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BOXING. WITESTUNG FENCING

March 20, 1941.

By Walt Disney

JOE'S GYM LEARN TO BOX

WE MAKE A FIGHTER OF YOU

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Chapter One

I dreamt I went to Mander- ley again, last night. I dreamt of Manderley, and saw the house once again in its great benuty-a thing of grace, ex- quisite and fanless. Its clean, grey stone mellowed by centuries, it looked down upon the bright gardens and trim velvet lawns which swept in terrace after terrace to the sen. Framed by the smooth grassland ant magnificent. trees, it surveyed the rich land which had been its own since Elizabeth reigned.

We can never go back there. again. The past is still too close to us. But sometimes in my dreams I do go back to Manderley, and to the strange days of my life which began, for me, on the top of a cliff, in the south of France.

How different we are now, and how much time has passed, since then! It is as though each of us can come to pence only after having endured the trial of fire and of our own particular devils, as we have. It is as though only in peace does each montent live its full, long life. IIe sits before me now, and his steady, well- shaped-hands are peeling a langerine in quiet, methodical fashion, and i remember him on the cliff's crest, in France. I knew then, that first mio- ment, that he was in agony, was about to leave

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I saw him, from behind, and screamed; screamed light- ly, to be able to at all, the moment seemed so desperate. He wheeled, and came away from the crest of the cliff,

Even then, in the light of day, his face was full of qAPK- ness and pain. There was light grey in his hair, givang his handsome face a lightness that must have been missing when he was young. Ile spoke grufly to me, and I hustened away down the road to the hotel. A minute inter he was driving up alongside, offering me a lift, which I refused. He drove away,

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When I returned to the hotel (the Hotel de Paris, as I recall), I found Mrs Van Hopper in a particulariy ugly mood and most bitter over the lack of well-known per- . sonalities at Monte Carlo. was in the employ of Mrs Van Hopper, as a companion, and I suppose I endured her sloppiness and repulsive snob)- bery quite well. Not only was she my employer, but I was slight and very shy; she had few restraints before me.

After dinner, as we snit in the lobby, we saw him. I was terrified to see that Mrs Van Hopper knew him; with some effort, she mobilised her- self for a gushing welcome. As he made his way across the room, he looked right through me. "Why, it's Müx de Winter," she whispered, and immediately poured forth: "Mr de Winter! How do you do?" He seemed quite will- ing to avoid her, or us, but failed before her jabbery rush of talk. He was harpooned,

and also, apparently, some- what piqued; to be rid of her, he made several incredibly in- sulting remarks, which she well deserved but of course did not notice. When he had left she told me that his place, Manderley, "Couldn't be beat for beauty" and that she had heard he couldn't get over the death of his wife, who had drowned while sailing. The next morning, she came down with influenza.

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The days that came, quick- ly, after Mrs Van Hopper was taken ill, are to this day strangely without number. I can only remember how much I enjoyed them, and how much I came to life with them.

I can remember that first morning, breakfasting with- out her, and suddenly with him when he commanded me to join him. Then, the long rides to the shore and to the cliffs, and the excuse of tennis lessons to Mrs Van Hopper, and how he spoke of Mander- ley, with a great and lonely love. On Mrs Van Hopper's last bed-ridden day, which wou

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and get out!" This was more than I could understand, and the tears came quickly. He gave me his handkerchief.

"And don't call me Mr de Winter," he stormed on, half laughingly. "It makes me feel more aged than I am. I have several first names--George Fortescue Maximilian. You don't have to bother with all of them. My family calls me Maxim

I looked up at him, and was swept into his arms, to his kiss.

Mrs Van Hopper very sud- denly decided to leave for New York. We were to sail im- mediately. In the rush of preparations and packing, I tried frantically to réach Maxim on the telephone. Fail- ing, I left everything and went to his room, and found him just out of the bath. I told him I had come..to say good- bye, and of the hateful jour- ney to New York.

"Why in Heaven's name go with her then?" he asked.

"I've told you I can't af ford to lose my job."

He picked up his clothes from a chair and went into the bathroom, leaving the door half open. "Which would you prefer New York or Mander- ley I heard him say.

"Please don't joke about it," I said. "Mrs Van Hopper's waiting--I think I'd better say goodbye."

Mrs Van Ilopper or you come home to Manderley with me." "Do you mean you want a secretary or something?"

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my own last day of freedom, we drove for hours.

We spoke sparsely, half-gay and half-depressed, until he asked to know what I was thinking

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that you know everything there is to know about me," I said, "but that I know nothing more about you than I did the first

lay we mot."

"And what was that?" - "That you own Manderley and that you had lost your wife."

The car's speed · Increased. He said nothing, somehow len- sely.

"I wish I were a woman of thirty-six, dressed in black satin, with a string of pearls!” I blurted.

"You wouldn't be here with me if you were," Then, to answer my empty, hungry look, he went on: "I asked you

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come with me because I wanted your company. You've blotted out the past for nie far more than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But if you think I'm just being chari- table or kind, leave the car now and find your own way home! Go on, open the door "I repeat what I sakl- either you go to America with

marry me, you little fool."

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I sat dulled, and feeling un- real, with my hands in my lap,

"But you don't understand,' I said. "I'm not the sort of person men marry."

"What on earth do you

mean?"

"Well, I don't belong in your sort of world—in Manderley -for one thing."

"I'm the person to judge whether you belong there or noi, Of course, if you don't love me, that's different. fino blow to my concelt?"

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"I do love you! I love you dread- fully. I've been miserable and I've been crying all morning because 1 I should never see you thought Again,"

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me his band. "Bless you for that,” he said quietly. "All right then-ll's set- fled.*

I begged him to tell Mrs Van Hopper, whose restraint over fury and snobbish surprise, when she heard, was remarkable. She was quite brutal and vulgar toward me when he left the room, of course,

That same day Maxim and 1 were married by the Mayor. We drove north to England,

and to Manderley's grent from gates. Just as we were winding up the drive- way-just before I

I first now the magnificent house-it began to rain. The car was open, and my hair foll in wet wisps around my face.

(To be continued to-morrow)

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