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Never Go Back

This thought, and 10, Love like that didn't ・ diě, "NEVER go back!"

this maxim depressed Nigel. It couldn't be crushed out by a single provoked a feeling of terror, of utter, incident. This thought was reassur- bleak hopelessness. It frightened ing. To him, yes. But Ruth-did Ruth him, because he realised it's truth. feel that way too?

Never go back! What was done was done, and so be it. The past could never be recalled. It was always thus. A reliving of an incident or an event was never the same.

he

In

His heart increased its beat as swung into Hill street. There was a light in the window of his home. the living-room window. He could see Ruth sitting near the table. She was reading. No, she was staring into the open fire. She seemed a pathetic little figure.

Nigel thought of Ruth. She would have read his letter by now. She would know that he had left her for good. Nigel let himself in with his latch- She would have begun to readjust and key. He closed the door noisily. He reorganise her life, accommodating it didn't want to startle her by appearing to his absence. She would be deter suddenly in the living-room without mined to get the most out of living warning. without him. Ruth was like that.

He came to the door of the living- No sense in wishing they had never room. She had turned in her chair. quarrelled. No use in regretting his Her eyes were wide with doubt and outburst of temper, his cold, quiet fear and hope.

stubbornness. No point in even re- "Nigell" she cried and ran toward calling, remorsefully, the hour he had him. He opened his arms and she flew spent after leaving her, at his club, into them. ""Oh, I knew you'd come composing the letter in which, with back! Only-only I was afraid ". martyr-like air, he had pointed out "My dear! My dear!" He held her the hopelessness of their going on to- tight. Then suddenly his body gether. He had returned to the ed. Over her shoulder he saw a corn- house. She was across the way, at er of the letter. It had fallen down He the Farmouths', attending a bridge. between the books on the table.

By Stanley Cordell

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That was like. Ruth, too. Grim. More remembered laying it atop them. Hope stubborn, than he. Determined to keep surged through his blood.

**

"Darling, what is it? A letter? Was my name written on it?”

He released himself gently and went up appearances, no matter what.

He had stood outside a moment, wat to the table. He picked up the letter. ching her through the window, know- And, then his heart. thumped. It had ing even then the first pangs of re- not been opened! It was still sealed! He held it tightly," walked to the morse. But anger, injured pride, were still hot in his veins. He had gone fireplace, threw it into the flames and into the house, left the letter on the watched it being consumed.is living-room table, thung things into his bag, left..

He placed a hand on either of her And now sitting alone in a bleak hotel room in this far-away city, rain shoulders. He looked deep into her heating against the window this place eyes. He smiled happily. To late where he had hoped to spend a week now. It's gone. It can't be recalled. to never any going back There's in luxurious relaxation, the pangs of regret and remorse were

torturing things like that.”

She frowned, seemed about to speak, his soul. He was to blame. Of course then smiled and snuggled close to him. he was. Everything that happened I understand, darling We have each was his fault. The happiness that

they had, shared together more than other. Let's never leave it so we'll offset the quarrels resulting from their never want to go back to it." And stubbornness.

But it was too late now. There was never going back. You couldn't claim those, happinesses,

she thought. happily. "He didn't no- ticet He didn't notice that it had been opened and resealed. Oh, if he had, Not after could we ever have gone back,"

*(Copyright, 1938, By The Associated what had happened. Oh, he might re- Newspapers),,

́turn and ask forgiveness and be re- ceived, but it wouldn't be the same. There would shways be that harrier be-

tween them.Like an ugly, black CHEUNG CHAU

cloud. Hovering, Threatening. Crush--

Nigel got up and paced the floor. ANNOYED BY

Like a caged animal. He glared out at the rain. He sat down and smoked through two cigaretten. Thinking. Thinking. Groping for away, for a means:

Then suddenly he stood up. There

was a way. There must be a way. He

CHOLERA REPORT

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