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The Brussels Post, 1940-9-11, Page 3THE BRUSSELS POST .The House Beautiful t7 Uwe By Mander Ross 0g9Ouszr0 CHAPTER II. that obsessed her. She was Escape, in a new world, It was Hazel's trot experience In the sky. It thrilled her, The sense of elevation—of leaving the mundane earth beneath—lifted her out of her customary balanced mood. She wan excited as a child is excited at some new scene never encohntered before. Her poise slipped from her; for once she -was the girl of seventeen. "Think you'll like it?" Reggle wrote the question atter the little plane 'bad circled and climbed a couple of thousand feet and he had straightened her out. "1'11 never be satisfied until I can pilot one," she answered, As he ;would have said himself, lie was no end bucked at her interest. He had never seen her so alive be- fore. Her excitement communicat• ed itself to him. Here eyes watched everything he did, her brain was slothful no long- er, but alert to understand mechan. ism and operation. On and on while the coastline slid past beneath then, ' the plane flew. Hazel was not con- cerned with the beauty of the world beneath; she was scarcely aware when they plunged through a sc•irf of cloud which blotted out sight, It was the bird -like spirit of freedom And Reggie was with her. Her dark eyes danced with delight as they turned up to meet his, ask- ing some question. In answer his glance took on a new warmth, 01 wish we had never to go back," he ventured. And she shared the wish, "It's splendid," she glowed, `7 believe I could drive the thing." He laughed; and there was a dar- ing light In his eyes. ",Come on then, have a try." She slid betiween his knees and took the stick. His arms were round her, touching her elbows with sufficient pressure to guide her. He let her do-nothing except hold the stick, but while unconscious of any- thing else save the sensation thmt she held this tremendous power of speed under her hands, Reggie was fully alive to the proximity of her. It roused him from hie languour— he had a feeling that he wouldn't 'mind letting the plane go smash if he might snatch this girl to hie heart and hold her as the world went out, His hands slid from her elbows to her waist. She didn't notice. The hunt of the engine filled her ears. She had, no idea of height, just drove on as If some blind eagle rode the wind. She did not know elle waeomma• had put the twee down and for the moment: Reggie was too absorbed to 1 hie own sensations and thoughts to realise their drooping course, 11 W1113 only when Hazel gave en in- voluntary shrug as he clasped her Waist that he laughed with a touch of consciousness and glanced downwards. Then he saw the Sea was rushing up at them, He leaned forward and took the stldk from her in order to straighten out the plane. Like sun e mammoth wasp suddenly angry the engine zoomed as the nose iaised and the earth fell away. He was still under the influence Of her nearness. His passion for her had been languorous until to. day. First there had been the touch of the morning when he had lifted her on to the deck of his yacht, now this isolation and his arms about her. "We'll go shares, old thing, if you like," he said. She turned questioning wards him, "Shares ' she asked. ;Le"o's, Hazel—in everything,"' She was the sophisticated girl of the world again in an instant. "Is that a proposal, Reggie?" Her voice was amassed. The man's face went glum, "Why not?" he retorted. "WO shouldn't we fix it up—I can give you a good time. Your mother will be pleased," Her laugh rang out, not altogether derisive, there was a tolerant friendliness in it. "'I?in Serious," he reproached. Let's announce the doings when we get down. Shall we?" eyes to. Her mind had switched to Mabel How could, she help drawing com- parisons? Yet -this was exactly the proposal she 'would have expected, but for Mabel's gushing delight in her own engagement. ;Somehow memory of her friend's gladness robbed this moment of all colour. Yet she knew just what her mother and all her friends would i< 4 AN INDUSTRY TO THE FURTHERANCE OF ACRICU4TllRE Founded and developed on the basis of helpfulness to the farmer, the implement industry is entirely dependent on the prosperity of agriculture for its own Success. Through the years the implement maker has, with quality of product and genuinely helpful service, won the high regard and goodwill of the users of his product. There are few farmers who do not value sincerely the service of the implement company. Lack of understanding of some of the problems of the industry may give rise on occasion to criticisms that seek to detract from or disparage the part that the implement maker plays. In the light of the facts, however, misunderstandings vanish and a better appreciation results. Farmers' Equipment Investment Greatly Reduced Most of the discussions on prices of implements, compar- ing them with those of years ago, for instance, fail to take cognizance of the improvement in methods that have taken place, resulting in the use of different machines from those of a quarter -of -a -century ago. The One -Way Disc Seeder has displaced, to a serious extent, so far as the manufacturer is concerned, several other machines, and it does so because it cuts the cost of tillage and seeding by from 40% to 50%. The small combine has spread the use of this method of harvesting until the sale of them now almost equals that of binders. And this because it costs only 26c per acre for out-of-pocket expense to harvest with the small combine as against $1.90 per acre by the Binder - Thresher method—a saving of $1.64 per acre. The wheat farmer tan equip today with the latest tractor and tillage and harvesting equipment at 28% less than he could for comparable machines ten years ago—equipment, too, that enables him to cut the costs of his operations by over 50%. This is the contribution of the implement industry to the furtherance of agriculture and Massey -Harris takes pride in having played an Important part in it. WHATEVER HELPS