EIGHTH INSTALMENT
Peter squeezjed her arm, ithjen
wandered off to look at the carving
in the temple. Jenny stood in con
templation before the Emerald Bud
dha. She stared at him until she
was half-hypnotized. Angela came
walking up to her.
"I think, in a way, that this is
one of the best of the Buddhas,” she
remarked,
"It goes so well with the bright
gimcrackery of Bangkok,” said
Jenny. "Isn’t it an amusing place?”
"I’ve always thought it the most
exotic place on earth. Have you
seen the white elephants?”
'My husband and I have just
been looking at them.”
“Oh, is he about?”
"He was, a minute ago.”
Jenny looked round, but there
was no sign of Peter. "He’s al
ways wandering off,” she explained.
“He’s a born traveler, but he for
gets that he has me on his hands
at times.”
They were walking through the^
courtryard now, Jenny trurning her
head from side to side. "I’m look
ing for Peter,,” she said. "It would
be so easy to lose a husband among
the vnts of Bangkok.”
"Tather! All those winding stair
ways and giant devas. He’s probably
hidden behind a deva!”
"Should we leave the courtyard
and look somewhere else. But he
may come back, expecting to find
here*’
' You stay where you are and I
shall stroll outside. He may have
gone toward the gate.”
Jenny stood in the middle of the
courtyard, leaning on her parasol.
Everyone else was trooping out.
They were all on their way to the
Phya Thai Palace for luncheon.1
Peter could not fail to sec her,'
standing there so conspicuosuly in
the center of the courtyard. It must
be fully half an hour since he had
looked at his watch and said it was
twelve o’clock. Had something
happened to Peter? But how ridicu-j
lous to think that a competent per
son like Peter should come to harm.:
“I shall go through these build
ings, and you take the others, An
gela, will you please?” said Jenny,
indicating the two to the left. "I’m
getting frightfully nervous.”
"Don’t, my dear. There’s nothing
to worry about at all. Your hus
band knows his way about. I think
you should stay in the courtyard
until he comes and finds you.”
Jenny ignored her warning and
hurried across the cobbles on feet
that were now winged with alarm.
It was most disquieting. She raced
from building to building. When
she rejoined Angela she was pant
ing, and her eyes were wide with
fright.
“Jenny, my dear,” said Angela,
'the thing for you to do is to come
back to the hotel with me. Nothing
is to be gained by staying here.”
Jenny was at last persuaded to
leave the palace. She was drooping
now. A thought flashed like a
thunderbolt through Jenny’s mind.
The words sprang to her lips be
fore she could check them: “Have
you seen Mrs. Langford about?”
"No,” said Angela. "I’m sure she
didn’t come with us today. Johnny
was looking for her from end to
end of the train, and is now in a
huff because he couldn’t find her.”
Jenny’s face grew smooth again
and her spirits rose. Of course,
Peter was sure to be somewhere
about.
The hotel was really an old pal
ace, with spacious salons like ball
rooms, and bedrooms the size of
halls. There was no sign of Peter
in the lounge. He had not been
heard of at the desk, nor was he in
the bar, where Macduff was busy
with the Phya Thai cocktail. Her
dismay came back, swooping down
on her with fresh certainty. Angela
made some discreet enquiries, but
none of the cruise men had caught
a glimpse of Peter. Perhaps his
launch was still on the river, or he
had wandered off to explore another
part of the town.
ine arternoon wore on in Diaze
of overpowering heat. Angela
stayed with Jenny, who sat like a
shadow in the great hall of the
hotel. Nothing seemed to rouse
her. At tea-time one of the cruise
men came bustling up to tell her
that Peter had taken a train back
to the boat shortly after noon.
"I came up on a later train and
happened to run into him at the
station,” he said. "When I got here
:hey told me you were looking for
aim.”
"Oh, yes. Thanks so much.”
fenny'o voice was automatic. "Clare
of course!” she thought, and saw
the same idea reglected on Angela’s
face. The older woman put out an
arm and steadied her for a minute.
"Let’s have our tea,” she said.
"What a relief to know that noth
ing has happened to him!”
"Yes, a relief,” Jenny responded
in the tones of a parrot.
"I wonder when the next train
goes down,” Jenny speculated, sip
ping her tea.
