THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH. MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1934.
Forgotten Sweetheart ↳ MARY RAYMOND
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him away from Joan.
Through Barbara, Joan is invited to a house party at which Bob is also gut, Munderstandings 'pile up between Joan and lob, Vinally, aure that he no longer cares for her ahe returns to Memphla with JIM WARFIELD, ale at the party.
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by
His father, noting the betray- ing signe, said: "You thought it was the slater."
Pat's lashes fluttered, her eyes, was angry, with me. If we had whistling softly when he turned on, kid was not seriously hurt." He
stayed"
his bath, He should have talked sat down, reached, tor a cigarette, HOS WESTON, on of a millionaire, oponed wonderingly.
"Pat, darling!"
"It might have happened any to Joan before. Laid the cards on puffed it a moment and ground it with a
against an ash tray. Then almost risks to Memphie in connection textile plans under construction for... la
It was Joan banding above her, way. Pat. You must believe that." the table.
Bat Pat couldn't believe it. "Good morning, Bob," his father immediately he lit another. father's company. Bob and JUAN WARING fall to fove with each other but BARBARA stooping to kiss hor. And Bira.
a mass of tan-sald as Bob entered the living room COURTNEY, society girl, schemes tota Waring. "My own little girl, my Her bright head,
poor little girl!" Mother, tired gled hair, moved from side to of the suite. "You seem pretty her reddened eyes, aide on the white pillow. Now and spry for a young man who hasn't The elder nes about
then a moan escaped her parched had much sleep,"
Weston laid the morning newspaper kissing her, too.
lips,
"Oh, Joan. I want to die! Why on his lap as he spoke. didn't they let me die? I can't Bob grinned. Wouldn't the old bear to live, knowing I killed chap be surprised to know ho
hadn't slept nt "all" Jerry."
"ush, dear. You weren't to. "Attractive-looking girl you were blame. Jerry was driving like a talking to yesterday afternoon. Is madman, they said. It was ashe the one you wrote me about?!" Bob reddened. Sly old fox! Dad miracle you both weren't killed."
was clover.
PAT WAHINO, Joen's younger plater, is Infatuated with JEROME FORRESTEN,
And there was Bill. "Well, old girl, you're coming along fine!" Bill gruffly kind, his voice queer of her employer, Joan learn from brand unnatural, where there in a good desi of drinking.
mother that Pat has been going to periion "We had an accident, Jerry and
Pat becoming whewy over Jerry's" inter- ¦ I."!
Sem
itt CLAIRE WILLIAMS. ■ married Jefry calls for Fat one night and
they drive is a road house. The same we Ing Joan go to the exclusive
"Night Cap
Club" with Jim. Bob and Barbara are there
Jim drinks bearly, peglecting Joan.
Fat and Jerry, speeding home from the
rond house in Jerry's car, collide with an other automobile,·
CHAPTER XVIII
came Pat's volco, groping. She tried to concentrate. "ferry would drive fast. I told him--"
"Yes, darling. You mustn't talk now. The doctor wants you to be quiet.. Try to sleep."
"Yes," Bob answered. "The fel low she was with last night had been drinking."
"Bob, you didn't let me know how much you cared for this girl. You are pretty far gone, aren't you 7
"I'm afraid 80."
"Why afraid?" his father per
*sisted.
"You see, Dad, I was pretty sure about her. I thought she was the loveliest, the dearest"
"But now you aren't so sure? What's wrong son?"
"It's hard to explain. Sometimes sometimes she's so she does unexpected things that darned sweet! The first time I saw her, I wanted to run off with her Sometimes I wish I had."
Over and over the pitiful,
"Yes, that was Joan Waring.”. broken volce, "Oh, Joan, If I had
"I was wondering if she might Pat closed her eyes wearily, die too. I can't bear to live
be related to the girl in this. auto She felt too tired to talk, too now!"
A nurse in a crisp white uni-mobile accident tired to think. When she awake-
"What accident?" The hand he ened again the room was bright form came quietly into the room,
with its lifted Pat's head and placed a stretched out for the paper was un- On a small white card in n hos cr. This strange room pital cabinet appeared the name. neat white dresser, white walls glane against her lips. "Drink steady. He had let Joan go home
she said kindly. "You'll with Jim. knowing Jim was drunk. hurt. And with bottles of this,"
If. Joan was hurt "Waring, Patricia. Automobile ac- and white table cident.
Other facts were rerord-medicine and a roll of gauze, feel better in a little while."
Joan wiping the tears from her ed briefly.
Joan was sitting near a window The new accident case was ly-looking out. Pat thought her sis-own face, saw the stricken eyes ing in
closing, and watched peace slip a snill, darkened room, ter looked very weary and gad
ping like a calm mask over Pat's eyes closed. listening vaguely to an unfamiliar voice.
Pat closed her eyes and then tortured face.
flooding suddenly memory came back. Tears slipped from under her lashes and rolled down her white cheeks.
"You needn't worry at all," the voice sold. "She's coming out nicely. We gave her ether when the gash was. Bowed up· In her hend because she was so nervous. Except for that and some bad bruises, she's perfectly all right. She was certainly lucky."
The last words brought back, horror, blackness, and the, mem- ory of other voices, "She was the whole certainly lucky thing is in splinters and hardly a scratch on her but that poor fellow.
L
"Oh, Pat, dearest, don't!" "He's dead, Joan. I remember now. They said the girl aure is lucky, but that poor fellow!' Jerry's dead, Joan, and I'm living. Pat's And it was all my fault!" hysterical voice rose.
Joan's arms
were around the Pat close. shaken figure, holding "Don't, darling. You must be quiet. It wasn't your fault. You The smell of burning wood, couldn't have prevented It." merging into a stinging medicinal "Then he is dead." Pat began odour. "Just a little more ether brokenly. "Oh, my God!" Con-
there...
"Then the buz-vulaive emotion swept her again zing, grating Round. Voices roar while she clung to Joan, Ing above her. Then darkness.
口街行
"It was all my fault, Joan. He
Bob could not sleep. He had flung himself into bed around two o'clock, feeling that he was de- finitely through. Any girl who could continue to play around with a weak idlot like Jim War- field wasn't worth worrying about. That was all. Now that everything was settled, he would go to sloop and forget her. Forget how her elim, 'young form had yielded to his arms during that waltz, forget her funny little smile, the smoky blue eyes and cloudy hair.
But, despite his resolutions, come and he sleep refused to tossed from side to side, staring at the celling or wall. It was only after he had decided that it would be more sensible to have it out with Joan, to tell her precisely what he thought of her behaviour, that the nervous tension relaxed. And then sleep was out of the question. He waited impatiently for daylight and an hour when he could properly call Joan. Eight- thirty would be all right. It seem- ed impossible to wait longer. He would ask her to see him later in order to talk things over...
Once this decision was made, he felt better. Light-hearted. Ho was
But it was not Joan. The laugh ing, merry face of rat kapu out at him from the printed page. Pat was pictured, dressed in a fluffy white frock. Probably a commened ment frock.
"Chantly accident," Bob said af- ter a moment. "I'm glad the poor
His father shook his head. "No good settling things that way. They don't stay settled."
Bob did not reply. It had been dificult trying to describe Joan's (Continued on Page 11.)
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