the
House again and stood staring
thoughtfully dawn at the disordered
breakfast table.
Yes, she worshipped Toby, and
she wondered why she felt so ap-
prehensive that duty,
"Wish he wouldn't drive so fast,
she thought, "Some day--"
She paled and bit h•er lip. How
foolish she wase to be so nervous
and so silly,
Atter all how could it harm
Toby if he did give a helping hand
to a lonely girl with beauty and
latent talent? Why Should he be
denied the pleasure of putting the
right girl into the pant of the screen
heroine if be .felt she was his ideal.
Hadn't he helped. dozens of other
nlen and women before?
Anil, elle added ,grimly, 'hadn',t
they all flopped?
And whilst Laura was thinking
thsee things Toby was sliding up to
the portals of 'the New English
Film Company, and the commission-
aire was touching his braided cap
and other men were greeting him
gaily. Toby was a first favourite
at the studios, aad his cheery
manner won every Heart.
Standing in the entrance hall was
a small figure in a pale blue suit
lith a Juliet cap of blue crocheted
silk lying Net on a moss of rippling
golden curls.
At her feet lay a small clog deck-
ed up with a huge blue bow, and as
Toby entered a pair of marvelously
blue 'eyes svarkled with joy.
"Oh, Mr. Stillwood! Listen, isn't
this too gorgeous for worlds
Mr. What's—His—Name?—the man
with the bald head and red nose --
Anyway, he says I am to play a
big part in the next film. A film
about Goldilocks, isn't it? He says
I look the part of the heroine, and
he is, waiting to see you and talk it
Ove1', are 11uri'y along, I'ui too eat- -,
obted• and too terrified for worlds,"
"Terrified' — what about" sunned
i'oby, as Lull) johled the girl and Maother young ales,
"I ant afraid," said Pansie O'Con-
nor, and her oyes ,fell and then
rose again to his ,face, °I am
trembling all over,"
°Silly kid," smiled Toby, and 11e
pinched Glia coir .land that wits
P1'essed on 1115 spur, 'iYou needn't'
1)e afraid,"
"A1(t I alt," pouted Pansie, t+I
ani sure 1 shall (lever be able to do
it,"
"Rot!" chimed in another man,
who was devouring the girl's un-
doubted charms, "You'll have the
lot beaten to a frazzle."
"?dr, Bettington is waiting to see
you in the office, Mr. Stillwood,".
said another mail, and added, turn.
Ing to the girl, And he sold would
Miss O'Connor coarse along too?"
"Oh, dear! e sighed Pansie,
"Olt, rubbish!" mocked Toby, and
seizing her by the hand he almost
ran her along the passages and'..
corridors until they came to a door.'
marked "Leo Mathers.—Private,"
"Now for it," said the girl, and
hung back.
"I'm with you," said Toby en-
couragingly, "And, anyway, :I wrote
the darn thing so if anyone pulls
you to bits it will be the author."
Pansie O'Connor flashed her blue
Wee into the dark grown ones re-
garcling her admiringly,
"And --,and will you?" she asked'
softly,
"1:11 reduce you to tears of you're
not good," theatened Togf, "Come
on!"
"Hold my grand," said Pansie.
And curiously enough it was the
hand of the man that trembled as
the small one lay curled so trusting-
ly in his palm.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Women's Liberal
Association
The Brussels Women's Liberal
Association will hold its regular
meeting at the home of Mrs. W. C.
King on Thursday,. Dec, 1st, at S
p.m. Sirs, Harold Parker twill
take as her topic "Germany" and
Mrs. Geo. Santis will have charge of
"Current Events." All inleersted
are Invited to attend,
=SNAPSHOT CUIi
Make a Christmas Picture Book
Let pictures tell the story, Bedtime on Christmas Eve is as impor•
tant to the story as discoveries at the tree next morning. Amateur flood
or flash lamps and supersensitive film put the pictures on a snapshot basis.
PLANNING our Christmas pictures
• is very much like planning our
Christmas,shopping. Far in advance
we resolve to do it early, Day after
day we resolve to do it early. And
then all of a sudden the time is up,
we can't do it early and we don't
eo It well.
So, here's sound advice. •Do it
now! Get yourself pencil and paper
ltd work out a Christmas scenario,
a series of picture that will tell the
whole Christmas story and give
material for the pictorial Christmas
hook you have always wanted to
make.
Then, first thing tomorrow, lay in
proper supply of supersensitive
flim and amateur flood or flesh
blebs, so they will be ready to ]rand
when Christmas comes,
Don't skimp in planning your pic-
ture series. Remember, ft's an occa-
sion that comes only once ,in a year
end even if the children are still
Young, they aro growing up rapidly
as far as Christmas is cancorned.
You will want et least one picture
perhaps several—of decorating
the Christmas tree, If you use a
self -timer, -the whole family can
appear in one picture. Another
"must" well deal with hanging up
the Christmas stockings; Other pic-
tures can be related to these—for
Oxalnple, the children peeping up
the chimney to make sure it le big
enough for Septa's ontranee, A flood
bulb, incised away in a corner of the
fireplace, will give a proper firelight
effect.
Then, there should be a pajama
pieture,witb the Parents admonish-
ing the children to go to bed and be
good and stay there. There iIhcy)j
be a picture sof the children melee)
-they seldom are on Christmas Eve
but they can at last close their byes
and pretend.
Next morning, a picture of ,them
peeping down the stairway; Joyous
snaps as the new toys are discov
Brod. A snap of father trying to put
Junior's new train together --or of
Junior struggling for a chance ,to
play with it himself. Snaps cif the
Christmas dinner, the afternoon
nap, the new sled getting a tryout , , .
There is material here fora whole
album, a book for the years.
Watch your exposures, for those
are pictures you do not want to niies,
lnexpensfve reflectors help Increase
and centro] the tight, lJitit a bo):
catnera at Its largest lens opening,
you can take snapshots using super-
sensitive film and two big No. 2
flood bulbs in cardboard reflectors,
three and four feet from the subject,
For the Christmas tree, which is
dark, use time bulbs, or more if it
is a large tree and the lights haul
to he farther back from 11, And
where possible, try to arrange a lull•
abcod lighting, without 1larsh•bleek
shadows, for these especially hjut'e
child picture, t1'
161 John van Gui1der,