Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 291, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 April 1924 — Page 8
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BEGIN HERE TODAY Dolly, a rovenie=s. is in love with her poor suitor. Robert Durham When Nigel Bretherton. who has money, falls in lore with her. Dolly gives up Robert and marries Niye!. The marriafte proves an unhappy one. When war is declared N'tgel is clad to enlist. He leaves Dolly in the care of his friend. Mary Furnival., Mary is in love with Nigel and tries 'to make his wife happy. Dolly regrets her hasty marriage with Nigel and tells Maary she is sorry because she did not marry Robert When Nigel leaves for the front. Mary and Dolly decide to live together in Dolly’s flat The girls are. opposites in every way hut Mary tries to love Dolly for Nigel s sake. NOW GO OX WITH THE STORY <l r " 10NT even you understand?” I j she asked, in a muffled voice. - “Couldn t you see that he was glad to go—that he wanted to go? We’ve Just been making the best of a bad job ever since we were married—it was a mistake —just a silly mistake. Oh, I’m rot blaming him—he’s always been kind, and I know he’s good ard brave, but oh, I know that he’s hated it all as much as I have!” Her Voice sank to a whisper. A little fluffy kitten of Dolly’s had left the rug. and was rolling over and over with a ball of khaki wool between its tiny paws, hopelessly entangling it: but Mary did not see, and would not have cared had she seen. Presently her head. The elder girl move a little; she seemed to drag her thoughts back from some far distance to the girl at her side. “I think,” ■ she said slowly—“ 1 think that —perhaps I always—know.” In Jhis moment of illumination it seemed as if she really had always known: some love is gifted with strange intuition, and she had always loved Nigel. v “I don’t blame him—he ought not to have married mg. I wasn't good enough for him. ijjbt —but I was so tired of being poAr—of earning my own living.” She thought of two unmanageable ohildren. and shivered. And then suddenly she thought of Robert Durham. She had never seen him since she wrote that curt note of dismissal—never heard anything of him—and yet. somehow, hehad never been out of her thoughts. Here was ofle reason why she and Nigel had .never been happy—because stWachjsprdereo? Take Haley’s Magnesia-Oil —milk of magnesia and mineral oil combined There is a cause for disordered stomach. And that cause will most often be found in the lower bowel, the seat of most ao-calied “stomach trouble.” Adds from fermenting, accumulating waste matter must be neutralized and waste matter eliminated. Two things are necessary—both are done at one time with Haley’s Magnesia-Oil (milk of magnesia combined with mineral oil). Both oil and magnesia work together is they should. The oil carries the magnesia straight to the lower bowel where his needed. Adds are neutralized, dogged tracts are lubricated. Action is prompt but devoid of griping or distress. Get a bottle of Haley’s hlagnesia-Oil today. There is no oily taste. If ycur druggist can’t supply you write us. Well mail postpaid on receipt of mice. Trial size, 35c; family size, sl. Tha Haley M-G Company, Indianapolis, Ind. HALEY’S # magnesiaoil •fhp f Constipation 1 qJ gcdcid Stomach J
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she h*ad always loved another man; she wondered what Mary would say if she knew. Mary, who had never had a love affair in all her life. Mary stooped and disengaged the ball of wool from the kitten's tiny paws; the knitting needles began to click again busily. •, Dolly looked out of the window with dreamy eyes. Mary, glancing at her, wondered ’ what were her thoughts; beyond a tiny pucker between her brows, she looked serene and undisturbed. Mary stiffled the sigh in her throat, and went on patiently knitting the knaki-coloder sock. CHAPTER IV David’s Ijetter September was dying, and the artist hand of October had begun to paint the world with its wonderful tints of red and orange. Already the trees were getting bare; one could see the road quite plainly
DOLLY CAUGHT HER BREATH. WITH ALMOST A CRY. now from the windows of Dolly Bretherton's flat through the shiver ing line of lime-trees that bordered the path outside. Dolly stood at the window, and looked out at the gray, misty line of sky above the houses; she always seemed to be looking out of the window now. She had a curious feeling that she was waiting for something something important something that would come along and change 'the whole of her life—something, she did not know w T hat. Nearly seven weeks since Nigel went away. Twice she had had an official post card from him, with the meager news that he was well; once a letter hastily scrawled on scraps of paper. He was full of enthusiasm, full of courage, but it was the sort of letter he might have written to an ordinary i acquaintance. I Dolly gave it to Mary to read. “There are no secrets, ’ she said dryly. The letter began. “Dearest Dolly," and ended, “Yours affectionately." That was a fortnight ago now. and ! since then there had been no news. She swung round from the window : suddenly to where Mary sat at the I table writing. ! “David Bretherton doesn’t seem to ibe going to acknowledge me, does he?” she asked. Mary looked up. “David!” she echoed. Dolly made a little impatient gesture. "Nigel's brother, I mean. Nigel wrote to him before he went to France, and told him all about our marriage. He thought—in case he never came back —that David ought to know.” Mary made no comment. “I suppose if anything happens I shall be quite dependent on his—charity," Dolly said again, bitterly. “Perhaps he has never had Nigel’s letter." "I don’t suppose he’d anrwer it if he had; he doesn’t believe in marriage. Nigel was always saying what a peculiar sort of man he was. Did you ever know him, Mary?” ”S*o.” Dolly wandered back again to the window. “He's as rich as Croesus.” she said. “They have a lovely house in the country—the Red Grange.”
