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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
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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.
Tbe contest between these two men
promises to split tbe Republican
party wide open. wltA probably ben
efit accruing to George Neuner, who
also has a gubematlonlal bee buzz
ing in his Stetson.
Pierce's Rot House tomatoes at your
grocer's. The quality is fine and the
price la right.
TOLBERT MORRIS
L
Tolbert B. Morris, a resident of
Medford for the past elgbt years.
died at his home. 728 West ZleventB
street, at 11 p. m. Friday.
Be was born at warren, m., Oct
ober 33, 1857. He leaves bis wile.
Martha Morris, besides several nieces
and nephews.
Funeral services will be conducted
by Bev. Wm. B. Hamilton at the
Conger chapel at 3:00 p. m. Monday,
followed by entombment In tbe Med
ford memorial mausoleum.
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By C. M. PAYNE
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