PAGE TWO
One who Forgot'
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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.
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“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.
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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
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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 ... I’d like to make'
a bet that she’ll never marry again.”
i Nan sat very still, her left hand
clasped tightly over the wounded
finger.
“I don’t believe it,” she was say-
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doesn’t want to hurt me. . .”
The kitchen door opened abrupt
ly Mary thrust a scared face around.
“Mr. Sefton, please, Miss Nan.”
. Arnott swore under his breath.
Nan rose hurriedly.
“In a moment—ask him in the
schoolroom—l’ll be there in a me
ment.” She turned to Arnott: “Y’ou
don. ’t mind if I as'- you to go?”
“I was going, anywav,” he answ
ered.
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.
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