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PAGE Elf! ITT MEDFORD UXTL TRIBUTE, MEDFORD, OREGON, SUNDAY, JUNE 11, 133. By the World FORGOT A New Serial by Ruby M. Ayres SYIWI'IMI; ueorg.t Banorolt. returning from a visit to her mother and viaalthy stepfather tn Sew York, finds Nicholas Boyd, her girlhood movie hero, aboard the England-bound ship. Two months beore Boyd had been at the top of the movie world. But a heroio reiovje hat left him with a maimed face, a limp, and no contract. Bernle Bovd,hie vile, hoe remained in Nevj York, vHcble to face ob scurity with Nicholas in hie native England. Oeorgie has forced Jiloh olae to talk to her at every oppor lunttj. Novj ehe hae searched through the Ivgnage to find the ad dress on Nicholas' trunk and it rends only 'LondoK. Chapter Nina "THAT'8 THAT" IT aeemed U. Georgia, -thorefora, . that tbe chances ot SndlLg Nlch !o!as Boyd would be imall, even sup posing she set abont trying to Und him, and Georgia seldom went to London. Her uncle hated It, posBl bly because be bad spent all his wild rackety youth there and most ot his money. Ha seldom moved out ot the vll ilage where they lived sow, unless It was to sea his lawyer about his wUL -He otten sa .v his lawyer with regard ;to his will, because Oeorgie knew iha changed his mind abont It onoe a month on' the average. Onca be had Informed her that M'.j. Lovelock was to have every penny, but that was when ha bad jbeen very drunk. As a rule he bated Mrs. Lovelock and was always tell lng Georgia that be meant to sack her, only when It fame to tbe point be could never hnd the pluck. Tes, people were tunny; even Nicholas Boyd was afraid of some thing, and that was why he would not tell her where he was going, and why be would not say ba would see her again. He was afraid of Ufa; Georgle realized It wltb sudden in finite pity; bow dreadful for a big man like be wbb to be afraid of life, Jut because his face was scarred, and he wis no longer so handsome as the world bad known him. Georgle went up on deck and looked at be sea. It was cold and grey and angry; ?h spray lashed her face and the wind blew her hair Into disorder. Soon tbe would be able to sea the "white cliffs ot old England" as peo ple poetically called It. Georgia was conscious ot a thrill. She bad been happy In America, but she was glad to be going home. Her mother had said that she never wanted to see England again, but tben her mother was such a shocking sailor, and never got out ot bar cabin from the time tbe ship left one port until it arrived at another. She bad talked to Georgle serious ly about gating married. "Doesn't your undo take you about 2nd see that you meet eligible men?" she enquired. Georgia had giggled at the thought. Her uncle never took ber about anywhere, and she was glad ot It, because one never know wbat sort of condition 4io would be In from one hour to the next. "Fuddled again I" was Mrs. Love- Jock's way ot expressing It. "It's a marvel to me how ba lives." Georgia wandered down below again and once more leaned ber 1 bows on tbe top ot Boyd's big trunk, staring down at its unfriendly label. Why couldn't he have said to ber: "I'm going to London let's travel up together." EORQIH bad to go to London and crosa it, in order to get down to her uncle's. There would ho nobody to meet nor, she knew, nd for the first time It struck her that she would feel a little lonely, arriving at Southampton docks alone. In New York she had been met by her mother and ber stop-father, and a big limousine; and she folt quite important with a liveried man to carry ber modest luggage. At South ampton, no doubt, she would have to fight tor a porter porters did not oare very much tor unattached, In significant girls. ' "Are you lilt" a voice asked, and he turned with a start to And Nich olas Boyd besido her. "III? no, why: Do I look 1117" she miked helplessly. "You wore leaning over my trunk in rather a suspicious fashion," he answered. Georgia laugbcd, ! "I've been looking for you," she said candidly. "I suppose you haven't been on deck." "No." "It's quite nice up there," she said hopefully. Boyd shrugged his shoulders. "Is it? I'm Just going along to tbe purser's office." "I want to see the purser too," Georgia said. He frowned a little us he looked at her. "Well, you go irst," he said. "My business will take some time." It was a definite dismissal, and without giving her a chance to re ply he turned on bis beel and left ber. "And that's that," Georgia told herself philosophically. "But ot course he'll coma and say goodbye to me," so she comforted herself, but she was wrong, tor al though she looked everywhere tor Nicholas for tbo rest ot the day, and again the following morning she did not see bun. And how it reined