Thomas Marshall heaved himself out from the marital bed. Stretched and yawned quietly so as not to disturb Cowan his long-suffering wife. He would let her lie in for a few more minutes as he dragged his trousers over his warm long johns and flicked his braces taught and tight over his freshly white pressed shirt. His thick fingers fumbled with the button on his starched detachable collar.
Down the steep stairs he went and out into the icy back yard to relieve himself in the outside lavatory and after boiling the water in his whistling kettle, he stoked the fire so his wife would be warm before he set off for work in his second-hand car, his pride and joy.
Luckily, he had remembered to put his sheet music and saxophone case in the boot the evening before, as tonight was going to be a good one down at the dance hall in Manchester. He had regular practice sessions with the boys and they were ready to bring the house down. Especially as they had recruited a young female singer whose voice was like silk. Their specialities were Jazz, Jitterbug, and the Lindy.
He was particularly looking forward to this evening, as Alice was heading the gig tonight. The Ritz ballroom in Whitworth Street Manchester was a great venue. The dancers liked the way the sprung dance floor could give you sea legs if you stayed on it for too long. As the floor moved in time to the rhythm, the guys and GI’s would lead their eager partners onto the floor. ‘…It would take more than a war to vacate The Ritz…’ the motto on the tickets would say.
Thomas had a distinguished air about him and he became immersed in the role he had created for himself within and outside of the band. He was middle aged and handsome; he also had the gift of the gab most would say he certainly knew how to charm the ladies. A generous man who had many friends, as during these difficult times, he certainly knew how to flash the cash.
This was his life outside his modest home in the suburbs. Cowan was well looked after and did not need to bother herself with his outside hobbies. None of her concern, as what she did not know would not hurt her, besides none of those sort of things interested her. An odd monthly visit to the cinema was sufficient. She adored Rhett Butler and he thought that she fantasied she was Scarlet O’Hara. He chuckled to himself. The last time he had taken her to the pictures was to see ‘Gone with the wind’ and that he concluded was where his wife’s fantasy was born.
His wife spent her days looking after the home, sewing, baking, and reading, and spending time down at the library. Often bringing home a collection of various books, her love, and her pastime. She was very well read and could recite poetry too.
When Thomas was not playing his provocative swing music, he had another vocation. As a business man, he had been encouraged when he was younger to join the Freemasons, and had worked his way up. becoming the worshipful master within his lodge. He had worked hard impressing his fellow brothers and business men within the temple and was proud of his achievements.
A fine respected man of the Brotherhood. He was more than grateful to be one of the elder members of the temple as he had not been called up to defend his King and Country. When in the company of his colleagues he would brag how he wished he could be on the front line and sort the enemy out once and for all. However, that thought would never happen so he had to be content to enlist as a home guard, this was his way of helping to do his duty, while staying at home.
There was not much family time with Cowan in the evenings as Thomas had much going on. He often arrived home late to find his wife tucked up in her bed fast asleep and he would do his very best not to disturb her. Not once did she ask him about his nocturnal activities, grateful for that he thought. The ration books for food and essentials were quite meagre for the families, but with Thomas’s contacts Cowan never went short of anything she liked. His wife was grateful of that he thought proudly of himself. Cowan was a term of endearment for her and he rarely used her birth name Lily.
Alice Hall
Alice had grown up the youngest of four children. She loved to dance and she also loved to sing and when her parents were at the pub at weekends, she was often called in from the cold to stand on one of the tables and perform for the punters of the establishment. The smell of the hops reached her nostrils and she wondered why anyone would want to drink to the extent of giggling, brawling, and falling around. The men in the pub, after consuming a few halves of pale ale would request songs of the time. Alice was a good mimic and usually performed well and to her delight a reward would be pressed into her young hand. usually, a farthing or a ha’penny, if she was lucky.
Quite regularly she helped her mam to prop her Pop up, as he bounced his drunken body off the walls and up the back entry and along the cobbles of the crowded terrace streets. Saturday afternoon, once her father was in a happy tipsy mood, would take his wife to the butcher and with his small earnings from working in the foundry, would tell his wife to buy something nice that she would like to cook and divide up between the family. Most of the money went down to the pub and the children often felt rumblings in their small tummies, before being sent off to school.
