Carolina watchman., 1936-01-24
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live seen the Red Sea churned like
mass of foaming devils, and again
as calm as pane of glass. But it.
not patch on the China Sea, which
is always an ugly sight"
They went down to their state
room, and Jenny emerged slowly
from her taffeta.
"You make me think of a white
peony" said Peter,as her rufflee
frock fell to her feet, so pale, SC
dreamy, so fragile, as if each peta
would drop off with breath. HI
kissed her neck and behind her ears
he ran his fingers down to he1
slender wrists. ''Ahd your skin il
as soft as peony petal, and your
eyes are as blue as the sea at noon
day, andI love you very much"
He caught her in his arms ane
Jenny's head dropped against hi
chest with fluttering eagerness. HI
kissed her throat and the blue lids
of her eyes and then her mouth
The colour stirred slowly in hel
creamy cheeks and her lips grew
scarlet and full.
Peter, I adore you" she whis-
pered, dragging herself from a deep
abyss to meet his love with her own
pale ardour.
''But, my dear, you're so far
away" Peters lips were against her
mouth. ''It's like calling a ghost
back to my embrace. I feel, when
I possess you, that you're perched
on distant mountain looking on.
Darling, wake up! Love me as
love YOU
Jenny heard his words in dream.
Why did he bother to talk? 1t was
true what he was saying-she was
remote, alone on a mountain-top'
She could see the blush line of his
halfclosed eyes, and his hair damp
on his brow. Why did she feel SC
soothed instead of the singing pain
of love? She was drifting now on
calm waters. 1t seemed as if she
were back in the dhoby on the Nile.
and she felt that she must be swoon-
ing. Jenny. Jenny darling! Where
are you? Oh, my Lowell" Peter wa.
calling to her from long distance
pain in his voice. She could heal
the swish of the water outside the
portfolio. The light of the moor
lay wan on the floor of their state
room. Jennys eyelids lifted. She
was back from the distant places
and was holding Peter in her arms
How she adored him. He wa.
breathing gently and dropping of
to sleep. She stroked his face like
mother with a child. "Jenny
darling!" he murmured through
sleepy lips. She lay in trance
hour after hour, her eyes fixed or
the pencil of moonlight that pierc-
ed the portfolio.
Five days later the Marenia
steamed into the wide, flat harbour
of Bombay. The Apollo Bunder,
gateway to India, rose magnificent
against the fleckless stretch of blue.
"A heat haze shimmered over the wa
tiers, and small craft sped like
white winged birds to their desti-
nations. Angela stood on the top
deck and watched the city taking
shape at the waters edge. For to
the left she could see a fringe of
green-Malabar Hill, overhanging
Bombay.
This ship heaved and turned to
peaceful anchorage. A tender
came putting Importantly to her
side. When the boat ceased throb-
bing at last, Angela's ears continued
to drum, faint echo that would
not leave her.
The chief officer came strolling
up to her side.
Woodworking, Mrs. Wynant. :"
Woodworking, Mr.. Charlton. :"
"Well, it's India at last. I must
confess I like it as little as any
country I know"
II ike it nevertheless
''You should see it in typhoon,
with the water breaking against the
Bunder."
'Perhaps we SHALL"
"Not chance at this time of
year. Well, I've got to be going
about my business E