THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH. MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1934.
Forgotten Sweetheart by MARY RAYMOND
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BEGIN DER TO-DAY
WESTON, мона of * millionaire, comes to Memphis Is connection with a texttle giant under construction for ble father's company. Bob and JOAN WARING fall in love with each other but BARBARA COURTNEY, Mocialy girl, schemes to take him away from Josa.
Through terbaru, Joan in invited to hotma party at which Dobs also a more Misunderstandinge pile up between Joan and Llob. Finally, sure that he no longer cares for her she return to Memphis with JIM WARFIELD, so at the party.
PAT WAJUNG, Joan's younger sister, Infatuated with JEROME FORRESTER, on
of her
employer, Joan learns from
Pat's lashes fluttered, her eyes, was angry with me. If we had whistling softly, when he turned on, kid was not soriously hurt." Ho
stayed opened wonderingly. "Pat, darling!"
ho
His father, noting the betray- ing signs, said: "You thought it was the sister."
"Yes," Bob answered, "The fel- low she was with last night had. been drinking."
his bath. Ho should havo talked sat down, reached for a cigarette, "It might have happened any to Joan before. Laid the cards on puffed it a moment and ground it agrinst an ash tray. Then almost It was loan bending above her, way, Pat. You must bellove that." the table.
But Pat couldn't believe it. "Good morning, Bob," his father Immediately ha lit another. atooping to kiss her. And Mrs.
a mass of tan-said as Bob entered the living room 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, side on the white pillow, Nów and spry for a young man who hasn't ilnes about
then a moan escaped her parched had much sleep." The older Weston laid the morning newspaper kissing her, too.
lips.
"Oh, Joan. I want to die! Why on his lap as he spoke.
me, die? I can't "Bob grinned. Wouldn't the old didn't they let
killed chap be surprised to know bear to live, knowing I
hadn't slept at alli Jerry."
"Attractive-looking girl you were "Hush, dear. You weren't blame, Jerry was driving like talking to yesterday afternoon. Is madman, they said. It was anhe the one you wrote me about?" Bob reddened. Bly old fox! Dad "Yes, darling. You mustn't talk miracle you both weren't killed."
Over and over: the pitiful. was clever. now. The doctor wants you to be
"Yes, that was Joan Waring." broken volco, "Oh, Joan, if I ha Pat and Jerry, speeding home from the quiet. Try to sleep."
too. I can't bear to
"I was wondering if she might live wearily, died Pat closed her eyes
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 awak-
"What accident?". The hand he ened again the room was bright- form came quietly into the room,
with its lifted Fat's head and placed a stretched cut for the paper was un-
And there was Bill. "Well, old Riri, 'you're coming along fine!" Bill gruffly kind, his voice queor berland unnaturalį wother that Pal has been going to parties "We had an accident, Jerry and where there is a good deal of dṛlukina.
Pat is becoming uneasy over Jerry's intery; 1," Lin CLAIRE WILLIAMS, Marled woman, Jerry is for Put now night and they drive to a road house. The same oven
"ileht Cap ing Joan goes to the exclusive Club", with Ste. 1ob and Įtarbarn are there. Jim drinks heavily, neglecting Joan.
road house in Jerry's car, collida with an- other automak(ie,
.
CHAPTER XVIII
On a small white card in a hon- pital cabinet appeared the name, "Waring, Patricia. Automobile ac- eldent." Other facts were revond- ed briefly,'
comic Pat's voice, groping. She tried to concentrate. "Jerry would drive fast. I told him-"
to
a
"Bob, you didn't let de know how much you cared for this girl. You are pretty far gone, aren't you?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Why afraid?" his father por- sisted.
"You see, Dad, I was pretty sure about her. I thought she was the loveliest. the dearest"
"But now you aren't so auro? What's wrong aon?"
"It's hard to explain. Sometimes cr. This strange room wails glass against her lips. "Drink steady. He had let Joan go home she does unexpected things that neat white dresser, white
with bottles of this," she said kindly. "You'll with Jim, knowing Jim was drunk, hurt. And sometimes she's so and white table
If Joan was hurt--!
darned sweet! The first time I saw medicine and a roll of gauze. feel better. in a little while."
But it was not Joan. Tho laugh-her I wanted to run off with her Joan was sitting near a window Joan wiping the tears from her,
His father shook his head. "No The now accident case was ly-looking out. Pat thought her sis-own face, saw the stricken eyes ing, merry face of Pat leaped out Sometimes I wish I had."
closing, and watched peace allp at him from the printed page. Pat ing in a amall, darkened room, ter looked very weary and end.
ping like a calm maak over Pat's was pictured, dressed in a fluffy good settling things that way. eyes closed. listening vaguely to
white frock. Probably a commence- They don't stay settled." tortured face, an unfamiliar voice.
ment frock,
"Ghastly accident," Bob said af-
"I'm glad the poor. ter a moment.
"You needn't worry at all," the voice said. "She's coming out nicely. We gave her ether when the gash was sewed 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
Pat closed her eyes and then suddenly memory came flooding back. Tears slipped from under her lashes and rolled down white checks.
her
Pat's
"Oh, Pat, dearest, don't!" "He's dead, Joan. I remember now. They said the girl sure is poor fellow' lucky, but that The last words brought back Jerry's dead, Joan, and I'm living. harror. blackness, and the mem- And it was all my fault!" ory of other volees, "She was hysterical voice rose.
whole certainly lucky
Joan's arms were around the thing is in splinters and hardly ashiken figure, holding Pat close. must bo scratch on her. but that poor "Don't, darling. You fellow
quiet. It wasn't your fault. You The smell of buralak wood, couldn't have prevented it." merging into a stinging medicinal "Then he la dead," Pat began Con- tour. "Just a little more ether brokenly. "Oh, my God!"
there.
Then the buzvulsive emotion swept her again zing. grating sound. Voices roar-while she clung to Joan. ing above her. Then darkness. "It was all my fault, Joan. He
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Bob could not sleep. He had flung himself into bed around two o'clock, feeling that he was de- Anitely through. Any girl who around could continue to play with a weak idiot ko Jim War- field wasn't worth worrying about. That was all. Now that everything was settled, he would go to sleep and forget her. Forget how her alim, young farm had yielded to his arms during that waliz, 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 alde, staring at the ceiling 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 Jonn. Eight- thirty would be all right. It seem ed impossible to wait longer. Ho would ask her to see him later in order to talk things over.
Once this decision was made, he felt better. Light-hearted. He was
Bob did not reply. It had been difcult trying to describe Joan's (Continued on Page 11
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