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BEGIN HERE TODAY i Dolly. .1 g-overnes*. marries Nigel Bretherton for his money. The marriage proves an unhappj one. When war is declared. Nigel is gl id to enlist. He leaves Dolly in the care of Mary Furnival. Mary comes to lire in Dolly's flat. When word comes that Nigel has been killed. Dolly mam“s an old suitor named Robert Durham and they sail for America. Nigel’s older brother. David, calls to see Nigel's widow. He mistakes Mary for Dolly. Mary is ashamed to tell of Dolly's marriage. An old friend named Fisher shows Dand a picture of Nigel s wife and David sees that it is not a picture of the girl he takes for Nigel's widow. A letter comes to Mary from Dolly. wri>n en route to America NOW C.O ON WITH THE STORY i<L—J RITE tc me if you can; I will send yofi an address as soon as we land. ‘‘We have had glorious weather so far. and I haven't been ill at all. I am so glad, as a seasick bride must be too awful, mustn't it? Rdbert fcs quite well off. you know, and gives me heaps of money. It is such a change after having one's income doled out by a stingy' brother-in-law. I wonder if the saintly David has turned up at the flat yet, and what he said when you told him? "Mary, mind you tell me everything that hapuens, and what you are going to do. I said in my letter I left for you that you might soil the things and keep the money, and*J still hope that you will. Tou were very kind to me. apd I don't like to think I have treated you badly. "Mary, you ought to have married Nigel instead of me. You would have adored him. I know. Robert sends his love to you. and hopes to meet you some day. Perhaps you might come out here to stay with us for a little while. Would vou like that? "We "are going to live in a hotel to start with: houses are so frightfully dear. and. anyway. I hate housekeeping and having to look after servants! "What a lot of things have happened in these last few months! I

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am glad to say that on the boat we don't hear much about the awfyl war; people seem to be trying to forget it. There are some Americans who sit next to us at table. They have taken quite a great fancy to me. Robert gets quite jealous, poor darling.” Mary threw the letter down with a little shudder. She could not believe that it was indeed Dolly who had written it —Dolly, whom Nigel had loved so much. How cruel life was, how horribly cruel and unfair!

AND NOW HE TURNED AND LOOKED AT HER STEADILY. She could not touch her breakfast. She w.uidered restlessly about the little flat, unable to settle to anything. The door of Nigel's room had been kept locked since he went away. She deliberately turner! the key now and entered. it stili smelt faintly of smoke. It was stili littered with his possessions. There was a worn-out pipe on' the shelf, and a jar half filled with tobacco; shabby slippers were kicked carelessly beneath a chair. Mary sat down on the sofa where she had so often seen him lolling to j read and smoke, and looked round the j room with mournful eyes. So full of His presence the room wfA still, i and yet he would never come back any more. She would never hear his laugh, or his cheery whistle. He was dead, wiped out, and forgotten. She was so lost in her own sad thoughts that she never heard the doorbell ring or a step on the landing outside—never saw a man, who stood j on the threshold hesitating for a moment as if in doubt whether to enter, until he spoke. “May I coma in" She started up with a little smoth ered cry. David Bretherton stood there. She went to meet him agitatedly. “I am so sorry—l did not hear you— I was dreaming—" He came into the room, and stood looking round him. "This was Nigel's room?" “Yes.” His grave etes swept her face, and n sudden kindliness filled them. “You must not stay on in this flat," he said. “It is killing work living alone with memories." She looked at him. trying to smile, j "I am only staying till things can i I>e arranged. I don't want to live j here; I couldn't afford to, even if I I did.” A curious fxpression flashed across j liis face. Was this her way of leading up to the thing he had been expect- ! ing? he wondered, and was ashamed j of the thought even as H was born. She looked so unlike an adventur j ess. It was impossible, when one j saw the pallor and grief of her face, to believe that she was exploiting a dead man's memory for her own gain. CHAPTER XIV David’s Offer He walked over to the window, and I stood with his back turned to her. j Standing so. he asked a question. "In the letter you gave me yester I day—my brother’s letter —he speaks ! of a friend of his, a Miss Furnival." J No answer. Mary clasped her i hands. She looked at his averted face j with wondering eyes. Almost it was on the tip of her tongue to say: “I am Mary Furnival.' You knew thaT, didn't you? Surely you knew that?" He went on speaking before the words were formed. “Nigel seems to have thought a great deal of her. He speaks of her as his best friend. I should like to meet her, to thank her for what she did for him, and —and his wife." And now he turned, looked at her •icross the room steadily. For a moment Mary could not speak. In that lightning pause her mind seemed to have covered miles and miles of thought. Her agitation fell from her. She felt as if she were looking down on a written suggestion planned by a maaterlj hand down to its minutest detail. Here was a way to save a dead man’s memory, and shield his name. Unconsciously David Bretherton had shown her how. He asked for Mary Furnival! What easier than to say that she had married, and was even now on her way to America, whilst she —she — She allowed herself to travel no further down that line of thought. She began to speak slowly and collectedly, meeting his eyes fairly and squarely. "She is married. Mary Furnival was married just a week ago. She is on her way to America now with her husband.” Bretherton was standingg with his back to the light, and she could not see the flickering amazement of his eyes. When he spoke his voice was quiet and very courteous. “Is that so? I am sorry. I should have liked to thank her. Perhaps when you write you will do so for me?” She did not answer. Her heart was beating fast. All at once she was afraid of what she had said and done. He went on: “I came here this morning because I wanted to see you before I go home—to the Bed Grange. I wanted to ask ts you would care to come, down there, to livy down there.” stared at him. “It To live there!" _