“I know.” "You know! Have you ever been there?” Mary flushed a little. "Nigel took me down one day—oh. a long time ago, before he ever knew of you!" she added quickly, seeing a spark of anger in her friend's eyes. “He would never take me—he made excuses when I asked him. “Is it very beautiful?” she asked. “I have never seen such a lovely place." The gate clicked suddenly. Dolly turned her head again. “It’s the postman,” she said. There was something frightened in her voice. "You go, Mary.” Mary went out into the hall; she came back after a moment with one letter. "It s for Nigel,” she said. Dolly took it, and eagerly scanned the envelope. The stamp was a foreign one. -It's from David.” she said. “At last.’” • * * Her hands shook with excitement as she opened the flap. Mary turned away; she was beginning to wonder if she had ever really cared anything for Nigel’s wife —If it had not just been for his sake that she had been a friend to her. After a moment Dolly gave a little angry exclamation: she laughed shortly. , “I knew what he would say. I always told Nigel.” She pushed the letter across the table. "Read it. Very well, then.” as Mary shook her head. '‘l’ll read it to you.” "Dear Nigel—Many thanks for your letter, in which you tell me you are going to the Fref/ and that you have been marrietf eighteen months. Neither piece * { news came as a surprlffc to me. coming home aShnost imme-
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diately to see If the War Office can be persuaded to make some use of ar. old crock like myself, and shall hope to see you before you leave England, when wc can discuss the future. "With regprd to your marriage, 1 only hope you have rnad£ a wise choice, and are happy, though the tone of your letter makes me dubious.” Dolly screwed the letter into the palm of her hand and threw It across the room. Her eyes were flashing angrily. .
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"Did you ever hoar such a thing? How dare he! Nigel'must have said something. He would not show me the letter he wrote. I ought to have made him.” She burst Into a storm of angry tears. "Dolly—Dolly!” Dolly wrenched herself free when Mary would have put an arm around her. She ran from the room. Face downward on the bed she sobbed herself Into, serenity again; she rose
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presently and bathed her face and brushed her hair. She put on her hat jand went out; she passed the loom where Mary was sitting, but did not go in, or call goodby to her. * * * The September afternoon was drawing to a close, there was no breath of wind, and tfhe red and yellow leaves hung listleesly from the trees thp. bordered the path. Dolly waked on with down-bent I eves, she did not know why she hud come out —he had nowhere partlcu-
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lar to go; but the house seemed to stifle her; the presence of Mary was a reprojach. She thought of Robert Durham — his kind, grave face, his worshipful smile; and a man coming along the street bumped against her. He drew back with a muttered apology, then stopped. "Dolly!” Dolly caught her breath with almost a cry. She looked up at his face, and* thought herself dreaming; then she held out both shalffiig hanfjs,
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only to withdraw them. * again agitatedly. "Robert!" She had been thinking of him. and now he was here. For two years she had longed for a sight of him, though she had not dared to confess it even to her own heart; and now he was at her side. The blood rushed up into her face- her eyes spoke the welcome her Ups dared .not utter. It was he 4,h0 recovered himself first; he was i. little pale, but quite selTposseesed.
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"I was thinking about you a Btt ment ago,” he said. “I was thinking of you,” she an swe red impulsively. Her eyes were wandering over him —his face, his figure. He was so Jittle altered —older, per haps, and —yes, he was better dressed than she remembered him. There was a smarter cut to his coat; hi wore expensive-looking boots. He seemed to follow her thoughts, foi he said, smiling rather constrainedly (Continued tn Our Next Israel