"There isn’t another till we all
leave at half-past ten tonight.I’ve
enquired.”
"Heavens!” sad Jenny. "How gay
[ shall feel until then. Marooned in
Bangkok. Peter on the Marenia.
What does it all mean?”
"My dear, you’re building a
mountain out of a molehill.” An
gela’s voice was soothing.
"Angela, you know better.”
cried. A ngela followed her pa
tiently, ready to humor her whims.
Jenny wanted to rest for a while.
They took a room, and each in turn
had a cooling bath. It was refresh
. ing, and Jenny let her courage rise.
I Angela took a nap, but Jenny could
not close her eyes.
It seemed as if Jenny had aged
five years when Anegla wakened.
"Forgive me for dropping off when
you were so miserable,” she pleaded.
"Nonsense! I’m glad you did.
There’s nothing you can do.”
Angela studied her closely. "Let’s
have another bath, then we’ll go
down to dinner. King Prajad
hipok’s dancers are going to per
form for us in the garden after
wards. You must come and watch
them.”
Jenny was listless. "If only we
could get to the 'boat” she thought.
Jenny went round in a trance,
following her companion from
place to place. She went into the
diningroom and remembered noth
ing of how it had looked or what
she had eaten. Night, star-flecked
and warmly perfumed, came hurry
ing down as they dined. After
wards they went out to the garden,
which was magical in the silvery es
sence of the evening.
"What an idyllic spot.” Angela
exclaimed, seating herself on a
marble bench and regarding the
Greek columns.
"I feel as if this day is everlast
ing.” Jenny’s voice broke in on An
gela’s thoughts.
wen mjuu l>c uii uui way nvw.
She slipped her arm protectingly
through her friend’s.
An hour later Jenny stood at the
roadside like one in a dream, wait
ing for the train to take them back
to Paknam. It was slow in coming,
and her pulse raced in her fever to
reach the boat. But what should
she do when she confronted Peter?
At last they were off, and she
watched the heads of the tired pas
sengers nodding in the yellow bub
bles of light.
When thgy reached Paknam they
still had a long distance to travel
by tender. Jenny felt ill with fa
tigue and worry. Her head was
throbbing, and her fears were like
thorns piercing her flesh. Angela
was a comforting presence, although
she did not attempt to talk to her.
The tender' rode smoothly, the
water slapping her sides. A breeze
came whipping in from the gulf.
Angela took off her hat and her sil
ver hair flew loosely over her ears.
Jenny still clutched Peter’s ciga
rette-case in her hand.
The boat drew nearer and nearer.
They could now detect the outline
of her funnels looming above the
lifeboats. Jenny picked out a nau
tical cap. It must be Dick Charl
ton in his white uniform. The
chasm of water narrowed till they
touched the sides of the Marenia.
She did not know if her feet would
skimmed milk, and she caught her
round the waist. Jenny drew her
hat down over her eyes and stepped
up the ladder, her glance darting
from side to side. Dick smiled at
her in passing, although she scarce
ly saw him. here was no sign of
Peiter. Of course not. He would
wait for her in their stateroom.
Angela took her parkway along
to her door, for Jenny’s legs were
wavering. It was open and on the
hook. She pulled the curtain aside
and gripped it again to steady her
self as she saw that the room was
dark. Perhaps he was in bed and
asleep. She switched on the lights.
The room stared at her, empty and
dead, and at the same moment she
felt the engines throbing their fa
miliar tune. She got as far as
Peter’s bed, then fell in a dead faint
on the untouched cover.
It was long before ‘‘'she opened
her eyes, to find herself staring at
the tinted lights and panelled walls.
Her glance flew to the back of the
door and she saw that Peters’ dress
ing-gown was missing from its
hook. "He’s afraid to come near
me tonight, he won’t come near me
tonight,” she thought, and burst in
to storms of tears.
Burying her head in the pillow,
she sobbed wildly and hysterically.
At last, exhausted, she fell asleep
and did not hear a knock on the
door. Reassured by the quiet, An
gela stole away, believing that it
was no longer any of her concern.
They ware already pounding
through the Gulf of Siam, the
Marenia steering her course with
midnight stealth on limpid waters.
