Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 April 1924 — Page 8

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BKGIX urn. TODAY The marriage of Dolly and Nigel Brctherton proves an unhappy one. When war is declared. Nigel is glad to enlist. He leaves Dolljr under the care of Mary Fumival. Nirel is killed and Dolly marries an old sweetheart. Robert Durham. Dolly and Robert sail f"r America and word comes of the sin King oi the ship on which they took pasI 1 sage. When Nigel's brother. David, calls to J see Nigel's widow. Mary is ashamed to tell him of Dolly's -marriage. David mistakes Mary for his brother s wife and asks her to come to live at Red Grange with him and his aunt. J i>a\itls friend. Monty Fisher, discusses • mbitious sister. They do not approve of David's affairs with Dora Fisher. Monty's David s invitation to his brother's widow. -VOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “j _ AVID wants a wife to manage |3 him." said Dora, with greater energy than she had hitherto displayed. “Don’t you think so?” She looked across at her brother with a smile. Monty shrugged his shoulders. "He’ll never marry. He doesn't care about ty>men.” She leaned her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand. “What will you bet me?” she asked. He stared at her. "I don't understand. " She laughed softly. "I mean that I shouldn't mind being Mrs. David myself.” she said. | “Good heavens!" Monty stared at her in blank amaze- | ment. Suddenly he laughed. “You don't mean that you're serious?" “Why not?” There was a hint of ! impatience in her voice. “David and 1 have always : e n good friends. I should think he probably likes me as well as any woman he knows. And. Monty, you -know you'd love to have a place like Red Grange as a sort of second home." '■ Monty rubbed his chin thoughtfully. * David's cut out for a bachelor,” he said again. A little flush of annoyance crept into his sister's cheeks. “Oh. very well, if that's your attitude! But it's a very poor compliment to me.” He stretched out iiis hand and touched her arm. “You know I didn't mean it in that way. You know' well enough that I’d back you against any woman in the world to get your own way if you meant to. But I'd never dreamed of such a thing. You and David —” He laughed, rather excitedly. "Gad. { it would be a fine thing for you. old \ girl! He's—well, he's pretty well off. you know.” She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms behind her head. The loose sleeves of the gown she OHIO METAL WORKER V VICTIM Ray S. Ball. Huron. Ohio, was a victim of coughs and colds. Both he and his sister suffered with them, but found "speedy relief’ through the use of FOLEY’S HONEY' AND TAR COMPOUND, the old favorite cough remedy. He writes: "I have found FOLEY’S HONEY AND TAR. COMPOUND a most excellent remedy for coughs and colds. My sister had a severe cold and cough a year ago and found speedy relief in FOLEY’S HONEY' AND TAR COMPOUND.” Sold everywhere.—Advertisement.

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wore fell away, revealing white, dimpled elbows and slender wrists. She was certainly the best looking girl he had ever seen, plenty thought, with a thrill of pride. He pushed back his chair with sudden excitement, went round the table and, bending. kissed her cheek. “Well. good., luck, if you've set your heart on him," hd said, heartily. "He’s one of the best, anyway.” She made a little grimace. “Oh, he’s all right! A bit of a stick, but I -daf :• say I could change that. V "OH. HE WAS THE BROTHER OF OUR CHIEF CLIENT.” He was n\er half the fun Nigel was.” Monty looked a little unhappy. "If you don’t really care for him —” he began. She cut him short. "No preaching, there's a rear! It's not in me to caiV for'any one in the story-book sort of way. I dare say we should jog along quite well together. He’s too much of a gentle j man to quarrel with me. even if he | felt like it: and I'm too lazy—” She rose to her feefc' “Y'ou might remind him that he promised to ask us down to #ied Grange. Monty.” "Give him a chance, my dear. He only went down himself two days ago." "I know. But we don’t want to # waste time ” CHAPTER XIX , . Tile New < lerk He glanced at his watch. "I must be going; I've got anew clerk corning this morning, and I want to be there early to put him through his puces. Beastly nuisance. Smithson having gone to the war.” "Why. you said you thought it was right of him to go." “I do think so, but it's a nuisance all the same.” She laughed parelessly. "I always try to forget there is a war.” she said candidly. “That's why I don't read the papers—casualty lists and things like that, make me feel sick. War ought not to be allowed.” Monty made no amswer; he ha<f heard the same old argument so many times. He went out of the room for his hat and coat. The war was a very real thing to him: he would have been one of the first to volunteer but for the girl jn the room behind him. She was quite dependent on him, neither of them had a penny piece beyond what he managed to knock up in his profession, and sometimes even now Dora's extravagance mjwle him j anxious", although he was getting on well, and had long turned the corner. She was so fond of frocks and luxury. It .would be a fine jrhing for them both if she did really old David: there would be no need thn to look at every socreign before it was spent. ; She could adorn her beautiful body with furs, and all the rich things her rather shallow soul coveted. Dora's sudden confession had put all thoughts of widow out of Monty Fisher’s head, but he remembered her again when he reached the office. It was a mistake; he was sure It would prove to be a mistake. He wished David would be guided by him in this matter, even while he was perfectly certain that David would , not.

