Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 292, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 April 1924 — Page 10

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BEI.IS HKKK TODAY Dolly a governess, is ill love with her ■)oor suitor/ Robert Durham. When Nigel Bretherton who has money, falls tn love wit hher, Dolly gives up Robert thd marries Nigel. The marriage proves iu unhappy one. When war is declared. Nigel is glad o enlist. He leaves Dolly tn the care of his friend. Mary Furnival. Mary is :i love with Nigel and tries to make his wife happy. Dolly regrets her hasty marriage with Nigel and tells Mary she is sorry because she did not' marry Rober When Nigel leaves for the front. Mary and Dolly decide to live toeether i Dolly's flat. Dolly takes a walk and. i: accident meets Robert Durham. She otices that he looks prosperous. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY <4 J | | 'VE fallen on better days' I I since—since we met." He l- I turned his eyes from her face painfully. “Do you remember how you used to laugh at me when I said that T knew my ship would come home some day? Well, it's come now. I’m not a poor man any longer. If you’d waited —" He caught himself up with an apology. “I'm sorry—l shouldn't have said that. I hope you're very happy.’’ “My husband is at the Front—he's • een out there seven weeks.” There was a little silence, then. 'What are you doing. Robert?” she asked. “Mayn’t I be interested?” He answered evasively. '“I got an appointment abroad —I am leaving England in three weeks’ rime." She echoed the word voicelessly* “Abroad?" The Argentine—yes.” It was nothing to her where he went, of course; it could never be anything to her again, but yet—she pulled herself together vvitji a desperate effort. “Well. I niiisi be getting on.” Her voice sounded far away—stupid. Goodby.” He ra.sed his hat sifflv. and turned wav. He did not or.ee Hook back, snd Dolly went on, feelmg as if she had to forcibly drag her feet every step thnt led her away from him. It seemed afterwards that she must

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have walked along the street for hours; it was quite dark when she reached home. % The door of the flat stood open. In the lighted hall she could see Mary Furnival and the little maidservant standing together. They both turned as she entered. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Dolly spoke j the words constrainedly. “I went for I a long walk—it was such a lovely evening." She stopped. “Why are you staring at me so?” she asked, with a sort of dull anger. j The little maidservant flung her a prop, over her head and burst into i roisv weeping. Mary stepped forward and put an arm round Dolly. “There is news—bad news, deair,” she said. Her voice was kind, but Nrold —so cold. “You must try and be brave. Come and sit down, and I will j tell you.” But Dolly did not move; j she felt suddenly as if her feet were j frozen to the spot where she stood. Her voice was sharp—almost shrill. j "I know what it is—l know, Nigei— 1 Nigel is dead!” There was * a moment's silence. I broken only by the little maidser-

