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PAGE TWO One who forgot • b } RUBYTT AYRES ♦ <7 fel.Uw Nan turned her head to the win-i' dow. The boys and Peter we’e coniinp up the garden—Claudit j and Buster were hanging on either arm, Jim walking backwards, a lit tle in front and all three were talk ing at the top of their voices. “I must make some more tea,” ! she said hurriedly, “If you will ex- j cuse me a moment. . . . . ” She went quqickly away; she i wanted to compose herself a little before meeting Peter. As soon as ' she had gone Doris looked at her j brother, “Well?” he said rather j awkwardly, meeting her eyes, “what do you think of her?” Mrs. Mears shrugged her shouuld ers. “I think she is quite—nice,” she said reluctantly. “How long have you known her, John?” “Oh—years!” Arnott said hur riedly. “At least if it isn’t, it seems like years.” “You’ve never told me about her before.” He ran an agitated hand over his cropped head. “No; you see, I never thought; you’d meet; and one gets to know so manv people when one knocks bout the world as I do” He seised upon the cake plate. “Have some more cake?” I “No thank you,” she leaned back i in her chair and looked at her small reflection in an old fashioned glass opposite. “And how long has Miss Marraby known Peter?” she asked sudenly. Arnott was spared the embarass ment of a reply by the entry of Pe- ■ ter himself with the three boys The boys stooped on the threshold in confusion when they saw that Nan was not there. They were not I allowed in the drawing room as a rule. “But if you are very good you may have tds here today,” Nan i said appearing behind them. “But no jam, mind, and no stickky fing ers on the cushions.” She turned to Peter with a friendly little smile. She put down the fresh teapot she carried and shook hands, with him. I don’t know how you are off for sevrants,” she said to Mrs. | Means, we only have one small maid , and so 1 have to help her.’ “Its getting a most serious oues <jnn—this shortage of maids,” Mrs. Mears answered. “Fortunately I have three excellent ones, but I’m always dreading they’ll give notice and go and make munitions or something.” “You don’t want three maids.” her brother struck in bluntly. “It’s absurd.” Doris colored in faint annoyance. “My dear boy!” she protested. Arnott laughed. “Well, if the war goes on much longer you’ll all be doing your own work.” he said.. “How would you like that, Miss Marraby?” “There are a great many things 1 should hate more,” Nan told him calmly. “I am rather fond of house work’ When I was with Miss Lyster _” She puulled herself up sharply. She shot a frightened look at Peter, hoping he had not heard, but it was too late. He was looking across at her inquiringly. “Miss Lyster?” he echoed. Wnat Miss Lyster were you with. Miss Ma Na a X ? hand jerked suddenly, knocking over her teacup; its cont ents trickled over the cloth and fe dripping on to the rather gabby * handker- Dinkler? I Hotels life ■ Jgldii !! ifHi uuUUar (! u u g Jgß’ Hgpnnttii Ut*’ «uK u i* i- gg e csaß ! ■isUffh'S !§'•: t( tt It tttr?G ::: :b| ■assstis |S»,!! tttt it y tti; HOTEL ANSLEY .1 AUatUx, G*. NDREW JACKSON I' Naabville, Tens. HOTEL TUTWILER Blrrnlngham, Ala. HOTEL PIEDMONT Atlant*. G*. HOTEL REDMONT Birmingham. Ate. HOTEL RALSTON Celumbaa, Ga. HOTEL PHOENIX U Wayrroaa, G*. HOTEL CARLING Jacksonville. Fla. (Naw Bnlldlnj) dispensers of True Southern HcspitaFrty fl i r- Vw “1 1 m 1 -w 4s agjj see u ’’Are you engaged?" Nan gave a little cry of protest, chief and went down on his knees. "Oh, please, don’t—it won’t hurt I the carpet at all; I’ll fetch a cloth.” I She fled from the room; the I blood was singing in her ears; when ! she reached the kitchen she forgot' what she had come for—she stood there staring helplessly before her still the little maid asked timidly what she wanted. Nan roused herself then with a start. | | “Nothing—at least—l’ve spilt, some