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THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH. MONDAY, FEBRUARY

.1934.

Forgotten Sweetheart ↳ MARY RAYMOND

by

CHAPTER L

comfortably, reaching for a maga-Amazement in bor oyes. "I think,grapher in the office next to ours,

you are perfectly outrageous.”

to

"Or course. But it seemed to be the only way, if I were over see you again."

"Well, you won't!"

whof!!

The young man with the grayzine. eyes, clean-cut profile and wall-knit At the end of the half hour he shoulders passed the pretty girl in gave it up because he realized that Puliman 20 again.

not one word was registering. He Funny now Boo could still be was simply mooning over an un- reading the same magazino so approachable young woman, woll, no darned enthusiastically, looked as though she could be Ile would have been cheered if he friendly and understanding and yet had known that the girl occupying had maintained that consistent the Puilman two scata in front of aloofness throughout two trying, him was aware that he had passed yet strangely interesting days. to and from the observation car exactly two dozen times since they left Washington and that almost as many times she had stifled the impulse to follow.

It was plain that the observa- tion car

was interesting to the young man and just as plain that his interest was short-lived, once

ho reached it.

The porter had stopped and was gathering up his bags. "Coming into Memphis, bons."

"On time, are we?" "Yessuh, we're right on time." Robert Weston reached for his felt hat and overcoat, swung his scarf about his neck and moved to ward the entrance. He stopped thero auddenly as the girl behind him came near.

"Restless," Joan Waring decided, "and spoiled. Likes his way and

"I beg your pardon." generally gets it. If there were Chicore. It had been a silly ruse, the slightest excuse, he'd be start-blocking the way. Probably she ing something right now '

suspected but it had worked.

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"Then I'll use the knocker." The girl raised her eyes to his, regarding him coolly. She spoke slowly: "I think you are the most absurd person I ever met and the most conculted to think that I

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Joan

laughed. "Mother, matchmaker! Are you trying to niarry me off already 7"

"Mother, you're thinner." nus black hair, but her eyea are "Now, dear, you're not to worry

me! I'm feeling flue. brown. Say, what size do you about think this town is anyway? Now, Mrs. Waring added irrelevantly, at Princeton if you wanted to find."Dick's changed, too, and getting La Joan it would be a simple matter. along fine. He's home to serve his "Oh, yes. I'll ring every door-A dozen fellows could help you. Interneship.""" bell in Memphis until I find you." But really, Bob, I've grown serious

"Ours doesn't ring."

and gray in the three years since wo were at school and that sort of

It had been almost four years thing in rather out of my line

since Joan had seen Dick Thorn- now."

"Don't be a darn fool. This la ton. He had probably changed a no heavy date. This is a real lot. Dick had carried her books girl."

when they attended Bruce school. "Oh, I see," his friend's eyes Junior high days had separated, tho Thornton's had Her velce broke. She turned twinkled. "Well, in

caso,them when and walked swiftly toward the maybe we could do something about moved out to a suburban section. But most afternoons and evon- were shining. it. Sure she lives in Memphis? stair. Her cyca

you Inga he could be found at the War- Might be passing through,

ing home. Dick was a staid senior know."

when Joan entered Central high, re-but not too dignified and important to carry her books again, to watch her progress proudly and guard her at football games from encroaching masculine glances. Througout the It would be two years at Miss Barrington's it nice to see Dick again. Dear de had been the same. voted Dick! But it would not be especially exciting. There was nothing really very exciting about Dick.

A girl with blond hair, a big chap and a delicato looking youngster were coming to meet her.

"Joan!" It was a chorus from the newcomers,

"Pat, Bill, Benny!"

The blond girl was kissing her. so her name was Joan! He was

Weston! Well, what do you know about this? What are you doing in Memphis?"

"Duke Turner!"

They shook hands.

Ehe smiled into her magazino He moved aside, "Sorry." He following, not too closely, when a just as the occupant of Pullman said it abruptly, at loss to seize op- voice hailed him: "HI, there, Bob 24 awung through the couch again,portunity now that it was pre- He noted the amile and checked it sented to him. Others had preased up against her. Likes silly stories. Into the narrow passage and for Bho didn't, why in heaven's a moment the girl was very close to name had she sat for two days him. with her particularly pretty noso He watched her later as she la a magazine and those particu- selected her bag from the mis- larly lovely eyes upon it, refusing cellaneous assortment outside, tip- to meet his eyes once in a while?ped the porter and followed in the

What could you do in n rast wake of the red cap. Having! Uke this? Evidently his education identified his had been neglected for it provided no ways of meeting such a situa- tion except the time-worn ones 'which would, he felt, not work

with this type of girl.

He grinned as to thought of the old methods such as, "I'm out of matches. Stupid of me, but if you" That procodure had conte in after the old handkerchief plan died of old age and abuse

neared the gate.

"I beg your pardon. Did you drop your handkerchief?"

want to sce~~**

"Her luggage was marked J. W Memphis. Bealdes a flock of lativos met her."