Other times when her parents became intoxicated, her mam would become jealous of other women in the pub and would shout at her Pop all the way home. All Pop wanted to do Alice thought, was to sleep it off but her mother would not be able to help herself. Other than to nag, nag and peck his head, until halfway up the wooden stairs, he would turn and clatter back down them in his clogs and stumbling over to the fireplace, would take the poker used to stoke the fire and chase her down the street cussing and cursing her. He swore he would blind her if he got hold of her. Her mam would usually outwit him and get away. Sometimes Alice thought her family was entertainment for the neighbours, who often stood gossiping on the stone doorsteps in the their pinnies and cotton turbans.
Usually when Pop sobered up, he would have forgotten what all the commotion was about. Perplexed as to why his wife was slamming the pots and pans around while he nursed his sore head. Occasionally, her mam received a black eye. The kids knew that it was in their best interest to keep out of both of their parents’ way, especially when they both had a drink inside them, as they would usually be in the firing line. A punch bag if they were anywhere within reach.
The Manchester Christmas Blitz, 1940 screamed as the wail of the air raid sirens and the search lights started to circle the sky looking for enemy targets. A sound that Alice would never forget. Her frightened mother, would grab Alice and her older sister and brothers and tumble them into the Anderson shelter in the back yard, leaving Pop alone in his bed. Alice was not sure her Mam would have cared one inch, if the vermin infested house was flattened by the Gerry’s with her husband left inside. There was no love lost there she thought.
They had both been salvationists, her father was a musician in the Salvation army until he was thirty and then for some reason had been driven to or drove them both voluntarily to the demon drink. Never during the week for some reason, only Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and then he would certainly drink a skin full. Often to be found blacked out in the entry by one of the neighbours. His wife would have left him there to rot if her conscience had not kicked in, she would begrudgingly ask Alice to help her. Alice had a generous, good kind heart and would always help anyone who needed it.
Alice joined the Sunday school choir and her voice blossomed. Mr Dwyer the choir master would give her special music and singing lessons. She really liked Mr Dwyer, he was kind and saw something in Alice, and wanted her to get on in life. It was Sunday school that encouraged her to be part of the concerts until she was thirteen. It was a warm Sunday afternoon, that kind Mr Dwyer had asked her to stay behind for extra lessons and she eagerly agreed.
Alice was developing into a beautiful young lady and Mr Dwyer, a bachelor had well and truly taken her under his wing, to help her and to bring her on in leaps and bounds. He had a belief in her, he had also not failed to noticed the changes in Alice over the last few months. Her breasts had started to bud and proIt was a particularly hot summer and Mr Dwyer asked would Alice like to accompany him for a walk in the meadow so they could practice the words to a hymn outside in the sunshine.
Alice eagerly agreed and off they went to sit in the long grass. Mr Dwyer looked at Alice with a longing and a smile and Alice thought something in his manner was slightly different. He had picked a piece of long grass from the ground and put in his mouth to chew, it was then as she lifted her eyes under her long lashes to look at him, he took it out of his lips and traced the top of Alices arm with it.
The feeling of it sent a tickle and a feeling of fear and excitement through her. He was attractive for his age Mr Dwyer but he was around the same age as her dad she thought to herself. He asked her did she like it and she nodded. He then traced his fingers around her face and neck, she had a feeling within her that she had not felt before and that is when he placed his lips on hers. She was not sure what she should do but her teacher told her not to worry and he would show her.
That was Alice’s first kiss. A kiss, welcomed by her. Alice loved being in his company and had romantic thoughts about him for ages after that. Their secret that would be kept between them both.
Not long after her deflowering, Mr Dwyer was suddenly sent to another church in another county. Alice had arrived at their place of rendezvous to be stranded alone. Crushed and heartbroken as she ran back to the church to find out her teacher and lover had been sent away. No one would tell her why he had gone; she was not stupid. She would not tell a soul as she knew it could get Mr Dwyer into a lot of trouble. Their secret was always going to be safe with her.
Aged sixteen Alice had seen an advert in a local newsagents for a singer for a jazz band. She decided to audition. The Church had coached her voice and she was confident that she had a chance. Catching the tram into Manchester she made her way to the Ritz ballroom on Whitworth Street and that is where she met Thomas Marshall and his jazz band.
Alice was in awe of the venue; she had only ever been to the local pub before and never ventured into town especially in the evening. Alice liked Thomas’s friendly persona and very quickly got into her role as jazz singer mimicking the greats such as Billy Holiday’s ‘That ole Devil called Love’. The band played some other hits and using her skills that she had been taught at Sunday School and also the pub, she very soon adapted her style; and the band were blown away.
