'arEPFOTrb MXTTJ TRIBUTE, BEDFORD, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, JUNTJ i'i, 1933.
By the World FORGOT
A New Serial by Ruby M. Ayret
..ol'oi&t Htcholat Boyd,
abated of hit plaot at m Bolly
wood ttar by an htroto rtteut
which had left htm maimed for lift,
ttttUl in hit nattvt Bnaland. Hit
vltt, Btmlt Boyd, hat dettrttd
him; on tht boat returning1 to tng
lend ht hat been forotd to aootpt
tht kindly atttnttont of Otorpit
Bancroft, rtturnlno from c vittt
with htr mothtr in Nov York.
But ht dltmttttt htr rtgardJett of
tht Aiirt and now tht It thrilled
to find htm in htr homo vtllagt.
Chapter II
THE TEARS COME
-OEORGIE got back ham to And
her ancle, looking a little yellow
about the eyes, wrapped In an old
dressing-gown, and sitting bj a Ore
which be bad Insisted on baring lit
In his study.
In the morning be waa always
cold, but In tbe evening be declared
tbat tbe place' waa a hot-house and
that be could not breathe.
There waa a drawing-room at The
Hollies, but nobody ever used It
Mrs. Lovelock kept It clean and
opened tbe window! periodically,
but It alwaya smelt musty and un
used. 'Like a grare," Oeorgle
thought, though ahe had not the
least Idea what a grave waa like.
Sometimes ahe went Into It, and
looked around. The furniture waa
old-fashioned without being antique,
and was evidently a woman's choice,
though Uncle Edward alwaya awore
tbat there had never been any wo
men In hla life. "Not If t know It!
Oeorgle did not altogether believe
him; she had a vague Idea that who
ever had chosen that drawing-room
furniture with Its splndle-leg chain
and aggravating china cabinet had
once been very much In Edward Ban
crofts life.
Once she had ventured to fill some
vases with flowers and put them In
the drawing-room, but her uncle had
found them and thrown them out.
"Why the devil do yon want to
make the place look like a church
yardf he bad demanded.
Oeorgle thought It waa like
churchyard anyway, but she bad not
transgressed again.
She would hare passed htr ancle's
door now, but he called to her.
He was like that; If she went to
tM him unasked, aa a rule be told
her to get out, and It she avoided
him. he wanted to know what he had
done to be shunned like the plague.
"Her you are, only come home
yesterday from gadding about halt
over the world, and not a word to
aay. Where have yon been I should
like to know?"
, . "Out for a walk." ,
'Out for a walkl Out tor a walk!"
he echoed testily. "I didn't ask what
you'd been doing, . I asked where
you'd been. Can't you give me a
straight answer?
"I went to see Mr, Spears."
She waited a little anxiously for
some reference to Nicholas Boyd
but her uncle had forgotten about
his existence.
"You don't want to make a friend
of that woman," he said.
"'You do," Oeorgle answered.
"What 1 do and what you do are
two different things," he declared.
"Or the" ought to be. Isn't there
, anyone elso you can go and see, with
out wasting time with that woman V
Oeorgle said nothing; she had
heard It all before and knew how
very little It meant
"THIS house Is as cold as Ice," he
went on; he kicked at the fire
with his slippered foot "why the
devil Lovelock can't keep decent
Ores beats me. I pay enough tor
coal, Heaven knows."
"I'll put some more on," Oeorgle
said, but when she moved to do so
he stopped her.
"No, you needn't, I'm going out
directly."
"Hare you had any breakfast?"
"Breakfast!" he glared at her
again. "Do I look aa If I want any
breakfast?"
Oeorgle eheoked 4 smile. "No,"
he said.
"Then don't ask ldtotle questions,"
he snorted.
Be shivered and sat down In the
armchair.
"What do yon propose to do with
yourself now you're back?" he asked
after a moment
Tne girl shook her head. "The
same aa before I suppose," she said.
"And that Isn't very much," she
added a trliie wistfully.
"I didn't expect you'd oome back,"
he said gruffly.
Her eyes widened a little.
"Didn't yon want ma to come
lack?" she asked quickly.
Didn't anybody want her? 8he
knew that eren her mother had been
quite glad when the time came for
her departure.
"Nobody considers what I want
or what 1 don't want" Edward Ban
croft answered. "I suppose you cam
back because It suited you."
"I came back because there
wasn't anywhere else for me to go,"
Oeorgle said. '
"Didn't your mother ask you to
stay?" be demanded.
"No."
He laughed hoarsely, "She
wouldn't She waa always a sellsh
woman; all women are selfish."
