Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 295, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 April 1924 — Page 8

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kkuin i:;kk today Dolly, a goverm ss. marries Nigel Drelherton for his money. The marriage proves ail unhappy one. When war is declared. Nisei 13 glad to enlist, lie leases Dolly under the care of Mary Fumival. Mary comes to live in Dolly's flat. When word comes that Nigel has been killed. Dolly marries an old suitor named Durham and together they sail for America. Nigels older brother. David, calls to see Nigel's widow. He mistakes Mary for Dolly. Mary is ashamed to tel! of Dolly’s marriage. David goes to call on a friend named Fisher, who shows David a picture of Nigel s wife. David sees that it is not a picture of the girl he takes for Nigel s widow. Fisher tells David that he doc. not like Dolly. NOW GO ON WITH THK STOK\ D- O the right thing by all 1 means, but don't let her think that you're going to niake a tremendous fuss. She’s perfectly capable of looking after herself; she’ll marry again, as I said before. Make her a small allowance—say a c-ouple of hundred a year.” “I’ll think it over.” Fisher's sister joined them again, and they talked on ordinary topics till a striking clock warned them that it was past midnight. Dora rose. “We’ve all lost our beauty sleep.” she said, laughing and glancing at David. “I'm going to bed. David, you’re not going to run away from us first thing tomorrow?” “I am afraid I must. I ought to have gone to the Red Grange tonight, there is so much to see to; but I hope we shall see a great deal of each other in the future. You must come down and stay with me, Monty,, and bring Dora.” “I should love to come”’ Dora was delighted at the idea; 6he had once seen Red Grange and never forgotten it. Already, she was wondering if perhaps some day she might not make it her permanent home. David Bretherton was rich, and a somebody, and she had always liked him. CHAPTER XI The Puzzle Up in his bedroom, he turned on all the lights and propped the little photograph of Nigel and his wife against the dressing-table glass. He stood looking down at it for a moment. then he took the flat gold locket which Mary Fumival had given him from his pocket, and opened it. With a sort of deliberate curiosity V from all other laxatives and relict* Defective Elimination Constipation Biliousness The action of Nature’s Remedy (fff Tablets) is more natural and thorough. The effects will be a revela- / . tion— you will feel so good. Make the test. You will ■v ) appreciate this difference. Thirty Ymarm Chips off the Old Block M JUNIORS ~ Little ms The same N? —in one-thfrd doses, I candy-costed. For children and adults. I ■am SOLD BY YOUR DRUGGIST —J “HAAG’S” FREED FROM PHYSIC HABIT Says Constipation and Stomach Trouble Ended. Tells How. “I had stomach trouljle and constipation very bad for a long time. Tried everything, but kept getting worse. I could hardly eat anything and my bowels wouldn’t move unless I took a physic every day. I have to support myself and two children, yet I couldn't work. "The first bottle of Milks Emulsion did wonders for me, and I have continued its use until now I feel fine and can work every' day. I have a good appetite, my stomach trouble has left me, and my bowels are as regular as clockwork.”—Mrs. Mary YVidner, 103 S. Court St., Sioux City, lowa. Mrs. Wldtrer found out what all sufferers should know—that pills, salts and physics do not end constipation, but usually make it worse. Milks Emulsion restores healthy, natural bowel action; it is a truly corrective medicine, doing away with all need of pills and physics. It promotes appetite and quickly puts the digestive organs in shape to assimilate food, and thus build flesh and strength. Milks Emulsion Is strongly recommended to those whom sickness has weakened; it is a aid In resisting and repairing the effects of wasting diseases. Chronic ' stomach trouble is promptly relieved. This is the only solid emulsion made, and so palatable that It is eaten with & spoon like ice cream. No matter how severe your case you are urged to try Milks Emulsion under this guarantee; Take six bot lies home with you, use it according to directions, and if not satisfied with the results, your money will be promptly refunded. Price 60c and $1.20 per bottle. The Milks Emulsion Cos.. Terre Haute, Ind. Sold by druggists everywhere.—Advertisement. Second Mortgage Loans City Property Only Columbia Securities Cos. Circle 7977. 124 E. Market