Ten minutes later Bob was stand ing before window in his hotel room staring out. But he was not thinking of the panorama spread below-the symphony of smoke and lights and buildings.

She had spirit, that girl. He lked that, too.

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Duke was thinking, too, as he guided his coupo through trafic "Last person In the world along Union. This Joan. Well,

Joan stirred, stretched slim, ever expected to see! Say, Bob, if ahe knew what a break she had where're you stopping? Can't I almost had! To think that Robert strong arms over her head, and Weston, heir to the Weston for-thon bounded into a sitting posi put you up

"Thanks, no, I have a room at tune and one of New York's most tion. Gracious; it must be 7

Tho own luggage, he the hotel. But I'd like to be with eligible young bachelors, was ravo'clock !

next moment she

the comfort hurried after her, his long strides you to-morrow. Say, Dake, wait ang like a lunatic and threatening bringing him close again as she minute, will you? There's a girl I to turn the little old city upside snuggling under

down looking for a girl named luxuriously. Enay to forget she Joan 1

wasn't at. Holbrook Hall with an early morning pupil conch. Easy to forget she was at home. To-morrow it would seem less strange, perhaps, to be away from rush of all the excitement-the things that were somehow Bo or- "You were just a little girl," dered, and to be back home net-

She thing into old grooves again, said Mrs. Waring tenderly. was thinking that Joan had chan Everything was so exactly the ged in the year since her last visit same here at home. The maho- at home: There was an air of res- gany desk stood in the same cor- ponsibility about her. It showed ner, less orderly than it should be, in her dark eyes, in the set of the with Pat's writing materials scat- jalim young shoulders and in pre-tered over it and stacks or old let- occupied little tuck that appeared ters exposed. The chiffonier which now in her smooth forehead as she Joan and Pat had shared since

(Continued on l'age 10.) met her mother's eyes.

"I did not."

"Well, of course." Grinning. Bob'scanned the motor cars mov- ing away from the curb, but the She whirled, resentment in her quartet he sought had disappeared. "Anything important,' asked eyes and In her voice.

Duke, his eyes on Bob's sober face. "Well, rather, Duke, do you know a girl named Joan?"

"Yes, of course." "That makes it all right. You would know her "

"Dumbbell I know ↑ dozen Joans in Memphis. Well, at least a half dozen. Joan Baker, Joan Richardson”

"I hope you don't think-" "It isn't necessary when things are so obvious."

Some of the fellows at school had kept a regular supply of girls'

Then, as her eyes fell on the handkerchiefs which often paved handkerchief in his hand, her tone the way to a number of interesting changed. "Oh," she said in con- adventures. The match idea pro-fusion. "It is minel How in the bably had been outmoded too while world-?"

sure he was thinking that she had invited this, resorted to the old trick,

ho was grinding away at Boston Colour flew to her face. She was Tech. Anyway, it wouldn't work. Not with this self-assured young woman who was so outrageously lovely, devastatingly different, and distractingly sweet with her gray blue eyes, straight little nose and her dark hair.

But, with all the glamour, thero was something sensible and genuina

Sho reached for the handker- chief, and then laughed suddenly,

"You were silly," Bob said easily, falling into step. His eyes teased.

"Surely," he went on, "a young! woman with so much worldly ex- and matter-of-fact about her. Io perience as you have evidently had could like this girl. He know it.-keeping your head when all about Funny, now you could know things you men are losing theirs, as like that.

Just what would happen, he won- dered, if he should walk up to her and say something like this-which, the way, would be the exact uth:

Kipling would say--"

Is all that extravagant speech necessary?"

"What I mean," Bob ignored the remark. "B. that you should be ablo to distinguish between the "We'll bo in Memphis Boon-a kind of men who wouldn't try to city, I understand, of several hun moot-n-nice-girl-except-through dred thousand souls. I am afraid conventional channels and-" that when you get off this train, "Are there men like that?" ** I'll never see you again and I want His eyes glinted with humour.

to tremendously. So I am taking but he concluded firmly, "And the this extraordinary way of meeting type who would resort to masher

you. It happens to be, the first methods." timo I've been such a darned idiot

They were in the lobby now

and opened a conversation with and the girl lifted her eyes to his girl,"

frankly.

But, with all the glamour there "Well as a matter-of-fact I Maybe she would light adidn't think you were that kind. cigarette, blow a smoke ring, and It was rather a disappointment to say companionably: "Sit down and believe you might be for a moment. let's talk it over."

But It is my handkerchief and so I'm sorry I was rude-"

But no that would be just the thing she wouldn't do. She would

"Don't apologize," said Bob. probably think he was trying to "You sco I don't deserve such concoct one of those silly affairs kindness. I took your handker which had always disgusted him, chief from you as you were leaving His face grew red at the thought the train." and he settled into his Buat more

"You took my handkerchief!"

"She has gorgeous dark hair and wonderful blue eyes."

"Umn. Joan Smith, the steno-

Joan nt that moment was on- veloped in her mother's arms.

"Darling, you're grown up!" "I was grown before I went away."

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