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The Brussels Post, 1940-9-4, Page 7ddr Ven, Vail tee- the tan we (bag pir- Etat- ace- atp- Iian to also to rt THE BRUSSELS FOSTWednes :ay: ae� teanuea: 4th, 40 ' Read reps smart Novel The Elouse Beautiful By Mander Ross C=0 CHAPTER CHAPTER I. Love Is a Song. "Ready in there?" "In a minute,'/ There was a world of difference betweeilh the two voices) Outside the bedroom r door Mabel .Doyle stood with her tees aglow, holding a {bathing wrap about her rattler full figure, her legs pink and chubby beneath. The wrap, the bathing costume, the rubber cap completely hiding .her sunny durls—ail were blue sky So mere her laughing eyes.—eyes that looked gaily out on the world from beneath long, glinting lashes, ' as though We was an adiventure of which no moment must be missed. filer voice was not cnly merrf, It .held an asswranee of a joy round the corner. No one was ever despon- dent is Mabel's company. But inside the bedroom, Hazel Viney spoke with a quiet, detached tone that sounded like indifference. She was standing before the mire ror adjusting a shoulder strap of her fragile swimming kit, slim as a boy, but her voice might have been 'that of a princess and the ,blood about to grant an audience, Her black eyes held secrets as though her thoughts, were not such as are shared easily and though sh* was about to join in the casual revelry of the Deauville beach this sununer morning, her face was camuposed. She didn't invite !ber friends, into the rooms—(which was typical of her attitude to life, And while Mabel weuc off humming to wait for her os. the side balcony to the hotel. hazel spent five minutes with lipstick and the adjustment of her jade green cap, examining the lie of the widely open back at her costume and care- fully arranging her Cloak • of green towelling as 'though it were an even- ing her wrap over a dance gown, Hazel had been brought up that way. In her mother's fiat at knigiltsibr!dge—visiting with her at numerous country houses --languidly floating al' Mrs. Viney's side on the edge of a society that was not quite "it," though it pretended to be, the girl had been instructed that poise was a virtue and unapproachable- ness an as''et in the marriage marl keit Mrs. Viney saw in her daugh- ter's good looks and manners stock - in trade that one dray—'and the soon- er the better—would bring about a rich marriage, Unbuestloning, Hazel had imbued this view. Many other girls in her mother's set had the same goal in sight, dressing and acting with that one object. Marriage had little to do with love and eberything to do with what they called success, which was .interpreted, as meaning luxwry. But during the past week, . while Mabel land been visiting them, those secrets that seemed to lie be- hind Hazel's eyes had been more apparent. Even • Reegie Moreton, suho had come to look 'upon himself one day to marry her, without a ClbeSNAPS1-10T GUILD MORE THAN ONE PICTURE ., 1. An excellent ac Ion shot, and so is the one seen below. But , . , 2. Both pictures are needed to "ONE eebject, one picture," is the formula that many amateur photographers use; but it 'often 'happens that mere than one shot is needed to tell, the stony, or make the subject ss interesting as posse- ble, The truth id, very few snapshots are complete In themselves. One shot presents 'just one phase—It serves as an introduction, but a sec- ond or third slot is often required to clear up all the details and tIound out the picture idea. Sometimes a second shot helps to explain .the first and make it more pointed, Consider the pictures abeve, as a good example. The low- er one is an excellent action snap— I'd be glad to have it in my album. But the upper ono really makes the, story complete—it points up the "follow-theloader" Idea, and' ex' plains why the dog is diving. Each picture helps reinforce the effect of the other, and together htiey supply' the kernel of an amusing' picture sequence, 9- , e tee -tell the ifollow+the-leader , story. In a sequence of thissort, it sel- dom matters which picture you take first. Often you can take eine shot, and that will give you the idea for a series of pictures --pos- sibly all preceding the original plc-:` tare, The final order of sear a plc-. ' tune -sequence is worked out when you paste the various