Jenny slept late, a heavy, drugged
slumber. When she wakened, the
sun was pouting in through the
open porthole, and the rose wall
lights were still on, like evening
dress at breakfast-time. She looked
across at the other bed and saw
that it was empty. Then she re
membered the events of the night
before. Raising herself on her elbow,
she held her head, which ached as
if it had been hit with a hammer.
Her glance swept around the state
room for familiar objects, and in a
second she sprang to her feet.
Where were Peter’s thing? All of
his things? She dashed into the
bathroom. His brushes, his hair
tonic, his soap, his razi r—every
thing was gone. Dared she open his
wardrobe door? She sat down on a
chair and waited for strength,, but
it did not come. At last she stag
gered across the cabin and looked
inside the closet. It was empty. Pe
ter must have moved entirely to an
other stateroom. He must be some
where on the boat, but hiding from
her. What should she do?
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When she rejoined Angela her eyes were wide with fright.
Of course she did. Angela
thought with a sudden rush of pain
r>f Lovat stealing out of their state
room after he had danced with
Clare, Lovat kissing his hand and
waving to Clare at Cairo. She
knew that Jenny had good grounds
for her fears.
Let’s walk about,” Jenny sug
gested, restless and brooding.
"We’ll walk in the gardens.”
Round and round they went, past
Creek statues, terraces and hedges,
rheir feet crunching on the gravel
aaths. The Marenia passengers were
fozing on the shutters of the hotel.
"What time is it now, Angela?”
"Five o’clock.”
"Let’s go back to the hotel,” she
carry her to her stateroom, or sus
tain her when she came face to face'
with Peter. •
"Buck up, old dear!” said Angela.
"We might as well be moving
down.”
’Jenny caught a glimpse of a tall
figure looking over the side of the
promenade deck. The shoulders
suggested Peter; the face she could
not see. He might be waiting for
her at the gangplank. The tender
was bumping her sides against the
steamer, scraping and tearing, heav
ing and barging off.
Angela and Jenny were caught in
the outgoing rush and were among
the last to leave the boat. Angela
saw that the girl’s face was like
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■ 1 — ^BARBARA PALY==^=£^s'
Contrary to general opinion furs
do not improve with age. I took
my Mother’s fur stole and muff,
1914 vintage, to a furrier for ap
praisal.
"Won’t you take off those elegant
tassels and shorten the beast,” 1
said, "And then make this set into
a snappy little Russian cap and
cape?”
He ripped pieces of the satin lin
ing to expose the bare pelt.
"See this, Madame,” and the
authority on furs crumpled the pelt
until it rattled like so much parch
ment.
"Here’s what would happened if
I attempted to rip and stitch these
skins. The pelts would give andi
tear under the strain of the needle.
.1 can’t put back into the skins the
natural oils which have dried out
with age. You’d be wasting my
time and your money to have the
skins made over.”
That was that. The furs still
nestle in a moth-proof bag in my
attic.
Fur facts worth remembering:
The most durable furs include
muskrat, beaver, racoon, Alaska
seal, Hair seal (from the Labrador
coasts) and the regal mink. Next
in longevity come rabbit which
masquerades under fancy names
like lapin, nutriette, French seal,
northern seal and just plain bunny.
The curly heads, gray and black
Persian lamb, Japanese marten, the
fox family, and nutria that smart
looking fur for sports which has
been dedicated to the ways of fash
ion by a prolific little South Am
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able, but good for nine lives under
careful usage, are the tender pelts,
caracul, gray squirrel, shaved rab
bit, broadtail, galyac, kidskin, leo
pard, mole and the fragile ermine.
You pay your money and takes
your choice.
You may have better luck with
your heirloom furs if you live in
a part of the country where the
climate is relatively humid. Furs,
given proper protection from
moths, with frequent brushings and
exposure to air, have a better
chance of withstanding the ravages
of time than those stored wherel'
the summers are hot and dry.j
Here’s a caution. Do not expose j
furs to the direct rays of sunlight
or the effect on the natural oils
will be devastating. Better still,
put your furs in cold storage where
temperature and humidity are con
trolled and where the v-.'d air is
sure death to militant motns.
The Dionne Quins, now husky
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varied diet. They like pea soup.
They look forward to their five
little bowls of warm cereal. And
their nurse says they adore mashed
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I pressed a cotton blouse last
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cold water, leave in the sun to dry
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