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Chapter 47
BI8HOP'8 LETTER
' QY Iba morning post there were
two letter! for Georgia one
from Clifford Aiher. telling ber
that ba bad called at the hotel again
only to find aba had gone, upbraid
ing her for not telling him and
reading once more that the would
j..ve Mm a chance to (how bow
rmicb be cared.
Georgia ilghed aa aba laid It aalde
and took np the second letter. It
bore the stamp of the bote: she had
Just left and was addressed In writ
Ins aha did not know. Before she
read It, she turned to tbe end to
d'scorer the signature, and a lit
tle shiver of apprehension went
through ber as she read it: Bishop
Lelter.
Why had he written to her? Per
haps Evelyn bad Insisted that be
should, In order to add his upbraid'
Ing for the thlnrs she was supposed
to bava done. For the first time
Georgle recalled the ogly words her
mother had' used to her about dl
Tnw, If aftMmarf miAA that nntll
now flier had almost entirely es
caped her memory.
She looked Into the neglected gar
den beyond the window, and for a
moment she visualized Bishop's
worn, rugged face, with lis lines of
patient resignation and tbe big
clumsy figure that had alwaya
made ber think of an Imprisoned tl
' ger, beaten into submission by long
captivity. "We are both In the
wrong box, Georgia, yon and I.'
Ha bad said that to ber onca and
had added, "We might help each
other by being friends." The mem
ory of those words brought -with
them a pang of remorse.
Had she misjudged bimT Hadn't
ha also said "I should Ilka to help
you If I can ..."
Georgia shivered as If a cold wind
had suddenly swept past ber, and
almost reluctantly she took up bis
letter again.
: Dear Georgia t
1 am not blaming you for going
away without laying goodbye to
mo, but 1 cannot resist laying that
perhaps soma day you may realise
that J spoke tba trutb when 1 onca
told you that I do not batray a con
fidence, and that 1 meant It when I
aald 1 would help you If the oppor
tunity aver came my way.
For the rest, do not worry. 1 be
lieve that In this atrange world
thing alwaya coma right for
' thone who deaerva that they
ahould.
fours,
Bishop Letter.
It was a 'strange letter. Georgia
read It through half a dozen times
ind still felt that she could not en
tirely understand his meaning. ,
Had be guessed what ber thoughts
bad been tbat last morning when
ahe broke away from bis kindli
ness T It so be must have been hurt
cruelly hurt-
Had she been wrong to believe
Nellys casual gossip about blm?
Wasn't It true that he and Bernle
She seemed again to see- Bishop's
' lined face and patient eyes, and ber
Own were suddenly dimmed by
tears,
"I'll write to blm," Georgia told
Herself. "I'll write and tell hJm I'm
lorry. He'll understand."
She bitterly reproached herself
for her hasty Judgment, and yet
tould she have aeen Bishop at that
ooment her confidence might again
have wavered, for be was in tbe
itudlo, standing gaunt and patient
with Bernle Boyd's cloak over bis
arm, watching while ahe rehearsed
I scene of her new picture.
ILLICX, the wealthy director
'who bad brought ber to Eng
land, waa beside him, a spare, alert
man with an eternal frown, which
waa deeper than usual now as be
apoka to Bishop in quick, Irritable
tones.
"Montague's rotten. He'll ruin
the picture. We want a man like
Nicholas Boyd. There's a fortune
waiting for a man with hla face
and figure and personality. Why
he wanted to go and smash himself
up beata me. Film stars can't afford
to play the hero In real lite, and
anyway the girl wasn't worth a
curse; there are thousands like ber
at the door of this studio every
day."
"You knew NlchoJaa Boydr
Blsbop asked.
'Knew him! Should think I did.
He bated me though, jealous of bis
wife." Kllllck laughed aneerlngly.
,"I ahould say he had soma causa to
be jealous; bet ha knows now that
it he'd had any sense he'd have giv
en me a bonus to take her off his
bands and a vote of thanks too."
Bishop glanced down at the furry
wrap across his arm; It was like
Bernle herself pretty, but entirely
negligible.
"What sort of a man was Boydr
he asked after a moment
Kllllck shrugged bis shoulders.
"Englishman," be said briefly.
"A white man, you'd call blm I ex
pect Decent enough fellow, too da
cent In aome wars. 1 don't owe him
any grudge. He's down and out now
all right, poor devlL"
He rushed away again to enter
Into a fierce argument with Bernle,
who was stamping her foot and on
tbe borderline of tears.
Blsbop bunched his shoulders In
distaste and turned awaj, the fluffy
cloak slipping unheeded to the floor.
"What a lite," he muttered, and
ha thought suddenly of Georgle'g
brown eyes and sensitive face.
p EORGIE put her head round the
'J kitchen door and looked at Mrs.
Drill with wistful eyes.
"Would you like to go to tha pic
tures?" she asked.
Mrs. Drill looked up from a paper
backed novel. .
"Pictures! What pictures, miss?"
she asked blankly.
"The Alms," Georgle eiplained.
"We can get the half past two bus
to Redham; there's a nice picture
bouse there."
Mrs. Drill hesitated.
