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BlailN HKBK TODAY Dolly, a governess, marries Nigel Bretherton for his money. The* marriage proves an unhappy one. When war is declared. Nigel is glad to enlist. He leaves Dolly in care of hi*' best friend. Mary Furnival. Mary %. le to live in Dolly's fiat. DoJly teiis Mary that she is sorry she did not marry a poor suitor named Robert Durham. When word comes that Nigel has been kiled in action. Dolly marries Rebert In London and sails with him for America. Nigel's older brother. David, calls to see Nigel's widow. He mistakes Mary for Dolly. Marv is ashamed to tell of Dolly's marriazVi so lets David think that she is Nigel s wife. David goes from Nigel s home to call on an old friend. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY / VID stepped out on the path. He looked up at the dark face i ■ 1 of the house, and a little reminiscent smile curved his lips. “Yea—this is the house.” He paid and dismissed the man. and went up the steps to the front door. By the light above the porch he gianced at his watch. It was nearly 9. He hesitated for a moment, then : ang the bell. I’VE A PHOTOGRAPH OF HER HERE SOMEWHERE!” After all. there were excuses for a ate visit when a man had just retimed to London after three years’ beence. Fisher would not mind. The maid who opened ;ne door was ’.oubtful if her master would see him. Reduce Your Fat Without Dieting Year* ago the formula for fat reduclon was “diet” —“exercise.” Today it is Take M&rmola Prescription Tablets ” Friends tell friends—these friends tell others. They eat substantial food, live as they like and atili reduce steadily and easily without going through long sieges of tiresome exercise and starvation diet. M&rmola Prescription Tablets are sold by all druggists the world over at one dollar for a box or if you prefer you can • rder direct from the ilannola Cos., 4612 vVoodward Ave„ Detroit, iliih. A dvertoement. A CLEAR COMPLEXION Ruddy Cheeks —Sparkling Eyes —Most Women Can Have Says Dr. Edwards, a Well-Known Ohio Physician Dr. F. M. Edwards for 17 years treated scores of women for liver and bowel ailments. During these years he gave to his patients a prescription made of a few well-known vegetable ingredients Oixed with olive oil. naming them Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets. You will know them by their olive color. These tablets are wonder-workers on the liver and bowels, which cause a normal action, carrying off the waste- and poisonous matter in ones system. If you have a pale. face. sallow look, dt’< ! .eyes, pimples, coated tongue, headaches, a listless, no-good feeling, all out oi sorts, inactive bowels, you take one of Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets nightly for a time and note the pleasing results. Thousands of women and men take Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets—the successful substitute for calomel—now and th* n just to keep them fit. 15c and Stic. —Advertisement.

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She took Bretherton's card reluctantly. After a moment a door of one of the sitting rooms was flung open and a man came eagerly into the hall. “David, my dear old fellow!” He seized Bretherton by both hands and dragged him into the light. “I had no idea you were in England. When did you land? Why didn't you let me know?” “I only landed this morning. I have been nowhere, except—” He broke off. A woman had followed Henry Fisher into the hall. She was golden-haire.l and beautifully dressed. Her eyes were bright with eagerness as they met David’s. “Oh, I am 30 glad to see you again! 1 couldn’t believe it was you! But, oh, David, poor Nigel!” They were in the drawing-room now, and Fisher had taken David's overcoat. There was a little silence. “I just couldn't believe it when we heard!” Dora Fisher went on, in a shocked voice. “One hears of men being killed at the Front every day. but it seems impossible that any one we know could be amongst them. Oh, David, it must have been a shock!” “Yes.” Something in her almost exaggerated pity jarred on him. He looked relieved when her brother came back to the room. "I ought to apologize for such a late visit,” David was saying, "but there were several matters I wanted to speak to you about.” He hesitated. Dora sprang up from the deep chair where she was sitting; there was a little frown between her eyes. “You mean that you want me to go away? You are horrid, when I haven’t seen you for three years! I’ll just give you half an hour —no more. An 1, David, you are going to stay the night, aren’t you? It’s too late to get down to Red Grange, and 1 simply won't let you go to a hotel!” “If I am not in the way—” he he. gan diffidently. She laughed. “We are only too glad to have you!” She left them, shutting the doo” after her. Fisher was mixing whisky-and-sod-* at a side table. “It's good to see you. David,” he said affectionately. "I only wish it might have been in happier circum stances. Noor Nigel!” ”1 wanted to speak to y&u about him. Why didn't you tell me he was married?” Fisher flushed a little. “My dear chap, how could I? Nigel was so anxious to keep it back: seemed to think you's be annoyed and cut down his allowance."