tea.” i “It’s al] soaked in,” Jim said as i Nan arrived. i “Soaked in,” Claudie echoed. | Nan went down on her knees; she ! mopped the little pool up vigorous-. ly. “It won’t show at all,” she said ' breathlessly. “How clumsy of me! It’s a good thing it wasn’t one of you boys,” she added, with pretend ed severity. , I She hoped desperately that Peter had forgotten his question; she sug gested a walk in the garden. She unbolted the long French window and went out on the grass with / A \ Jlw bayer ; My il \<JIM Aspirin Proved safe by millions and prescribed by physicians for Colds Headache Neuritis Lumbago Pain Neuralgia Toothache Rheumatism DOES NOT AFFECT THE HEART | Accept only “Bayer” package Z"V which contains proven directions. * Handy “Bayer” boxes of 12 tablets y. J f Also bottles of 24 and 100—Druggists. Aepiria is the trade mart ot Bayer Mannfactare ot Monoaceticacidester of Sallcylicacid I LET US DO YOUR I GINNING! I IT WILL PAY I YOU I FarmersfCotton Oil CO. I Phone 92 | Doris Mears. “I hope you will come and see i ] me, Miss Marraby,” Doris said. “I J I live very quitely—l lost my husb- ’ and two years ago you know.” i 1 “Yes,” said Nan, “Mr. Arnott I told me—l am so sorry.” p “It was dreadful at first,” Mrs.'; Mears said, with a sigh. “I thought i II couldn’t go on living at all—but i—well' I have, you see. I try to do i ' what 1 can to help others . . .” She , ■raised her dark eyes to Nan with disconcerting suddenness. “Are you engaged?” she asked.. Nan was looking straight ahead of her. “I was,” she said, stearily. “But j it is at an end now.” “And was he in the war, too?” Mrs. Mears asked. “Yes,” said Nan. There was a little silence. “He was not —killed?” the elder (girl asked, again. I “No.” Mrs. Mears touched the little military ribbon Nan still wore. “I thought, perhaps—as you are wearing this," she said, deprecat ingly. “Most of us wear some ribbon or another, don’t we?” said Nan. She tried to smile. “In London the other day I saw an old women lin a bus with three different badges lon her coat—she was so proud of them—she told me that she had !three sons serving in the army." Mrs. Mears laughed. “How quaint!” . There was a touch of artificiality lin her voice which Nan resented; | she stopped and looked back at the others. ; Mrs. Mears stopped, too. “It’s very sad about Mr. Lyster, don’t you think?” she asked. “Very,” said Nan. “I shall miss him dreadfull;’ when he goes away,” Mrs. Mears went on “He has been so kind to , me.” She broke off as the two men 'and the boys came up. She moved J away from Nan and went over to Peter. “You mustn’t overtire yourself,” she said playfully. “I really think |we ought to be taking you home. What do you think. John?” | Arnott had just returned from a race across the grass. He carried Claudie on his back and he was red iin the face from his exertions. Don’t go,” came in a chorus from the three. “Oh, don’t go.’ “I’m in no hurry,” Peter said quickly. He looked at Nan. Mrs. Mears will persist in making an in valid of me,” he said. AMERICUS TIMES-RECORDER There was a trace of annoyance : in his voice. Nan remembered how I he had always hated fuss. She moved on, and Peter walked 1 beside her. “Who is the Miss Lyster you, spoke of at tea-time?” he asked i suddenly. Nan colored. “Oh, it’s only somebody I used I to know a long while ago,” she said evasively. “It’s not a very uncom mon name, you know.” He kept his eyes downbent mood ily. “I thought perhaps it might have been someone I ought to have known,” he said. “I suppose I have some relations somewhere or other.” He looked at her suddenly. “Are you feeling happier today?” he asked, abruptly. Nan flushed scarlet. “I don’t want to be reminded of last night,” she said, vehemently. “I made an utter and complete fool of myself. Pleast, try and forget it.” There was a little silence. Do you often walk in the woods,” he asked. « '^.Sometimes —I haven’t