at Southamp ton! Georgia shivered in spite ot her big tweed coat as sbs stood waiting to go on shore; pushed here and there by eiclud poople, deafened by the noise and clamor all around. "Anyone meeting you?" Nelly asked her, and Georgia shook her head. "Are you going up to London alone?" she asked. Yes," there was a bitter note In Nelly's voice. "My lot went oft di rectly we got in. He said ha had 'friends' to meet him, but I saw her about as unlike ma as yon can imagine anything." "We'll travel p together," Geor gle said kindly. "I'm going third olass," Nelly told her. "So am I." And presently they were sitting opposite one another In a crowded compartment Georgle bung out of the window with a fine disregard for the feelings ot ber fellow-travellers, but there was no sign of Nicho las Boyd, and for the first time she was conscious of a little feeling of anger against him. "Stupid! stupid!" she accused him in her heart. As it it oould make the least dif ference! Vs it people could turn Fate away from tbe path in which it was destined to go. The train moved slowly out of the station, and Genrgle sat down in her corner with a sigh. THE little country town seemed as If it bad gone to sleep and had forgotten to waka up, Georgle thought as she drove up from the station In one of the antldiluvian cabs which optimistically stood all dtry behind each other on the station rank. - ' She felt a little solitary and sad. For one thing it was twilight, the saddest hour of a summer's day, and for another abe had begun to realise for the first time that sbe was a lit tle lonely. Surely no other girls ot ber age were quite so lonely? The old horse clopped along the dusty road, and the windows ot tha old cab rattled. Georgle sat stiffly erect on the edge of tbe bard seat, her hands clasped in her lap, ber eyes staring before her at the re membered scene. She had only been away for six weeks. It seemed now like six years, or as If sbe bad had a long sleep and had only dreamed about New York and the skyscrapers, and the noisy streets, and tbe modern luxury of her mother's apartment. She was a Cinderella, back from the ball, shorn of her short-lived splendor, prlncelessl The striped blinds of the vicarage were closely drawn over the win dows to keep out the last rays ot tha setting sun; Trouve, the old collie wbo belonged to Mrs. Spears at tbe Boar's Head, lay asleep on tbe path. and did not even open an eye or move as tbe cab lumbered by. Georgle liked Trouvd; she liked bis name which Mrs, Spears, wbo fancied berselt as something ot French scholar, had bestowed upon him because she had found him as a starving puppy, wltb a tin can tied to his woe-begone tall. Mrs. Spears loved dogs; sbe at ways bad various assorted breeds banging about tha Boar's Head. It s all sbe does love, tben," Mrs. Lovelock declared with a sniff. Mrs. Lovelock invariably alluded to the worthy landlady as "One of those painted ones," Mr. Scarlet's old cab lumbered past the tiny village green, past the little row of thatched cottages which were supposed to be many hundreds of years old, and sharply round to a lana where, behind a high holly hedge, stood her uncle's little house, hiding its ivy-clad walls from the gaze ot passors by. (Copyright, 195$, Donbledoy Voran) Georgia's homaeomlno, tomorrow, It plagued by mtmorloa. David Cos, negro, arrested Friday night by state police and charged with vagrancy, pleaded not guilty when taken into Justice court Satur day afternoon and hie trial wis set for Monday at 9 e. m. Mrs. Nina Schooler, 39, arrested with Cox, en tered a plea ot guilty on the tine charge, and is to be sentenced Mon day.' Mrs. Schooler's fourteen-year-old on Harrison, waa also with his moth er and Cos, but was released by po lice. O. X. Radios. 7 models SU.JO up. Short and long wave. Leonard Blec. unrfm r l " J inn IV According to reliable report from' Salem there promises to be a grand fight between Rufus Holman, state treasurer, and Cbarlea M. Thomas, state public utllltlee commissioner, for the Republican nomination lor governor next year. Both men 'are after the nomina tion, and in the same way via the anti-power trust route. What la re garded as Thomas' definite entry In to the race Is his speech In Portland on Tuesday, when be will report hie findings on the major power prob lems at a mass meeting at the civic auditorium. Thomas a short time ago held a similar meeting In Klam ath Fulls, and has been busy secur ing political support among the granges and the labor organizations. Holman has the same Idea, and ex pects the support of the Portland Journal. Thomas will probably have either the active support or at least no opposition from the Oregon! an. 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