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“I AM DAVID BRETHERTON—NIGELS BROTHER.” vant's hysterical weeping :then Mary Furnival echoed Dolly's words; "Nigel—Nigel is dead!" But the agony of the widow was in her voice. CHAPTER V “Died From Wounds” Mary Furnival opened her eyes to the angry sting of chill raindrops on the window, and the suilen breath of October wind shaking the casement. Nearly a month had swept itself, away since that day when they heard j of Nigel's death. “Died from wounds'.” Mary wondered, as she lay back on the pillows with closed eyes, if she would ever be able to get those words out of her brain —her heart! Nigel'was dead; the brief chapter of his life was written and finished. A kindly comrade had sent back his few little possessions; they still lay on the table in the pretty drawing room across the hall —a few letters, a pocket-case, a broken pipe. A clock on the shelf struck 8. Mary sat up in bed, and looked through the window at the drenched, weeping world. Someone tapped softly on her door. She roused herself. The little maidservant entered. “Oh, please. miss, the mistress is not in her room.” Mary smiled involuntarily. “I expect she is in the dining-room —or she may have got up early and gone out.” “But, oh. please, miss, her bed hasn't been slept in: it's all just as I turned it down last night." For a moment Mary sat very still, then she threw back the bedclothes. She put on her dressing-gown awf crossed the narrow hall to the open door of Dolly’s room. She looked around the room with dread in her eyes. It was quite tidy. Nothing had been disturbed, but on the mantelshelf —she* felt suddenly weak, as If she must fall, for there, propped up against the clock, was a letter, directed in Dolly’s flourishing hand. “Mary ; —” Her own name stared at her across the gray light of the room ;she went over and took it down with a shaking hand. From the doorway the little maid watched her with scared eyes. She broke the seal, and read the first few lines —there was no beginning. ”1 know you will hate and despise me for what I am going to do, but I can’t see that it matters. “Nobody cares what becomes of me except Robert, and he has always gloved me. He is going to leave Eng land today, and I am going with him I ought to have married him instead of Nigel. We shall be married in London this morning. “You can tell people what you like. Goodby. .and thank you for all your kindness to me. I suppose I haven’t deserved it. , x “DOLLY. “P. S.—Yoii inay have everything 1 have left. The furniture is good; sell it if you don’t want It.” The voice of the little maid roused Mary from the depths of horror into which she seemed tp have fallen. She brushed her hand across her eyes; she tried to force herself to speak, even to smile. “It's all right—Mrs. Bretherton i has gone away. She—she couldn’t bear to stay here now —now —” sh broke off. Presently she went back to her own room. She dressed mechanically; her brain felt numbed and dead; she wanted to .think —to act, but she could not force herself. She went to breakfast, and forced herself to eat. ' Her one great aim was to prevent people knowing the truth; to save his memory—the memory of the man she had loved. Later in the morning she forced herseliT to tell the little maid a coherent story—that Dolly had gone abroad to try and forget her loss and sorrow: that they would hear from her soon; that she--Mary—was shortly going out to be ‘With her. The day passed life* a dream. Site was afraid to go outside the flat; she was sure that If she rpat anyone she knew Jper face would give away the was so jeaumtly determined to guard. In the evening she A

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sat alone and listened to the angry sting of the rain on the windows. It was past 8 o’clock when some one rang the doorbell. Mary sat listening with strained attention. " “Is Mrs. Bretherton at home?” Mary had never heard the voice. She ro6e to her feet with a sense of coming disaster, and walked to the door. A tail man stood in the narrow hall. He wore a trick traveling coat, the shoulders of which gleamed wetly in

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the hall light. Across the dividing space his eyes—rather hard eyes they were—met MarjHs. She looked a pathetic figure enough standing there In her black frock; her face was white and drawn as she looked at him. “Won’t you come In?” He followed her Into the little room —the Lttle room where the few small possessions of Nigel's had been sent home still lag on the table. Mary closed t]p deer and stood leaning agate,aa. It.

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“t didn’t hear your name,’* she said, “but I think you said you wished to see Mrs. Bretherton.” The man’s hard eyes had softened a little as they rested on her face. She looked so ill, so sorrowful; somehow he had not expected to see this type of woman. He had pictured her as being so different There was a gentle note In bis voice when he spoke. “I am David Bretheron—Nigel's -brothei’. I only reached London this morning, and heard —’’ He broke off. recalling the bttfenouMe and shook es

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the monumt when he knew that he would never see Nigel again. Mary caught her Up between her teeth. For p. moment everything swam before her eyes—she seemed to Uve through an eternity of dasoiation and misery in the Uttle following silence. 1 How could she tell him what Nigel's wife had done? How could she let him know that any woman could so shame and forget a brave man’s memory? T am David KreUrarta*," he sold

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again, with a touch of impatience, “and you”—he hesitated —you. I suppose,” he went on more gently, “are my brother s widow?" CHAPTER VI Nigel’s Widow In the little silence following David Bretherton's words, a sudden gust of wind lashed the window with cold rain like a storm of a woman's petulant tears. Maoris hands had fallen tram her.

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face and hung limply at the sides of, her black frock s;he stared at the man opposite her with blank eyes. Os course he was mistaking her tee Dolly—Dolly, who had run away*— Dolly, who had married another man. almost before her widowhood was a certainty. Bretherton was speaking again. He did not seem to expect an answer to his question; he was talcing hersfilene* for consent. (Oontinued In Our Xext Issue}