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The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, July 02, 1947, Image 3

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Among the week-end guests
Lady Lucy Angkatell had invited
-o The Kollow were attractive Dr.
John Christow and his dull, plain
looking wife, Gerda. The others,
aj] members of the Angkatell
clan, were: Kindly Henrietta Sav
cmake, successful sculptress;
young Midge Hardcastle, who sup
ported herself by working in one
of London’s swank dress shops;
David Angkatell, university stu
dent, and quiet Edward Angkatell,
whose unrequitted love of Henri
etta made him unaware that
Midge had long adored him. Un
known to anyone, Henrietta and
John Christow had fallen deply
in love. Prior to leaving for
Li.cy’s, John sat in his Harley
Street office trying to fathom the
n,0od of discontent which engulf
ed him, while upstairs, Gerda and
the children patiently awaited his
apea ranee for lunch. His though is
went back to an earlier chapter
n his life, when he had been mad
:r in love with glamorous Veroni
c* Cray, motion picture actress.
He had broken their engagement
when she refused 1o give up her
■irer, and later had married
Gerda, whose slavish devotion had
•■eft him free to pursue his be.oved
profession. In Henrietta he had
found the intelligent understand
ing which Gerda lacked. Recent
ly, when exhausted after a diffi
cult session with old Mrs. Crab
tr*e. his favorite clinic patient, he
hed stopped off at her studio.
CHAPTER SEVEN
John had wakened to find Henri
etta smiling at him and making
• ett and he had smiled back at
her.
"Not at all according to plan,”
he said.
"Does it matter?”
"No. No. You are rathei* a nice
•jerson, Henrietta.' His eyes went
to the bookcase. “If you’re inter
ested in this sort of thing. I’ll get
you the proper stuff to read.”
“I’m not interested in this sort
of thing. I’m interested in you,
John.”
“You can’t read Scobell.” He
took up the offending volume.
"The man’s a charlatan.”
And she had laughed. He could
not understand why his stric
tures on Scobell amused her so.
But that was v/hat, every now
and then, startled him about Hen
rietta. The sudden revelation, dis
concerting to him, that she was
able to laugh at him.
Ke wasn’t used to it. Gerda took
him in deadly earnest. And Veron
ica had never thought about any
thing but herself. But Henrietta
had a trick of throwing her head
back, and looking at him through
naif-closed eyes, with a sudden,
tender, half - mocking little smile,
a« though she were saying: “Let
me have a good look at this funny
person called John. . . . Let me
get a long way away and look at
him,”
It was, he thought, very much
the same as the way she screwed
up her eyes to look at her work—
or a picture. It was—dam it all—
it was detached. He didn’t want
Henrietta to be detached. He
wanted Henrietta to think only of
him, never to let her mind stray
aw'ay from him.
(“Just what you object to in
Gerda, in fact,” said his private
imp, bobbing up again.)
The truth of it was he was com
pletely illogical. He didn’t know
what he wanted.
(I want to go home. . . . What
an absurd, what a ridiculous
phrase. It didn’t mean anything.!
In an hour or so at any rate
he'd be driving out of London—
fcrgttting about sick people with
their faint, sour, “wrong” smell
. . .sniffing wood smoke and pines
and soft autumn leaves. . . . The
very motion of the car would be
soothing — that smooth, effortless
increase of speed.
But it wouldn t he reflected sud
denly, be at all like that because
owing to « slightly strained wrist,
C-erda would have to drive, and
Gerda, heaven help her, had nev
er been able to begin to drive a
car! Every time she changed
gear, he would sit siient, grinding
his teeth together, managing not
to say anythin because he knew,
by bitter experience, that when he
did say anythin Gerda became
immediately worse. Curious that
no one had ever been able to
teach Gerda to change gear—not
even Henrietta. He’d turned her
over to Henrietta, thinking that
Henrietta’s enthusiasm might do
better than his cwn irritability.
For Henrietta loved cars. She
spoke of cars with the lyrical in
tensity that other people gave to
'pring, or the first snowdrop.
“Isn’t he a beauty, John?
Doesn’t he just purr along? (For
Henrietta’s cars were always mas
culine.) He’ll do Bale Hill m third
—not straining at all—quite effort
less. Listen to the even Way he
iteks over.”
Until he had burst out suddenly
and furiously:
"Don’t you think, Henrietta, you
could pay some attention to me
and forget the darned car for a
minute or two!”
He was always ashamed of
these outbursts.
He never knew when they would
com* upon him out of a blue sky
H was the same thing over her
v'ork. He realized that her work
’as good. He admired it—and
hated it—at the same time.
The most furious quarrel he had
'■f d with her had arisen over that.
peada had said to him one day:
“Henrietta has asked me to sit
tor her.”
What?” His astonishment had
bo;. K he came to think of it, been
battering. “YOU?”
Tvs, rm going ever to the stu
10 tomorrow.”
'What on earth does she want
you for?”
*l0> he hadri’t been very polite
ab°1Jt it. But luckily Gerda hadn’t
’ealized that fact. She had looked
pleased about it. He suspected
•Henrietta of one of those insincere
undnesses of hers—Gerda, per
:laPs had hinted that she would
Jae to be modeled. Something ol
‘hat kind.
Then, about ten days later, Ger
s bad shown him triumphantly a
,!Pail plaster statuette.