AGRICULTURE—HELPS CANADA MODERN FARM MACHINERY HELPS AGRICULTURE MASSEY-HARRIS LEADERS IN THE IMPLEMENT INDUSTRY SINCE 1847 r say, She was making a et "catch," She was well aware many of those Menem would be vines. Reggie was one of most eligible boye in the crowd not a few of the girls had set t caps at him. He had picked out in his half suPercilloua, charming way all along. He and care, his yacht, and this plane. ' .st lured her tremendously, "And 1f not, what?" she as herself. The future held noth different and much that was not h so good, Reggie was a dec sort, generous, and, she opined, n over demanding. She would, able to live her own life large How could she dream of tihrowl it all up for—for what? Some tangible joy that she didn't belie existed and certainly was unlike to come her way, If there had been no Mabel wi her aentimrentality, Hazel had doubt she would have accept Reggie with triunikeh, knowl everyone who knew them won have considered her fortunate. .As soon ars they were levelled out he slipped one arm behind her shoulders and pulled her towards him. Their lips met. It was not for the first time—they had kissed often and her answer to his caress now was the same as it had Leen before. cod that en - the and heir her half tete his ked ing alt eft of be ly. ng in- ly no ed ng 1d But his was possesseve, She gave a little more and drew away. But as he laughed and patted her back, her lips smiled. She must learn to put up with that sort of thing. That night everyone was in a superficially gay -mood. Hazel was the centre of a congratulatory crowd, Reggie posed as the lucky Possessor of a treasure, Mrs. Vlney an artificial ash blonde, biubbled with delight. Only Rebel Doyle was quiet amid the riot of feasting and general hilarity. Her blue eyes were on Hazel often, veered tc Reggie, ]poked on this and that member of the crowd with questic•na hardly concealed. But she said nothing until the night was over and towards one o'clock she wandered upstairs with Hazel. "Can I come in?" she asked out- side Hazel's room. Hazel nodded indolently. She was very tired. Inside her room she flung herself on her bed and lit a cigarette. Mabel sat on a big pouffe. "I hope you are going to be happy," she said. "It'll be all tight. A girl hes to marry some time and that means someone," Hazel's voice was sleepy But Mabel's mind was reaching back to her own engagement nivel., and recalling all it had meant to her and she wondered whether her friend was touching the heights she had experienced. Love was such a wonderful thing to Iter; she hated to think Hazel was trifling wlth it. She liked Reggie Moreton well enough, but not being a member of his world she found it difficult to Imagine him whispering any of those worde John had spoken so often to flood her being with ecstasy. "When is it going to be?" site asked. "I haven't the foggiest notion We never mentioned it,'' This eager interest of Mabel's rather amused Hazel. Reggie and she didn't do things Ivlabel's way. "It's rather wonderful not to have to scheme. Fancy if John and I could go off and get married any daY we liked. Nothing to intereere. By the time we eau manage it, )'w'a'll be an old married woman. Aren't you excited about it?" "You don't quite understand, my dear. 1 don't think Reggie and I are in love as—as you and your John are," "Oh, I don't imagine anyone is— not quite as we are," the other an- swered with pretty ingenuousness. She had the lovely feeling that her own love affair was the very won, derfulest in the world. Hazel laughed, but there was a touch of envy creeping into her heart. It must be precious to have each a surety as Idabel had about the future, There wasn't any doubt in Mabel's mind about her happi- ness.' But Hazel wasn't so sure about her own, What Was she missing, she wondered, idly? "What did you feel like the nlght, John proposed?'' she asked Mabet, half in amuselfrient, half pioued by interest. WED., SEPTEMBER Ilth, ,940 Mabel clasped her hands abouts her knees and her eyes went die taut. "I couldn't tell you, I have hest. oyez' every second of that evening trying to recapture it a11. But you I. can't, can you? It was after tennis - and he was taking me home, • He Molts splendid in flannels, and was not wearing a hat, and I remember how I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. It's •blank and I crinkles." She smiled to herself "He hats the curl in it, says it makes a fellow look girlish. But he isn't feminine, no, not: a bit." Her eyes were full of memories, and Hazel, watching cher through the smoke from her cigarette, felt 1 she 'was having a Peep into another world from her own. 1 "What did he say 'i Hazel asked, "Oh, I can't tell you—•not be- cause it is secret or anything like that. I tried that night as I lay ir- bed unable to sleepy --it seemed such a waste of time to sleep -to recall his words, but I didn't hear half of them, The moment he told me he loved me the world went blank. Didn't you feal like that?" "Just as well we didn't," Hazel smiled, "or what would have hap- pened to the plane? We should have crashed.' 'Why, that's the word. I crashed. The earth went spinning away and S felt I was nowhere but with John, We had stopped in the park we had to cross going home, under a tree. It was nearly dark and he drew me into his arms and then --then nothing mattered. I expected it would have felt the same if we bad been in the middle of the Strand. We shouldn't have known where we were. I don't know how long we were there; five minutes or an hour. I forgot to notice the time when t got in. I couldn't look at anyone in the house—just bolted upstairs to bed to revel in the wonder of it a11. Isn't it lovely to be loved?" "1 dare say it is—like tilat,i' white, - pored 'Hazel, Mabel's word® tset carried her away from, her life's ale- vironsnent. Did this Wye actns") " exist? Auda did it last like Mat?: She had read descriptions of Zoelke but they had hardly ruffled ]rear emotions, they had never seemed to . belong to real life. 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