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THE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, MAY. 13, 1955.

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DID IT HAPPEN?

Another of the stories with a talking point at the end. Is it true-to-life FACT or imaginative FICTION?

You are left to decide: DID IT HAPPEN?

-T was during October, a year or two after the war, and I was staying by myself in Freaque, one of those many little walled towns you find in the South of France, built during the Middle Ages, high up in the hills for safety against invaders. From the window of my room in Freaque's only hotel, I looked out across the vineyards of the plain to the Mediterranean.

Every morning, taking with me a long stick and a packet of food put up for me by good Madame, the patronne, I started off to explore the wild and deserted country that lay round about.

One day I walked further than I had meant to do and by the time I turned round to come back it was late-too late-the sun already low. I was. hurrying forward, wanting to be in my own familiar valley again before the light had quite gone, when I saw ahead of me, barring my path, a very large rough-haired black dog. As I drew anxiously nearer it began to snarl.

Now, for as long as I can remember, I have had an ineràdicable dread of dogs, and I knew I never could go past this one. The best thing, I decided, was to waste no time in trying to screw up courage I had not got, but instead to make at once a detour striking the road again further up, and perhaps even achieving a short cut. I plunged off to one side' into the gorse and scrub. Behind me I heard barking, and began to run.

Presently it was impossible to run, for the scrub changed into thick undergrowth, then to a shoulder-high tangle, Binally into thorn. As I tumed this way and that to avoid being scratched beyond Endurance I forgot al- first direction. together my Pretty soon I was lost.

Although

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The Giant Who Shook Bandung

By RANDOLPH SMITH

VIR John Lionel Kotela- A deeply plous Buddhist, Sir wala is a neutralist John belleves that death is the with a difference. He door to spiritual progress, Bu

he also believes that death may has said flatly that he wants be the door to regress.

Ceylon to be "the Switzer-

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land of Asia" standing What a man does in this life between the Communists will decide the issue. and the anti-Communists in In the 18 months since he an effort to keep the peace: John has been doing much.

became Prime Minister, Sir

But that doesn't mean devot-" ing himself. to tell the Com- munists what fine, progressive people they are.

.

He stocked the Bandung con- ference by laying into Soviet Imperialism."

Ceylon tiny country with a' of barely eight population million has breme a power to be reckoned with in Asia.

At Bandung, the delegates listened attentively and respect fully while he lambasted Rusion

A little while ago, when India's Premier Nehru was ex plaining to the world how pro- Imperialism. And, though ha grossive the Chinese were and was nearly alone in his view, no warning how disastrous an one dared to suggest that the other war anywhere would be, issue should be dropped without Sir John remarked tartly "All a discussion Not even China's men must die sometime"

Chou En-Lad,

That wasn't a callous accept- At the Commonwealth_Prime ance of distance. Just a re- Ministers' conference in London minder of Sir John's deep- roated conviction that there are some things worse than death.

I took a step towards the door....

IT'S TOO LATE

TO LEAVE

by Emma Smith

nothing else

The bolts "say.

to

slid back.

And I,1 for the was cordial,

it was not quite dark, for the moon was about

"Entrez made- to rise, the sun had gone; it was ould; and for the first time the moiselle!" countryside surrounding me entered, scemed friendly no longer, but tone

face the bristly

race Extreme the and hostile. alien

broken Up *** me, and I bro Joneliness overcame

Then I struggled smiles of welcome. wept a little.

past this little

on.

I went forward,

man in his beret

Bolts slid back

and blue cotton

trousers, into the

I aimed uphill, in the calcula-

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47 26 EMMA SMITH become in 1949 the youngest woman writer to win the James Yall Black Memorial Prizm, !! was awarded for bet noent, Th Far Cry, which she wrote in the South of France. She d there for six months in 1943. offer a ward for her first book, Halda Tre

In 1957 she married Alt. Richard Stewart-Jones — Swe www.cs offer they met at the Chaises Arts Ball Thay bare ONE O

I

move

not

I could neither speak, and as I stood there heard bolts or the other side of the -door being very softly shot across. "This is a dream," I said, but I tried the door and would not open,

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stood in the middle of the room, thinking. No one in the world knows where I am. No one in the world can help me. This was a terrible thought, so terrible that I realised I must I must be put it from me. rational: it was possible, after all, that these people were good, kind peasants and my fear a foolish fancy, in which case could curl up on that bed and me and sleep like

child

reassurance, while I told them of where I had been and what had happened. I expected them to laugh and scoff at my terrors, but Madame looked grave and clicked her tongue often as I spoke."

"It is the good God who has protected you," she said at last. "They are mad, those people there. But mad, truly," she said, with her finger against her forehead. "I would not myself pass their doar alone, no, not even in the daytime.".

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room to be greeted by his wife. "She is tired," said the woman.