much;' time.” “And do you like Mrs. Mears?” Peter asked then. Nan hesitated. “Well, I can hardly say—l’ve never seen her before, you know She’s pretty, isn’t she?” She longed I for him to disagree with her. I Peter glanced across to where | Mrs. Mears was talking to her ■ brother. | “Yes; I suppose one would call 1 her pretty,” he said, at last. “She I is small and dainty—” “And men always like small and dainty women,” Nan said. She hat ed herself for having said it, but she could not help it. “Do they?” Lyster asked. Nan went with them to the gate. The car was drawn up at the road ' side, and the chauffeur was half asleep in his seat. I She must have plenty of money,” . Nan thought with a pang. “And you’ll come over and see 1 SUCCESS MUST BE BUILT ON SOMETHING REAL jIMp Swili' i Hk ; W '1 1 ' ' M Wtaw VI «a* L 7 S w I X «: .®? *-$F < <: Chesterfield has earned its present position among the world s dgaiettes on taste alone I —— Liccttt & Mybks Tobacco On .us?” Mrs. Mears was asking her. “I 1 should love you to see my boy. John ■ must drive over one day and fetch I you. Will you, John?” < John would be delighted, he said. , Which day should he come? Any j day would suit him. “I think we had better leave it 1 I for a little while,” Nan answered. 1 I “I am so busy; there is such a lot ' to do.” “If you leave it too long I shall be back in France,” he told her ruefully. Nan glanced at Peter; he was not attending. To Be Continued COLLANDER DENIES PIERCE’S CHARGE WASHINGTON, Oct. 6.—Charg es made by Arno S. Pierce against . the procedure of the United States r crop reporting board were denied today by Chairman W. F. Collan- J der of the reporting board. Pierce is president of the Federa tion of Master Cotton Spinners and Manufacturers association, at Man chester, England. How to stop BOILS! There’s only one way to stop boils. Stop the cause of boils! That’s common sense—isn’t it? All right. Boils thrive because the blood gets so weak in healthy, red cells that it can’t throw off the im purities that get into the body. There’s not enough rich, red blood to purify the system. Now—S. S. S. builds back the blood to fighting strength. S. S. S. builds red-blood-cells—builds them by the millions! Boils dry up! S. S. S. is the thing. Impurities that cause boils and other skin eruptions can’t stand up against ! the rich, healthy, red blood that I S. S. S. builds. That’s all there is ' to it. I Stop boils with S. S. S. It’s the way. Get it at any druggist. The ‘ larger bottle is more economical. WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 7, 1925 MARY SPAS DENIES J SHE IS BETROTHED i NEW YORK, Oct. 6. Mary Spas, erstwhile Cinderella for a day by grace of Edward West Browning millionaire realtor, indignantly de nied yesterday reports printed in a theatrical publication that she was engaged to marry E. W. Ferrari. Ferrari is associated with M. H.. Karper, a theatrical agent, who, up on several occasions, has sought to i get Mary to consent to a stage ca- | reer. I “There is absolutely nothing to the statement,” said Mary “Further more, Karper is not privileged to speak for me, and I am by no means any longer under contract to him. Southeastern Fair October 8-17, 1925 ATLANTA, GA. Excursion tickets will be on sale daily. October 7th to 16th, inclusive $8.58 —Round Trip—sß.sß Final return limit October 19, 1925 POPULAR EXCURSION To Southeastern Fair, Atlanta, on October 1 3 and 1 5. Tick ets will be on sale for all trains on above dates and will be good returning leaving Atlanta prior to midnight of date of sale. Fare from Americus for special excursion will be $4.00 Round Trip 54.00 For further particulars ask the ticket agent CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAY The Right Way Phone 1 37 iHe is trying to get Ferari a job by ; using my name.” — *• Sure Relief FOR INDIGESTION I 6 Bell-ams i water wmjr Sure Relief Bella ns and 7S« t *******