He closed his eyes and huddled
down Into the shabby dressing-gown,
and after waiting a moment Georgia
stole away.
She felt a little lost and lonely,
but she supposed philosophically
that In a day or two she would hare
settled down again quite happily,
She ate a solitary lunch. Mrs.
Lorelock declared that she had In
digestion and could not eat a mouth
ful If anybody offered ber the Tbrona
of England, so Georgia aat alone In
tbe dining room and wondered why
she felt so disgustingly like tears.
It waa no nse crying anyway; be
sides, she didn't know why she
wanted to cry; she blinked bard at
an unappetising suet puddlni
(wblch Mrs. Lorelock had served up
because she thought It was timi
Oeorgle had "Good English food
after all that heathen rubbish") and
felt as It she would choke.
Was Nelly Foster feeling like this?
Perhaps she was too busy serving
the nasty old women she had spoken
about to think of other things. At
any rate she wouldn't be alone; and
she was occupied.
"I wonder It ) could work In 1
shop," Oeorgle thought "It wouldn't
be so bad In a tobacconist's perhaps,
or eren sweets."
Mrs. Spears alwara declared thai
without work to do she would ro
mad. "Without work to do, you're
got to much time to think," ao she
said In her brisk way. "And If yon
think too much you got sorry foi
yourself, and that's fatal."
It's what'a happening to me,"
Oeorgle thought In sudden panic,
and she pushed back her cbatr and
rose from the table, leaving the suet
pudding to grow cold In uncut soli
tude.
"pHB house seemed silent and de-
sorted. Mrs. Lorelock had retired
to her room, and Edward Bancroft
had gone out, no doubt to the Boara
Head.
'And I don't blame him," Georgia
thought In revolt "It's better to be
down there talking to people than
sitting up here alone with nothing
In the wide world to do."
She took her hat and went out
The sun was shining now, but aa
It was everybody's lunch time the
streots were doserted.
Georgle turned away trom the di
rection of the Boar's Head and
walked down the long country road.
"Too much time to think" yes,
that waa what was the matter with
ber. If only she could do something
usoful, make herself necessary to
one single person In the great wide
world; there must be somebody who
would be glad to hare her!
She turned aside and leaned nei
arms on a gate that shut off a wide
field of beans. Georgle liked leaning
over things she found It restful.
She remembered suddenly how she
had leaned over Nicholas Boyd's big
trunk and he had come along and
ashed her If ahe felt HI.
She smiled at the memory, then
all at once she found she was crying.
Well, It didn't matter It one cried
out here; there was nobody to see,
and perhaps if she had one good
howl ahe would feel bettor and atop
being son? for herselt So Georglt
howled; not loudly,' but with hei
face hidden on her arms till thi
sleeves of her thin coat wen
drenched.
She did not know why she wai
weeping; she only knew that than
waa a hard little feeling round her
heart that had got to be melted or
she would never be happy or satis
fied again.
After all, one had to go on, no
matter how lonely and unwanted
one might be, but for once hei
cheery optlinlatlo belief that there
was something wonderful lying
close In store tor her, had let
Oeorgle down badly and tears ware
the only way out
I'm a fool" she told herself.
even as she wept
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A welcome 'Mrudsr. Monday,
breaks Into Qtorfllo's grief
IRRITATES NAZIS
BERLIN. (API When sausage
maniiiaaturera started selling frank
furters In the shape of the swutlka,
the Hitler propaaarda ministry de
cided that the time tiad come to halt
use of the neat emblem for advertising.
Not only has the swastika appeared
on toya. candles and sweet buna, but
Cluncellor Hitler portrait, or what
paateu for It, haa ngurerj on aah
trays, paper napkins, beer glass
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Thousands of cheap metal or plas
ter bunts of Hitler have been sold
that aren't flattering to him. He
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with even more disastrous results.
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SWEETENS
THE BREATH
AUSSIE GOLD U
SYDNEY, Australia (AP) Three
small brothers of orenfell, tired of
digging a "gold mine" under a tree.
started throwing atones at a mag
pie's nest.
A man passing by picked up one
of the stones and found the young
sters had been throwing real nuggets.
The discovery atarted a gold rush,
and the boys' fsther staked a claim
for them.
Redden &
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(AP) While moat countries are
struggling to balance their budgets,
southern Rhodesia la In Vie happy
position of having concluded It 11a
cal year with a surplus of nearly
$400,000.
Tbe government haa reduced In
come tax by 2.5 per cent and has re
stored penny portage.
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