Alice was given the job as the singer and the relationship between them developed. That very same week Alice had been offered a job as a secretary in a local firm. It was all coming together for her. She could move out of her parent’s house and with the wage she was earning, she would look for digs in the local area, and there she would have freedom, and one day who knows Alice thought, she fancied herself performing on the big screen.
Well, Thomas had mentioned to her that he could see ‘Alice Hall’s’ name in lights, His big band backing her of course, he winked.
What a dream? Thomas had told her that he was a Worshipful Master in a Freemason Lodge in Manchester. He had many contacts and if she played her cards right, he would take her to the ladies’ nights, where there, Alice could speak to those in the know herself, he teased.
Leaving his car at the factory he caught a 211 bus into town. As he was setting up his equipment, tuning and retuning noisily in the venue. His saxophone went quiet now as his eyes gazed on their attractive lead singer, her long blonde hair set in the fashion of the time. Eyebrows pencil thin and her voluptuous lips accentuated with crimson lipstick. Her hourglass figure with a wasped waist hugged tight within her pencil skirt.
His eyes eased her body from her bottom to her ankles and up again. Straining to see the top of her thigh, trying to work out if that was a tiny button on a suspender belt hidden and slightly bulging as Alice readjusted her skirt.
Her voice was like glass and all the while Thomas could not keep his eyes off her. Distracted and with a deep feeling of excitement he had already made his mind up. Thirty years or so her senior would not stop him setting out a plan to seduce Alice Hall.
The yanks had been impressing the ladies with silk stockings and cigarettes, often used as bartering tools, to attract, sneak a kiss and more than likely a fumble with many a young lass. The girls were flattered that the handsome American soldiers would take an interest in them and ask them to dance.
Most of the girls came from underprivileged backgrounds and would often use gravy browning to colour their legs, drawing a line up the back with eyebrow pencil, they could not believe their luck when presented with a pair of exquisite silk stockings and would be only too happy to please a young solider at the back of the Ritz.
Thomas likened himself to the GI’s, as with his contacts he could also get luxury items when he wanted and as the sirens started to go off, he quickly took no hesitation in ushering Alice outside into the cold winter air. As he draped his trench coat around her shoulders and guided her to shelter, his hand nestled into the small of her back. He was a gentleman after all.
Alice entered the opening to the shelter and very quickly settled in. The comeradery of people brought together as a community, tried to hide their fear as the rumble of the enemy aircraft shook, and boomed, and shrieked as the air strikes took place around Manchester and Salford. Within no time at all, people started to sing to uplift the mood and spirit while under the shadow of the German artillery.
Thomas truly mesmerised, as Alice, doing what came natural to her, broke into the popular song of the day, and as many knew the tune, began to join in and sing along. A couple of the young men came up to her asking was she was a professional singer and urged her to sign any piece of paper they could find. Gazing at her as if she was a pinup girl much to Thomas’s irritation. He was glad when the air raid was over and feeling safer, they made their way up the stone steps and on into the chilly night air.
Thomas was adept at finding his way around the city with a knowing of all the short cuts, he guided Alice to a quiet, secluded place. No lights were allowed during the black out so it was quite easy to become invisible to any passers-by.
Thomas kissed her with a hunger he had forgotten existed and Alice responded, flattered that he would feel that way about her and using the temptress and female power inside her took him on a sensual journey that only she could.
This was to be the start of their regular liaisons. Which would carry on for years to come. Thomas promised her that one day he would leave his wife, mostly when he thought Alice was being needy. Freely, she gave herself away to this married man in exchange for the lavish lifestyle of new clothes, fancy restaurants, and weekends away. The intimacy was amazing especially when he would sneak that odd hour or two to be with her.
Thomas was aware that Alice’s body clock was ticking by, he did not want to spoil what he had with either of his girls though. Cowan his faithful and dutiful wife, who made his life most comfortable and stable. Never asking why the Masons took up his evenings and a few weekends away from home. His wife was elegant in her day, she still had a beauty about her even with the grey hair showing and dressed in her pinny, she made the house cosy for when he came home. Never making demands on him in the bedroom which suited them both.