shote in your album, Nearly every good subject de- ' serves more than one plotmre, and It's unwise to assume that your first Dieters is the best that pan be obtained. Frequently a different angle, or a different camera posi- tion, will yield a aecond shot!j that is bj+ttor, In moyi'e.making, it's a regular practice to take a ge eral view --then move tip for a sers of close-ups, showing details o the Subject or action, Be' "sequence- minded" in your picture -taking. The pletur se- gtmonco" Is tate modern Way of ,tell- ing a story in pictures—end good picture sequences will lend di tinc- tion toear a toy ear lour, /02 John van Guilder word having been said, had pec Weed that at times an invtsf barrier :fee'] between them, and Ha,' lt'e seemed' to withdraw from 11 right in the middle of a convey tion, a fiance, a shim, retiring into world of her, own. He ;send It rather disconcerting and once or twice recently had be stirred sufficiently to tell her astonishing chic she looked and h shatteningly lonely it was for fellow to amble along on hie to some, og- 141abs waist babe .a Sentimental corn. bie latex," But her laugh was lush', gel sfre, and it was anoro to get away int from her thoughts than to be au- sactable that she wandered down t0 a. the water's edge and throwing aside her cloak walked' into the miniature waves, en Mabel had bewitched her, she de- 11'ew sided, with her talk of joy in her ow fovea Mabel belonged to. a (efferent a set alltogeter, sshurbanites, Hazel boa was designed for different ends, she would 'lever be able to escape her niother'a influence—even if she wanted to. Aire she was not sure she did. Hee' moth's way left to comfort. Reggle had oodles of cash, life could rub Smoothly. ly. What else could a girl de- sire. She wee • lucky. The fresmnee's of the sea helped • her to throw on her lu'oodiuess. She. was herself again-eplaydng her part as the indifferent young goddess who meat be sought atter if a man would win her favours. Mabel was lying on her back kick- ing .her fowl as Hazel swami up, "Ripping, isn't • it?" she cried, gfeefuily, Hazel supposed It was. "Lf only John were here," Mabel added, regretfully, "Wiry don't you send :for him?" asked Hazel, That was the nearest he had ventured to aproposal, The more Hazel withdrew the keener he had grown. He had been acr010 to England, during the week and had returned last evening in his new plane, He had promised to ,give her flying lessons and felt his same a triumph when for once Hazel's eyes had lighted with ex- citement. "I'll adore that, Reggie," she had relwerded him. "Eighth), old thing, We'll do sky - piloting to -morrow after the morn. ing dip." This morning bathe bore no com- parison .'to the holiday -maker's joyous fling down to the sea soon after sunrise, to come out glowing apt ready for an early breakfast. They had arranged to meet on the balcony at mid-day, and `naw as Hazed slowly sauntered' 'd'own the stairs she Bound Reggie and Mabel gossiping. The young man waved a hand in greeting as he lounged in the 'wicker chair smoking a cigarette and with a eoektell on the•table be- side him, • "What'll you have?' he asked. "Nothing, thanks," she answered, "Good tor you before taking a dip, keeps sett the cold." He halt insis ed, hut at the shake of her head h did not press the matter and the three moved off to the beach outside the, hotel garden. , "He doesn't get bee annual fort- night for a month yet, poor darling. He's sweltering in London, scraping ,up the shekels to buy the happy luome. That'll keep him happy." Fancy, thought 'Hazel, these two. who wanted each other with this rid- iculious manner and to wait for two year before they could afford to marry. And they were penfectlY t- hatepe--swatting — saving — • plan-- e ning —dreaming! Yet here was Reggie Moreton, who could have bought them their home out of a week's inane. Yes, and who would squander thousands on a house for her if stile wished it. Reggie was frankly alive when anything sporting was on foot, . Ile raced cars at .Brooklands, could handle either a yacht or a.horse with proteesioanal sureness, and now was keen to swim. So was Mab- el, the open-air girl, They made immediately for the water, but Hazel. stood a terve yeeds off contemplat- ively. Reggie turned. "Come on, Hazel," he called. 