"I don't know that I will Miss
Georgle, thank you all the same.
I've got a bit of rheumatism, and
sitting In those hot places don't help
matters, thank you all the same."
- Georgia smiled and sighed to
gether: she was so tired of her own
company that she had been driven
to solicit Mrs. Drill's cheery com
panionship rather than be left any
longer to her own thoughts.
She had been bome nearly a week
now, the longest week she bad ever
experienced, and In three days' time
Edward Bancroft and Mrs. Spears
were to be married.
Nobody bad offered to buy the
Hollies, nobody had even been to
look over It although Bancroft had
gone to the expense of having a
board posted beside the gate, boar
ing the legend "this desirable resi
dence for sale."
He had told Georgia that she
might stay on as long as tha house
was not sold, "Or for a few weeks,"
he had added, mindful of th fact
that the bouBe might never be sold,
and Georgia had agreed, not know
ing what else to do.
She had not heard a' word from
Evelyn, and Bishop bad not replied
to her shy, apologetlo letter, i
Apparently they had both done
with her.
Yesterday. Clifford Asher had
been down to sea her. Georgle did
not like to think of that last meet
ing with him, and today be was
sailing for South America.
She had' sent blm a telegram to
say goodbye, but as ahe stood in the
village post office hesitating whether
to put "Love from Georgle" or just
"Georgia;' a sudden doubt had come
Into her mind.
Waa she making a mistake In
sending him away? His love would
have been something out of the des
olation something to lesn on, te
be sure of.
And after all she had put "with
love" realizing that she did love'
htm as a friend, and that as Nlcholsi
had once said to her "it might help.'
Nicholas bad not written to her:
at first she had thought be might '
had almost hoped, forgetting thai
he did not know where she was to
be found.
Woll, I think I'll go to the Plo
tures," she said with an effort "1
shan't be In to tea, and you need
not wait If you want to go, Mrs.
Drill."
In tha movies she always felt
nearer to Nicholas; It was as it aha
looked at wonderfully Impossible
places where once he had lived and
moved.
"Take your umbrella. ' Miss
Georgia, It'a raining," Mrs. Drill
said, but Georgia put on. an old bat
and coat and started off with her
hands plunged Into her oocketa.
Georgle looked up at the grey sky;
perhaps It was raining In Ireland
too Edward Bancroft ,who had
spent part of his youth there eald
It always rained in Ireland he
called it a God-forsaken country;
Georgle wondered If It aeemed God
forsaken to Nicholas.
When she reached tita post office
the bus hid gone, and she remem
bered tbat the clocks at tha Hollies
were never right either too alow
or too fast It was raining mora
heavily, but she set out to walk the
four miles to Redham, It was some
thing to do a means of passing the
long lonely afternoon.
tCopvrtuM. mi, DavtMau Bonn)
Traoedy, tomorrow, reenters
Oeoraie'e lite.
Driver Held When
. Passenger Killed
PORTLAND, O-.e.. July 3d. (API
Roland Duffle of Portland was
charged with Involuntary manslaugh
ter today In connection with the
death laat night of William Msher. a.
who was riding In Duffle' automo
bile when It crashed Into another
tar. Helen Smith, 18. and Dorothy
Stevenson, 83, both of Tacoma, were
Injured and were taken to a hos
pital. They were In Duffle's auto
mobile. PORTLAND, Ore.. July 36. (API
Rudolph Tuomi. 13. of Castle Rock,
Wash, died In a hospital here today
from a skull fracture and other In
juries, suffered when he was struck
by an automobile near his bome yea
terday afternoon.
KEEPS YOURX TASTE FRESH
ALLEN WINS FIRST
BATTLEOVER WiLL
LOS ANGELES, July 28. (AP)
One contest over tbe will of Margaret
Keith, 40-year -old recluse who left
the bulk of a mill ion -dollar estate
to a nephew In Oregon. Albert C.
Allen, a writer, was ended temporar
ily today when tbe superior court
sustained tbe demurrer of the trus
tee. The court gave the contestant.
Mary Allen Towle, a niece, two weeks
In which to file an amended com
plaint. The trustee claimed the allegations
In Mlu Towle 'a complaint were not
properly drawn. There waa ho action
on another contest filed by Mrs. Etta
Eskrldge, a sister of Miss Keith.
Call tbe Soucnera Oragoa Credit
Bureau. They can tell you who pan
die debts prompuj.
Broken winaow glased by Trow
bridge Cabinet Works.
OF MS WORK
WASHINGTON. July 28, (API
President Roosevelt today appointed
ten regional advisors to the public
works administration and named the
headquarters of tbe region In which
ue 3 .300.000.000 public works funds
will be spent.
These advisors will serve as direct
representatives of the administration
and will obtain from state boards lists
of prpje:ts for consideration.
The regional advisors, their head
quarters and the states in the -e- .
2?on include: .
Region B: Marshall Dana of Port,
laxid. Ore.: Portland, Montana. Idaho,
Vashlngton and Oregon.
Folded fenders unfolded. Brill Met
al Works.
Pbone 643. We'll haul away your
refuse. City Sanitary Service.
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THE STORM
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