On the other hand, he would show Alice around some luxury properties in the city, but just as he promised to put a deposit down on one, something would always happen and the deal would once again fall through. Eventually he managed to secure a lease on one that belonged to a fellow at the Lodge and Alice believed he had bought it for them both, she was so overjoyed that now he would leave his wife for good.
It was the nights when he felt guilty, when he had promised to meet Alice but something came up at home and he would have to cancel her with very short notice. Alice always smiled and said everything was ok and it did not matter. He was relieved but conscious that it did matter to her. Alice was sacrificing her happiness for Thomas. Never complaining.
The war was coming to an end and goods had started to become more available. So, to make up for it he would treat her to more little luxuries then once again Alice would fall back into his arms once more with no demands. Everyone was happy Thomas concluded.
That was until one evening as they made love and lay romantically together, that Alice dropped the bombshell. Her belly was full with child. Panic set in, he tried not to show the fear he felt. So, he whispered all the sweet nothings that he knew she wanted to hear while he thought, and pondered and thought once more and bided his time until she fell into a gentle sleep.
He had friends in the know, people within the Lodge who would know what to do. One of the brothers was a doctor, a surgeon who had fallen on bad times. He owed a favour to Thomas and maybe he would be able to get the man to perform some sort of surgery on her. The man had been struck off for something minor but he had been a doctor for years and certainly would know what to do. So with some trepidation he left a note for Alice.
It read:
My darling Alice,
I hope you will not be too disappointed but I cannot go through with this. I have more than loved our liaisons and you are truly a gorgeous and sensual woman.
However, it would not be right to leave my Cowan. I am sure you will understand.
There is some money in this envelope. I know a good doctor who is very discreet and reliable with these matters.
Here is his business card.
I am sure you will agree that its best if we do not see each other for a while, at least until this unfortunate incident is dealt with.
M X
When Alice awoke all her dreams and hopes were shattered. Frantically she tried to call him, but every time M’s secretary would answer that he was unavailable or out of office.
Alice had even come close to calling round to her former lover’s house, but once again she put his needs above hers. After weeks of no contact and feeling frightened as her battle-axe of a landlady would certainly throw her out of her digs if she ever found out she was with child. Fearfully and reluctantly, she did as Thomas Marshall asked and made her way to the doctor, the back street abortionist. For him to take her and Thomas’s love child away.
Thomas had been avoiding Alice for weeks, he had been living on pins as he expected a knock on his family door at any moment in time. He had worked out what he would say in defence of his behaviour to Cowan, firstly, he would deny it and then if there was any evidence of proof that the baby was his he would say he was tricked and seduced by that harlot of a woman.
Worse still he thought, what if she did not go through with it, the last thing he wanted or needed was a future child rapping on his front door, at the end of the day he was no young man, he was now the mature age of 67.
He sighed and picked up his local Manchester Evening News. As he turned the page, he was confounded and shocked to find a photograph of Alice Hall on the third page.
The article read:
Doctor struck off after performing a fatal, illegal abortion
Doctor Harold Barret who was formerly struck off the register for neglect in 1951, performed a back street abortion in his office in St Annes Square Manchester.
Alice Hall had visited this abortionist in desperation as her married lover had arranged a back hander of money to be given to the man, in exchange that he would carry out an induced miscarriage.
On sending the young woman home. Alice Hall aged 37 haemorrhaged at the bedsit she was renting and as the landlady Mrs Gulliver had not received the rent for that week, and had tried to enter the room with a skeleton key. She was shaken and traumatised to find to Alice’s lifeless body slumped over a mop bucket with her aborted foetus in her arms.
The doctor in question will appear at Manchester Magistrate Court on the 12th March for sentencing.
Apprehension, dread, and despair clutched his inner core as he desperately tried to save his soul. As his gaze wandered to the large oak dresser that shouldered the large mirror in the breakfast room.
A mirror that had once given an illusion of space suddenly immersed him into a state of claustrophobia and panic. With an intense feeling of confinement, there within the glass, was a figure hazy and fading; there she was; eyebrows pencil thin, volumptious crimson lips. an hourglass figure with wasped waist hugged tightly within a pencil skirt.
A beacon beckoning him into the glass; a deathly path into the spirit world.
A gateway into the unkown.
Cowan in her pristine pinny, much to his despair, started fussing around the breakfast table, straightening the cloth, and dusting up the breakfast crumbs.
Just as a startling sound of an official pounding banged upon his front door.
Julie Modla