He waff still absently signing the pile of letters on his desk when he suddenly remembered the new clerk who was to have appeared that morning; he rang a bell at his elbow. After a moment the door opened, and a young man walked into the room. “Ah—good morning, Evans!” said Fisher. “Good morning, sir!” Young Evans spoke in a very pleasant voice; he looked wejl-groometf and brisk. Fisher made some remarks about, hoping he would settle down and do good work; he gave him a pile of papers to go through which needed sorting and filing. As the young man turned to go. he called him back. “Just ask Miss Adams to bring me those papers I .gave her this morning. She’ll know—Mr. Nigel Bretheston’s, I mean.” “Yes. sir.” “Nigel Bretherton” - 'Young Evans repeated the name to himself as he walked away down the passage. Nigel Bretherton! had he heard the name before? It was only when he had delivered- Fisher’s message to the typist, and returned to his own desk, that remembrance lame to him. It was the name Mi^ t Fumival had given him two nights ago when he went to get news of the lost Multane for her. “Mrs. Nigel Bretherton.” < That was what she said when he asked

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the name of the friend whom she feared was drowned She had corrected herself immediately to ‘‘Mrs. Robert Durham,” but he could distinctly remember them both. After all. It was nothing more than a coincidence, but o' e which interested him. / Later in the day lie spoke to Miss Adams about It. Miss Adams was Fishei s secretary and typist, a clear-headed, capable girl, who had already cast rather admiring glances at young Evans.

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She answered his question readily; she liked to show him that she knew a great deal about her employer’s affairs. "Nigel Bretherton? Oh, he was the young brother of our chief client. Got killed at the front six weeks ago. We had all his affdirs to set straight.” She spoke with proprietary interest, and was disappointed that Evans did not seem particularly impressed. “Married man?” he asked casually. ‘‘Oh, yes!” 1 “Hard luck on his widow.”

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“Yes. She’s only one of though, isn’t site". And I dare say she’ll marry again; she’s awfully pretty. She came here once with him just after they wers married.” “Awfully pretty!” Young Evans looked Interested. “Where is she now?” he asked. % The girl laughed, “You seem interested,” she said, with a slight toss of her head. “She’s in London, I suppose—they have a flat somewhere. No, I don’t know where.”

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Sbe bent over her work, and Evans said no more. But his interest in the coincidence re -lined, more especially as onsr that mm ing lie had received a letter from Mary Furnival, thanking him for his kindness to her, and telling him that she was leaving the flat and going to live with friends. "... I don’t suppose we shall ever meet again,” she wrote. “But I shall never forget you, and how kind you were to me when I *was In such trouble. .

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

CHAPTER XX A Discovery Young Evans did not like that tone of finality that seemed to breathe through the whole of the short letter; he did not at all see why they could not meet again. He wondered what friends she had gone to, and if she would be happy. He wondered for whom she had been wearing mourning when he met her the night the Multane was lost. He had noticed that she wore no wedding ring, or engagement ring, and

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had been vaguely pleased. She might have seen him again. If only for a moment; she might have given him some addrees to which to write. He wondered if she would mind were he to ask for one— if ehe would be angry were he to call and say his farewell in person. He had no appetite for his tea; be scrambled through the meal hurriedly, with one eye on the clock. She had said she ’was leaving" the flat, not that ehe "had left.” (Continued In ©nr Next larad}