9119 sun bathe," she answered, and sat in one of the d'eok chairs that crowded the beadle She wished to loiter in the sue among the crowd—and when once she was wet would desire only to change as quickly 'as possible Into dress or Iayjamas. But bask of her mind was another feeling. The return. of ,Reggie had re- called a talk she and Mabel had had time night as they sipped coffee in the garden. They had talked about love: Mabel had becoan'ed engaged dur ing the spring and was lull 01 the joyoY it. At first Hazel had emailed avilth superior tolerance at her friend's ardour, but as the latter be- came more ands nl'ore ehbhnslastic the superiirlty changed to wonder,' "'Ole lave's a song, Hazel, You Wait till you've found the right boy, wait untii - you are within his sans and his eyes look down into your soul. Then you'll 'know, - .Everything changes atter that Lite's beautiful, No, Hazel had experienced imitat- ing life the No one had mentenied 'tile word love to her, Reggie'sbear- ing suggested that sue clay he might ask her to share a elpot of matai- mony. Hazel sitting and watching Mabel and Reggie swiinn lig a score or so yards out, smiled with tired cynicism. Reggie brugist her no eneition. that stirrwl her to the ooi'e'as Mabel had been. stirred, And she waster to know why not There was n0 one whom she could talk. Her mother would laugh that hardclear laugh of her wad tell her not to be ol•dufaeh'iohecl. And site had no father she comer renaer.ber, no sle.elsy no brother. Yet site Was siware of a. sensation et disatistact- Ipn about life, Was, there nothing to the future tor her except; hothouse existence that would be hetes with Reggie, ,bust luxury, cheese and'eocis.l "do's" , She old not know, but sdniething of the dreaminess 01 her father was stirring . ill her 'blood—the quiet 1110011 Which sixloeu years ago had caused, him to realise tkat his wife's thirob 101' social 510110959 111111 spoilt lids. hopes ac beppiness and made him retire f1'oen Oue her life, She had let him go.witilout a qualm fie sem as she grasped how generous he proposed to be in regard to a settiement, and glad, 'hardly seen him since, dud certainly in no, Way deplored his absence. "I'dn a tool, sitting here Worrying,' hazel xlecldled Otter 4. time- "Geese The strange thing •was that Hzael knew Mabel and her Sohn would be happy, but she was doulbhfal if she could get any kick out of life shared with Reggie. , "Race you to the Firefly, she call- ed suddenly to Reggie, who was hovering round, "Good; we'll have a cocktail alboard," was the ready answer•. It was'^soldoan Hazel threw out any- , thing in the nature of a dare. Reggie was first at the little lad- der that hung over the side of his yacht, and as she clanobered , on to the lowest step he reached down and. gathered her, .all wet and, glowing, into hie arms. The totych fired him though, she was unaware of it. Not until she looked carelessly into his eyes did she read how moved he was Ile was standing holding her, his dripping hands on her bare baek, "Ii1zel you are a -stunner, you know," he muttered, hoarsely. "You eeem bent on letting all Deauville know about it," she ridicul- ed, with a laugh, He glanced to. ward the net -far -distant beech crowdd with visitors, many of ythoml would recognise them, and released her. "Let's get down to the old cabin, Crete" he seniles)', (She tapped his face playfully, "I will if you'll call your skipper to knock up a pot of tea," she re. plied, ".Sure thing," Ile agreed. "And then what about a flip out for a blow?" "Yon are forgetting Mabe;," she leased, "Blow Mabel," he answered, grum- piyy, 'hut turned all tee same and helped the girl aboard, • 'tBesides," solaced Hegel, "are- n't eve going flying this afternoon?" liteggie's yacht: ,Reggie's plane— Reggie's car --all thetas were hers, fol' the talking, ,Ansi she had been ready to take them—mate in a rash tno. went she diad asked ,Mabel, with - whom she had been at school, to join them there In Deauville'--M'a,bel, eller tally of love and dreams for the future with her boy who had not the - wherewithal to furnish the little; flat •they 'Would look upon , as slime special apartment in Paradise, iShe iaughed a trifle shakily{ gas She wont clown the companion -Way to 'the saloon; As Reggie bad saidf-- "Blow Mabel." 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