It was her expression that "Fatigue, fatigue," she hissed pull those disgusting rags over Look me aback-the intense at her husband. I asked them

She stood in then to tell me the road to this moment a voice said, very tion that if I so continued. I must sometime arrive at a summit. eagerness of it.

quietly, just on the other side It was slow and painfu, for the front of the fire, leaning for- Freaque.

of the door: "Mademoiselle?" like imprisoned me

RCTOSS the table on one thom

a wad while with the other she

"It is 100 late to go to Again, I had heard no footsteps, after quicksand but

rather hand,

her head. Freaque," said the woman only there was a slight scuffing more than an hour I came on a heid a lamp above

face, thrust out towards stood up. I was taller than at the bolts. path. The path led me downhill Her

"I must go," I I said very loudly and angrily, for a short distance until sud- me, trembled and twitched as elther of them.

excitement, said. "Too late, too late," she in English: "Go away. Go away on grass though with great

once. Leave denly I was walking

me alone. again, and before me stood a and yet her bright black eyes, repeated, shaking her head,

There was no answer, no sound. But now knew I could not cottage with a light showing staring straight at me, had a

peculiar unfocused look. dimiy in one window.

stay.

No help now

at

I

Of course, it was ridiculously

I was so thankful I ran and Under the table lay the large knocked against the door. At rough-haired black dog, growi I glanced about the room in a easy. The window was not, in though sudden menacing

la?"

sais

No. sound

this a dog began to bark, then ing in. 4

access of desperation, any case, far from the ground, yelped and was silent. I heard subdued fashion. I faltered, but and for the first time noticed and immediately under it stood no footsteps, but after a pause, a the husband took hold of my how filthy It was, a hovel, a den. a water barrel. The worst part. voice immediately on the other arm familiarly from behind and When I saw its dirtiness I grew was opening the window, which

creaked horribly, side of the door said: "Qui est pushed me on towards the fire more afraid and took a step

towards the door, but the hus He made me sit down. His band sprang before me. A

disappeared "I am lost," I said "Je me wife

into the rent of words poured from Him, perdu

could think of shadows and came back with a some of which I understood.

bottle and glasses. I drank the was tired, he said, it was better

After that it was no more pastis hate so much and he to go to Freaque tomorrow. He aifficult than going down a step- alled my glass again. They boked over my shoulder, ladder, yet I felt I was engaged stood on either side of my smiling; he never quite looked

dangerous an incredibly chair, bending down to

exploit. My heart was in my The pastis spun in my head; mouth. I expected the door to exhaustion and the smoky fly open on the other side of the warmth of the room melted house, the dog to bound out were so loud, their Midi accents together, and I stood by him upon me, the man and his wife

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their faces on level with

dave

They talked excitedly, both at

the same time, but their voices

at me.

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rushing after with

By broad, I could understand stening like someone hypno- to come scarcely a word they said. And tised. His wife listened, 100, textible shouts and cries. as they talked, they touched me. picking at her clothes.

Horror

*Tomorrow, tomorrow," he But nothing happened. There said, and he was urging me up was not a sound or a stirring. the stairs with a lamp in one The grass was soft and springy, hand 1 was too much afraid the moonlight clear. 1 ran, and too much confused to push breathless with terror, down a broad path other than the one Their Angers made little dart past him and ring down the ing movements to

I had arrived by which a few pick up the stairs and out int

into the night. stuff of my skirt, to brush, as He took me into a very small hundred yards

the

though by accident, my shoulder, sbom, almost entirely filled by a road to Fader of

my arm, to press against my lew very large bed. There were no I reached my hotel at mid- I was filled with an extra sheets on it, but a heap of old night, Neither - Madame or ordinary horror, and the weak shawls and broken blankets, He Monsieur had gone to bed. They excessively unquiet, ness of horror, 1. could do laid his head sideways on to one had been nothing except lean myself more hand. "Dormer blen. Sleep they said, on my account. I and more back in my chair, and well" he said, and becked out took hold of Madame's plung at last close my eyes."

of the room,

wrist with both my hands for

SIR JOHN

Zour months ago, he played @leading part In drafting the plan for united Commonwealth defence. A plan with which Mr Nehru would have nothing to

do.

be

British Common- wealth, he feels, is one of The world's great forces for peace and pro- gress-so long as it remains a Area unjon of independent nalions united by common con- sent.

As for British colonialism. he had not hesitated. to use Hersh words when he thought Her Majesty's Government was off the track.

He has no time for "ditherers.

The year before he was Prime Minister, when he was serving as Minister of Trans- port and Works, he was faced with 4 wave of Communist- Inspired strikes following the Government's decision to end the rice subsidy.

The strike- threatened wreck the economy.

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Sir John proclaimed a state; of emergency and sent in the troops and the police. The Com- munists saw a chance for civil war and started a fracas in which 21 were killed and 175 injured."

But Sir John was too fast for them. Within two days, the trouble was over.

When te became Prime Minister, one, of his first acti was to pardon 2,000 civil ser- vants who had been sacked during the strife.

But he warted them: "I will have no truck with those who believe in methods.

revolutionary foremost out

One of my

duties will be

to stamp Communism from my country.""

Since

there has" then,

been

a peep out of the Communists.

Even the three, who sit in the Parlament where Sir John's 101 party has 54 out of the seats the biggest opposition party has only a fifth of this number are quiet and well- behaved.

Chou En-lai must think of Ceylon as a blot on the map.

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