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PAGE TWO One who Forgot' *B S RUBYTT AYRES ♦ <7 Nan wrote to her father that night. “I am going to marry Mr. Sefton,” she wrote. “Tomorrow he says he will hand ne an me lOU’she has of yours; I hope you will be pleased. She sat lor a long time with the pen in her hand, staring down at the lines she had writen. Then she addressed the envelope and sent the little maid with it to the post. She watched the girl scuttle down the lane to the pillar-box with a feeling of finality. “Well, that’s finished, anyhow,” she said aloud. “What's finished, Nan?” Claudie demanded, coming up behind her and squeezing a sticky paw into her hand. Nan looked down into his interest ed face. “Something I used to call ro mance,” she said. “Oh,” he did not understand. “And why is it finished?” he asked after a moment. Nan’s mouth twisted into its crooked smile. “Because I’m going to be marri ed,” she said. She thought of the chest of things she had prepared for her wedding with Peter. She had left them all at Joan Endicott’s flat. Ordinary clothes from the shop would be good enough in which to marry Harley Sefton; she wonder ed why there should be such a dif ference. Claudie was staring up at he: j with solemn eyes. “Are you going to marry Mr. Lyster?” he asked after a momenn. Nan flushed scarlet; if he had pur posely tried to hurt her, the child could not have chosen a more cruel ly-worded question. "Why do you ask that?” she ask ed. “Why do you ask silly things like that?” He shook his head. “It’s only what we thought about , me and and Jim and Buster,” he said then. “We thought it would be nice if you married Mr. Lyster.” He paused a moment, the added gravely: “We told him so too” “You told him!” cried Nan in a rage. “You naughty, wicked boy— how dare you say such things. . . ,” Then suddenly her voice changed, and she knelt down beside him, put ting her arms around him and hiding her face against his little shoulder as if she were asham ed. “Tell me what he said,” sh e begg ed almost in a whisper. “Oh, what did he say, Claudie?” “He said,” Claudie answered slow ly, “that he would fink about it.” Nan began to laugh; she laughed till the tears came to her eyes and ran down her cheeks. What a comic tragedy it all was. Nan was busy in the kitchen the following morning when John Arnott opened the door and walked in. “Claudie told me I might,” he ex claimed, in answer to Nan’s ex clamation of surprise. “The front door was open.” He walked straight up to the table where Nan was peeling apples and, leaning his hands on it, looked steadily at her. “Is it true?” he asked. ? Feel Glorious! s 5 Nicest Laxative, s [ “Cascarets” 10c \ >» v\ and feel clean, sweet, refreshed; your head clear, stomach right, tongue pink and your skin rosy. Because cheery, harmless “Casca rets” never gripe, inconvenience or sicken, “Cascarets” has become the largest selling laxative in the world for men, women, children. Buy a box at any drugstore. SILVERWARE! Nothing is more appre ciated and appropriate for wedding gifts than Silverware. Thos. L. Bell, Inc. I A® fri ! 3? F I ■!« “W W TO i i “Doesn’t it look expensive?’’ I “True?” She tried to meet his eyes but her own fell. , i “Is what true?” she asked flip pantly. “That the kasier is dead, or that the war is over, or what? One hears so many rumors.” “You know what I mean,” he an ■ swered. “Is it true that you are going to marry that fellow Sefton? I've heard it half a dozen times in •the village this morning. I don’t be live it but—l had to come and 1 ask you all the same.” “It’s quite true,” said Nan. She thrust one hand into the pocket of her big apron and drew out a diamond ring. “This came this morning—” She laugred as she pushed it on to her finger and held it out for his in spection. “Doesn’t it look expensive?” she asked. “1 didn’t dare to wear it while I cooked, so I put it in my apron. . . . Well—aren’t you going to congratulate me?” He blue eyes met his in hard de fiance. 1 Arnott drew back with a long breath. “No,” he said bluntly. “I’m sorry for you—that’s all.” “Sorry!” Nan’s voice was inding .nant. “How dare you say such [things?” Then suddenly she broke down; she sat down on the hard wooden chair behind her and lean ed her head on her hand. “Yes, you’re right to be sorry for D o n’t stay headachy, bilious, constipated, sick! One or two pleas ant, candy-like “Cascarets” any time will gently stimulate your liver and start your bowels. Then you will both look I LET US DO YOUR I I GINNING! I I IT WILL PAY I I YOU I |K * I FarmersjCotton Oil CO. I Phone 92 Special Excursion to Macon, Ga. October 20 and 22, 1 925 ACCOUNT GEORGIA STATE EXPOSITION Unusually low round trip fares Tickets on sale for all trains of October 20 and 22, good returning leaving Macon not later than mid night of day following date of sale. Attractive Fair Program Excursion from AMERICUS $2.00 The special fare named above is in addition to the regular excursion tickets on sale daily during the Fair at fare and one-half round trip. 