lie compared the pictured faces of the two women—the one in the locket, with its steady, almost sad eyes, and the frivolous prettiness of she who had been his brother's wife. It was not the same woman! He laid the locket down beside the unmounted photograph, and again opened the letter Nigel had written the night before his death. Perhaps now he would be able better to understand its imploring incoherence; perhaps now in the light of this new discovery, many things would be made clear. "Dear Davy” (Nigel’s sprawling writing struck his heart with a little pang .of remembrance; nobody but Nigel Viad ever called him ‘Davy’)— “I have been meaning to .write to you ever since I came chit to this hell, for hell it is, no matter what the papers say. “I don’t want to grumble—l came of my own free will —but this past day or two I've had the feeling that e --a= i \ lzCQi HE LAID THE LOCKET BESIDE THE UNMOUNTED PHOTO. I shan’t evfr go abck home. So many of the chaps have gone under, and you never know whose turn 1t will be next. "I should have liked to have seen you again, old fellow. I hope you weren't very wild over my last letter? I ought to have told you before about my marriage, but it's all been such a mistake. “Not that I’m blaming Doily. It’s cut both ways, and she hasn't been any happier than I have. We weren't suited; there was another man she really cared for, and I—well, one can see where mistakes are made when it’s too late. y ~ ! “Mary Furnival is witn Dolly wliile I am out here; she's the best woman in the world, and the best friend I’ve ever had. She'd have pulled me through, if I'd not been such a fool, and you'd have liked her. But it’s no use now, or J suppose I shouldn’t be writing this at all. "It’s been raining like h —l for the past week—hardly a dry moment, and most of us are suffering agonies fron. rheumatism. Gad, one appreciates England after a taste of this! “Davy, if 1 never come home—don’t think I’m funking—but if I never come home, and you get a chance, will you tell Mary Furnival that I asked you to thank her for all she’s done for me? I never, somehow, realized It till I got away from every one, and had plenty of time to think. \Y r e were such good pals. God bless her!” After speaking with Mary and be lieving her to be his brother’s wife. Bretherton had marveled at the halfspoken confession of love for another woman the letter had contained; but now, In the light of what Monty Fisher had said, and what he himself had instinctively guessed, many things were made clear. Nigel had loved this woman, this Mary Furnival. who had allowed him —David —to believe that she w r as Nigel's widow; Nigel had realised the mistake of his marriage too late! Then where —where was Dolly? It was all a great mystery. CHAPTER XII An Eventful Ufa Down to the time of Nigel Brethcrton’s death, Mary Furnival’s life had been eventful. She could not remember her father, and her mother had died when she was 16, leaving her to manage as best she could on the small income of something under a hundred a year. It had seemed wealth to Mary In these early days; only afterward, when she came to realize that there are things such as board and lodgings and traveling expenses to be paid for besides clothes an i simple pleasure, did she understand that hse must look around for ways and means by which to supplement her slender income. An advertisement in a morning paper had led to her finding a place as typist in a city office. She made no friends and the advent of Nigel Bretherton Into the drab monotony of Her life had seemed like a of Heaven. He was n friend of her mploycr’s son. an 1 once—pausing on his way through the office, where she sat, he had stopped and jokingly offered her a penny for her thoughts. That had been one of the days when a patch of blue sky w r as visible above the ugly chimney-pots, and Mary had pointed to it and answered that she was wondering what it must be like to live in the country, where there was no smoke, and where the sun always shone. The answer had amused and intererested him, even though he told her that theie was no place on earth where the sun always shone. She was different from the fluffy, gig gling girls of his acquaintance, and one day he hesitatingly asked her to come out and have some tea with him. And so the curious friendship had started. No man hail ever paid Mart’ atten tion before, and it seemed to her lg norance that this was Romance with a capital letter, and the first step to tho ‘’Happy-ever-after’’ Land, of which she had hitherto only dreamed. For four years she had been more than happy and content with his friendship, and then, without a word of warning, her dream castles came clattering to the ground.

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Nigel went on a country visit. He had often been away before, and .the had not mlndede. She had looked forward to his occasional letters anl the joy of his return. But this time, beyond a couple of scribbled postcards, he did not write at all. The visit, which had been for a week, dragged into two, and when he came back one glance at his face told her the reason for the delay. He had met the inevitable "other woman.” Little by little, aa If he were not

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

quite sure how she would take It, he had told her about Dotyy—how pretty she was, how altogether charming. “Her hair la like copper beechleaves In the sun," he said eloquent ly. “I want to marry her more than anything in the world.” For an agonized moment Mary hi and not been able to answer. For a mo ment she had closed her eyes, and wondered wtth a sick feeling of Utter despair how she oould ever hide from him the truth—the humiliating truth —that she had glwsn him something

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more than ' friendship, rxpeottaff something more in return. CHAPTER Xm Dolly’s Letter She had stood by him loyally in j pite of it all. She had listened to he solemn words that had made him .he husband, till death should part • hem, of a woman who cared nothing for him. She had been that worn an’s true friend through all the petty bickerings and disUluslonments that bad followed, J

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Wo matter how her hsturt ached for Nigel, and his bitter disappointment, she never allowed one word or sign of it to asoape her. She might have been Dolly* friend for all those four years, instead of hts. y And now he was dead, and Dolly had married somebody else, and forgotten him. • It seemed so utterly incredible. Evn now she would sometimes sit with eyes tight shut, aqd tell harself that whsc she opened them she would

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS ‘

find life all going on as usua! —Dolly lolling about the flat, discontented, silent; both of them—or was it only she herself?—listening for the postmen s knock wtth bated breath. There was no longer anything to dread, nothing even to hope for. Life seemed to flow past her, leaving her standing still in the place where Nigel had fallen. She woke from a dream of him the morning following David Bretherton’s visit, to find a letter from Dolly awlthig her.

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It had been written on board shlt^j and posted at sea. “I never knew what happiness really was till now." So wrote Dolly with a quill pen and many under•iningb. “Robert is so good to me, 1 believe he really worships the ground i walk on. So different from Nigel! "Mary, I was a fool not to have real- • zed to begin with how utterly unsuited we were. He never troubled to underat and me (Oentfnmed in 0r Nt Issue)

—By MARTIN

—By TAYLOR