"Why should I have been annoyed?” Fisher shrugged his shoulders. “Well, his wife was hardly—you know what I mean.” David thought of the woman he had left alone in that empty flat, with the tears still wet on her face. “Hardly what?” he asked with curious inflection. Fisher looked uncomfortable. “Well, it's awkward to explain; but if you must know, she wasn't the sort of woman Nigel ought to have married. She was a nursery governess, I believe, and she married him for what he could give her; there’s no doubt about that. I only saw her once.” He pushed a whisky-and-sodp. across to his friend. “What was she like?” David asked. He took up the glass, holding it | quizzically to the light. His manner | was very quiet—almost disinterested. Fischer shrugged his shoulders. “Little auburn-haired thing—one of the dolly sort.” “Auburn-haired?” “Yes, reddish hair; quite young—about 21, T should say. I had lunch I with them soon after they were married. She didn't like me. Oh, no, she say so: but she let me see it from her manner.” There was a little silence. “Os course,” David said then. “I must do something for her. Nigel had nothing except what I allowed him. I wanted to ask your advice.” Fisher raised his brows. “She won’t we a w.dow long, from what I saw of her,” he said, rather dryly- “You needn’t be sorry for her, David.” He turned to a paper-strewn desk in a corner by the fire. “I've a photograph of her here somewhere. Nigel sent it to me when they were honeymooning. Care to see it?” “I should like to." Fishor rummaged in a drawer for a moment, then came back to where his friend stood. “Here it is,” he said. CHAPTER X The Incriminating Photograph Bretherton took the photograph from his friend's Ijand, and half turned aside, bending nearer to the light. There was a little silence: after a moment he looked round. “So that's Nigel's wife?” he said quietly. “Yes.” Fisher was bending over the paper-strewn desk. "Showy-looking girl, in a way." he went on~ casually. “And out for all she could get, I imagine.” He glanced up apologetical--y. "You asked my opinion, didn’t you?” he submitted. "Certainly I did; thanks very much. May I keep this, or do you want it?” "Keep it by all means." Bretherton put the unmounted photograph in his pocket, and sat down in one of the big chairs by the hr*; there was a little furrow' between his brows. “Did you ever go to my brother's flat?” presently. "No. He asked me, but I don’t fancy his wife would have been any too pleased if I’d taken advantage of the invitation, so I never went. Mrs. Nigel has had a friend living there with her for some time now, I believe —since the war broke out.” "A friend?” “Y'es: I never met her, but Nigel told me—when he came to say goodby, poor lad—that h-s wife had made arrangements for a friend to stay with her during his absence. “A friend of his, also?” “I believe so; in fact, 1 know that it wai# He spoke most affectionately of her. What was her name, now—

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and looked at him affectionately. "It's good to see you again,” he said. "I’m glad to be home, too; there's no place like England, after all, say what you like. I'm going to settle at Red Rrange now.” "Good! Nothing could please me better. David, you’ll be wanting a wife.” Bretherton laughed “I! Good Lorjl, what next? I’m a born bachelor. , No. I’d always thought Nigel and his sons I should

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have the old place, and now he's gone-—” He broke off heavily, with an overwhelming realization of all that his brother's “death really meant. Neither spoke for a few moments, then Bretherton roused himself with a half sigh. “What am I to do with Nigel's widow?” he asked, rather constrainedly. “I’d ask her to come and keep house for me at the Red Grange if 1 thought she’d accept, but—” Fisher laugher father scornfully. “Oh, she’d acApt right enough;

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nothing would suit her better. She was alway strying to get Nigel to ask you to allcw them to live there; she fancied herself as a sort of Rady Bountiful, I can tell you. Don’t suggest It, David; don’t ask her. It will only be making a rod for your back.” "You think so?” “I’m sure of it. She’s not the sort of woman you could ever tolerate about the old place; she’s —well, she’s vulgar—she’d jar on you—the s way she ch-esses, the way she talks. She smokes cigarettes?*”

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

Bretherton made a little gesture of disgust. "She does a hundred and one little things like that,” Fisher went on. “Harmless things in themselves, but they go against the grain all the same. Besides, you couldn't possibly have her down at Red Grange without some sort of a chaperon.” “You’re forgetting Aunt Florence; she’s come back, of course, if I go. She’s part of the old .place; I couldn't imagine it wiibout her. You remember her? She looked 4fter us W’hen we

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were youngsters.” “You mean Miss Varney? Os course I remember her.” “She was my mother's sister, you know.” David sat forward a little, staring Into the fire and frowning. “Nigel's wife would be all right there with Aunt Florence,” he said again hesitatingly. “I’m sorry for the girl. Monty, in spite of what you say. I feel that I have a sort of duty to her.” (Continued In Our Next Issue)