'Ask Ticket agent for further information. CENTRAL of GEORGIA RAILWAY "The Right Way’* me,” she said in a ‘.titled voice. “I i think I’m the most unhappy woman in all the warier.-’ He took her hand in his, and patt ed it with a vague attempt at com fort. “Why have you done it?” he ask ed. She gave a long sigh. “Why? Oh, I don’t know: lots of reasons—too many to tell you now. He’s rich, for one thing, and I love money— this ring must have cost a mint of I money. Then—then . . Arnott broke in angrily. “I don’t 'want to near any more excuses like that; tell me the real one.” “There isn’t a real one—at least . . Nan raised her eyes. “I don’t see why you need get so upset about it,’ she said, “Mine isn’t the only en gagement flying about the village. I heard of another one yesterday— a much more interesting one, too.” She drew her hand from his; she [took up the half-peeled apple and | the knife and went on with her j work, but her hands trembled, and she peeled the apple extravagantly. Arnott watched her for a moment with perplexed eyes. “You don’t mean—me?” h e asked then. I “You—no!” ' He gave little exclamation. “Not —Peter!” i Nan’s hand jerked suddenly, and the knife slipped and cut her finger an ugly gash. I She found her handkerchief and wound it round anyhow; she would not let Arnott look at it. i “It’s nothing,” she said—“noth ing. Please don’t bother.” If you mean Peter,” Arnott said presently, “it’s all tommy rot.” He looked at her with sudden suspicion. “Who is he supposed to be engaged to, for heaven’t sake?” he asked ir ritably. | “I never said I meant him,” Nan cried in a panic. “It’s nothing to me if he chooses to get married. I dare say I shall be married before he is, anyway—and . . .” “Yes,” said Arnott. “1 should think that is quite possible. i “Blessed if I can understand you! I thought you cared so much for Lyster that . . . oh, all right, I’m sorry. . . .” He sauntered away to the window and stood staring into the garden. “Lyster has applied to the war office to send him back to France,” he said suddenly. I He heard Nan catch her breath. “But they won’t take him, will they?” she asked. “I should have thought . . .oh, you don’t think they will take him, do you?” I Arnott shrugged his shoulders. “He’s soon got tired of being here,” Nan said. “He made up his mind in a duce of a hurry, anyway,” Arnott answ ered. “Only yesterday morning he said he hoped they wouldn’t send him for a month or so , and then last night he came in and said he was going to write at once and ask to besent back—he wrote, too.” I “Last night!” I “Yes-—he’s a rum chap—can’t make him out. We did our best to AMrmrrc fORDEK Cruelty *= --= = After having been missing for a week, Delmore J. Kendall, boy prodigy, has returned to his home Mangum, Okla., and refuses to ex plain his mysterious disappearance. When three years old he was able to operate a typewriter and when 13 became a freshman at Northwestern University. He had staretd for his school when he dsiappeared. disuade him. but he weulJ.i’t listen. I thought Doris had som e influence with him, too.” “Yes,” said Nan quietly. “I, thought she had.” Arnott swung round; he stared at her for a moment without speaking, then he said: “You don’t like my sister, Miss Marraby.” I Nan tried to deny it. “I do—how absurd—of course I do; why I’v e only seen her once in my life.” “She takes a bit of knowing.” Ar nott said thoughtfully. “But she’s one of the best when you do know her. She behaved like a brick when her husband was killed—and she adored him, too ... 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She went with him to the door— they passed Sefton in the hall. He scowled as he saw that Nan was not alone. “Where is my ring?” he demand ed. Nan fished it up from her pocket •—fished up a piece of apple-core with it. “I took it off to make a tart,” she explained. “You’ve nc right to do work like that. When you’re my wif e I shall not allow it.” “I’m not your wife yet,” said Nan. She followed him into the school room—there was a big dish of primroses on the table—she went over to them and mechanially began pulling them out a few that was faded. (To Be Continued) j “DIAMOND DYES" J COLOR THINGS NEW \ <! Just Dip to Tint or Boil t i to Dye ? 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