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PAGE EIGHT MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUTE, SIEDFORD, OREGON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1933. Outrageous Fortune ga hf RaVuela iVtutWrfXA JYSOPBIBl The i. .tin found on the tcre nit r thr .vrech of the Alic Arden ie Ht more of a problem, Neeta Riddel . hat gone to the hospital, heard hUn, babbling ot emerald 01 ' murder, and taken him home at her hue- . band. Jimmy Riddell. Caroline Leigh think he may be Jim Ran. dal, her dietant coujln, until ehe hoar of Noeta. Than eh learnt a torap of a letter tea found in the man?e pocket, tigned Caroline, and tuddenly her hopet rite again. She cannot underetand why Setta Rid, dell would claim the wrong hue, band, out daahee off In pureutt weverthelete. The nuree at the hot- Sital where the man had beengivee aroUnt a paper to hand iieeta, one h'eeta had dropped in leaving. Chapter Six THE AWAKENING ""pIDES rising and falling waves A rockinj and a lonf dream that rocked with them rocking rock ing. He waa swinging like a pendn lam between the dream and aome vague waking state awing, swing out and back again oat and back again. When he awung ont, there was a sense ot light and women's Tolces; but when he swung back, there waa the rise and tall ot water, and black fog, and only one voice, thafmever topped. There was sunlight In the room, ...j an older woman with dark hair and a high color. She cam across the room, sat down on the edge ot his bed, and smiled a ready made smile. "Weil, Jimmy so you're a wake r she aald. He felt an Immediate prickle at Irritation. Her eye were too close together. Who waa ahe? And what was she doing calling him Jimmy? He loathed being called Jimmy. "Well?" said Kesta Riddell in her hard bright voice. "You look pounds better. You've slept round the dock, you know. Are you hungry? You ought to be. Mln's getting you some thing." He said, speaking slowly and with a sort of frowning Intensity, "Why did you call me Jimmy!" Nesta Riddell stared. "Isn't It yonr name?" THE frown became a sheer strain ing effort to find an answer to that And It beat him. He dldnt know he didn't know what his name was. He knew that he bated being called Jimmy. That stuck out like a corner In his mind, bnt he couldn't get round it "Look here," said Keeta Riddell, "You wait till you've had something to eat Here's another pillow for you. An'd If I were you I shouldn't go "Why did you call me JlmmyTJ" lantlng across the bed In whloh he lay. As he moved, someone else moved too. There was a aott hurry ot footsteps. A blind came down with a click and the sun waa shut out His arm dropped., He rose on his elbow, and saw a girl turning back from the window, a very pretty girl with silver flaxen hair and big pale blue eyes. She wore a blue smock, and she was looking at him rather as a small child looks at tiger In a cage. v She said "Oh I" in a soft, breath less way and edged towards the door. He sat up, closed his eyes tor a moment and then opened them again. The girl had almost reached the door. "I say don't go," ha said In an alarmed voice. The girl stood where she was. "I'll tell Nesta," she said. He repeated the name. "Who's Nesta?" SHE looked really terrified when he aald that "Oh please" she began. "I say, don't look so frightened I only want to know where I am." This waa apparently something that could be answered. A little mod est pride displaced her timidity. "You're at our place Tom's and mine. I'm MIn." r . "Oh" He was expected to know who Tom waa . , , Tom and MIn. He certainly didn't, but It was obvious that he ought to. The girl said again, "I'll tell Nesta," and got aa far aa turning the handle of the door, when he topped her. "No do wait a moment Can't yon tell me what's happened? I don't know I" His voice stopped dead. He didn't know. What didn't hs know? He shut his eyes and tried to pierce the fog til at filled his mind. He had had a dream about tog, and a dream about a voice. He had left the voice behind in the dream, but the fog had come with him. It filled his brain. He groped In it and found nothing. . At the sound of the closing door he opened his eyes again. MIn was gone, and where she had been standing there was now someone bothering my head about things at present" The pillow was comfortable. He relaxed against It, .conscious ot a swimming head. Then MIn came In with a tray, and he found that he was faint with hunger. Nesta watched him eat and drink. When he had finished, she took away the tray and came back to her seat on the bed. "Well?" she said, "feeling better?" "Yes, thank you." "Want to talk?" "Yea" "All right go ahead" That waa easier aald than done. Where were you to begin when you had no landmarks? He went baok to the question he had asked before. "Do you mind telling me where I am?" You're at Tom's place in Led- Ungton. ' He opened hie eyea upon her very directly. And who la Tom?" My brother," aald Nesta Riddell. Then she laughed a little. "Come, Jimmy you're not jrolng to say you've forgotten Tom?" He put his hand up to his head. "I can't remember. Have I had a crack on the head?" She nodded, watching him. "Do you mind telling me how I got here?" "You really dont remember? Well I'll go back to a week ago. You know what had happened. You said you'd got to get off the map tor a bit I was to come here, and you were go ing to work up the coast to Glasgow. I dont know what name yon went under, but you were on the Alice Arden when she got driven aehore on the Bliton sands. There was a gale first and then an awful tog, and she broke up against the cliffs. Very few people were saved. They took you Into the Klston cottage hos pital, and Tom and I fetohed you away yesterday. Can't you really re member anything about It?" His hand went up to his eyes and pressed on them. He said, Tom " His voloe choked on the word. Then, In a duH whisper, "I re memberthe fog." 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