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For a moment she forgot that she had allowed him to think that she was Dolly; for the moment she could only remember the beautiful old house as she had seen It that once with Nigel—the vy-covered walls, the sloping lawns. A faint color tinged her pallor. Pier eyes flashed. "Oh, 1 should love it —love it"’ sha breathed, then stopped. What right had she there? Why was he making her this offer? David continued evenly. "If Nigel had lived, it would even-

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tually have been your home. I am sure it would please him to know that you are there, even though he is gone.” The color had died from Mary’s face. She was white enough now. She stammered as she tried to speak. "You mean that I—because I—because he—” He answered her simply and unfalteringly: "I mean that, because you loved him, it will give me great happiness if you will coAie.”

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CHAPTER XV David’s Offer "Because I loved him!” Mary echoed David Breiherton’s words faintly. For a moment she looked past him, away into a distance that was landniarked by four years of faithful friendship, ending in a lonely grave. “Don't answer me at once," David went on. "Think it over. You are lonely, and there is plenty of room down at the Red Orange. My aunt lives with, me —possibly you know

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that —and I think you would like her. I hope you will agree to do this. I want to show In some small way my appreciation of your kindness to Nigel and t think to take you thsre —to hls home— ’’ He stopped, as if watting for her to speak. There was a curious look of baffled Interest In hls eyes. This woman was a conundrum to him. Apparently she had no wish of trying to get money out of him, and yet what was It that kept her from frankly avowing that

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■he vu not his brother’s wife? All his life women had been of ■mall Interest to David, but this one was somehow different. He moved to the door, pausing for a moment to look back at her and the little room, still so full of his brother's memory. “Write to me when you have made up your mind," he said. “You know my address. I am going down to the Red Grange this afternoon." Mary made a little, involuntary movement. Woods trembled on the

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tip of her tongue —words which ron!| once and for all have mad° matte, s clear betw r een them, words that would once and for all have settled the question as to whether she should accept his offer or not. She had only to say: "You are mistaken: T am not Nigel's wife. 1 am Mary Furnival!" and her cha ice of going back to the Red Grange would be gone for ever. She thought of its beauties with a very real heartache. (Continued in Our he\i Issue)