” '-'as a prettv thing — techni
,an» skillful like all of Henrietta’s
r'0fk. It idealized Gerda — and
erPa herself was clearly pleased
“boot it.
,"1 really think it’s rather
farming, John.”
'* that Henrietta's work* It
means nothing—nothing at all. 1
don’t see how she came to do a
thing like that.”
‘‘It’s different, of course, from
her abstract work—but I think it’s
good, John, I really do.”
He had paid no more—after all,
he didn’t want to spoil Gerda’s
pleasure. But he tackled Henri
etta about it at the first oppor
tunity.
“What did you want to make
that silly thing of Gerda for? It’s
unworthy of you. After all, you
usually turn out decent stuff.”
Henrietta said slowly:
“I didn’t think it bad. Gerda
semed quite pleased.”
“Gerda was delighted. She
would be. Gerda doesn’t know ail
from a colored photograph.”
“It wasn’t bad art, John. It wa;
just a portrait statuette—quit*
harmless and not at all preten
tious.”
“You don’t usually waste you.
time doing that kind of stuff— ”
He broke off, staring at a wood
en figure about five feet high.
“Hullo, what’s this?”
“It’s for the Internationa
Group. Pearwood. The Worship
er.”
She watched him. He stared and
then — suddenly, his neck swelled
and he turned on her furiously.
“So that’s w'hat you wanted Ger
da for? How dare you?”
“I wondered if you’d see . . .”
“Se it? Of course I see it. It's
here.” He placed a finger on the
broad, heavy neck muscles.
Henrietta nodded.
“Yes, it’s the neck and should
ers I wanted—and that heavy for
ward slant—the submission — that
bowed look. It’s wonderful!”
“Wonderful? Look here, Henri
etta, I won’t have it. You’re to
leave Gerda alone.”
“Gerda won’t know. Nobody will
know. You know Gerda would
never recognize herself here—no
body else -would either. And it
isn’t Gerda. It isn’t anybody.”
“I recognized it?”
“You’re different, John. You —
see things.”
“It’s the darned chek of it! I
won’t have it, Henrietta! I won i
have it. Can’t you see that it was
an indefensible thing to do?”
“Was it?”
“Don’t you know it was? Can’t.
you feel it was? Where’s your
usual sensitiveness?”
Henrietta said slowly:
“You don’t understand, John. 1
don’t think I could ever make you
understand: . . . You don’t know
what it is to want something—to
look at it day after day—that line
of the neck—those muscles—the
angle where the head goes for
ward — that heaviness around the
jaw. I’ve been looking at them,
wanting them—every time I saw
Gerda. ... In the end I just had
tc have them!”
“Unscrupulous!”
“Yes, I suppose just that. Bu;
when you want things in that way
you just have to take them.”
“You mean you don’t care a
darn about anybody else. You
don’t care about Gerda—”
“Don’t be stupid, -John. That’s
why I made the statuette thing.
To please Gerda and make her
happy. I’m not inhuman!”
“Inhuman is exactly what you
are.”
“Do you think—honestly — that
Gerda would ever recognize her
self in this?”
John looked at it unwillingly.
For the first time his anger and
resentment became subordinated
to his itnerest. A strange subis
sive figure, a figure offering up
worship to an unseen deity — the
face raised—blind, dumb, devoted
— terribly strong terrible fanati
cal. ... He said:
“That’s ralner a terrifying thing
that you have made, Henrietta.”
Henrietta shivered slightly.
She said: “Yes — I thought
that.”
John said sharply:
“What’s she looking at—who is
it?—there in front of her?”
Henrietta hesitated. She said,
and her voice had a queer note
in it—
“I don’t known Eut I think—she
might be looking . at you, John.”
(To Be Continued)
METHODIST GROUP
VISITS COLUMBUS
Members Of Youth Caravan
To Remain Until Late
August
Special to the Star
TABOR CITY, July 1 — Five
young people from various south
ern homes arrived in this are.'
today to conduct a week of reli
gious services among farm and
town residents between Tabor City
and Loris, S. C.
They left a Methodist mission
camp Saturday at Lake Juna
luska where for 10 days they re
ceived training to prepare them
for the work. Satuiday, with 450
other young Methodists, they left
for assigned territories throughout
the country and in Cuba and Mex
ico.
Coming to this area were Helen
Terry, Rock Hill, S. C.; Will Ro-e
Smith, Morganton. N. C.; Sallye
Stewart, Beckley. W. Va.; Rnuip
Woodland, Baton Rouge, La., and
Fletcher Thorington, Birmingham,
Ala.
With Loris as their headquar
ters, they will conduct religious
conferences every night this week
and spend their afternoons visit
ing farmers in Columbus and
Horry counties. The purpose of
the caravan is to stimulate an in
terest in youth work in Methodist
communities.
Classes are divided into age
groups, for children, teenagers,
and adults. The caravan members
instruct the attendants in
Christian doctrine and train them
to carry a year-round program of
youth activities.
Members of the caravan receive
no remuneration for their work.
Expenses are paid by the
churches they visit. They will tour
this area until late August.
Acidity or alkalinity of the
cooking water influences the col
oring matter of red cabbage, sd
you can serve it in various hues.
It is purplish if cooked in ordi
nary water; with vinegar added, il
is red; a pinch of soda and it s
blue; or it will be green if much
-6da is added,
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