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THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH. MONDAY, FEBRUARY 19,

1934.

FEBRUARY

19th to 28th

Jorgotten Sweetheart 4, MADY REMOND SPOR THE RACES

BEGIN HEUE TO-DAY

10D WESTON, son of a millionaire, as fallen in love with JOAN WARING, Pretty Memphis girl. fioli has come su kempnie in connection with his father's new textile placit. He first now Jon on a trels when The was muurning from college because of her family's Gancia diculties,

BAHUARA COURTNEY, society girl,

scheming to win lob away from Joan.

Pat. Jon's younger alater. is infatuated with JERRY FORRESTER, non of her employer, Mits. WARING L hopeful that her two daughter with marry well and one the drudgery that bus teen her fut..

Barbar invited to a house party and persunis. Hol to come, too, who arranges in have Joan invited. Joan and Bob arrive At the house party. The others for horseback ride but Joan's who has no riding clothes, remains at the house. She meets WARFIELD, attractive and indolent. He ikals Joan, ares through Barbara's pretence

Juan, Jious of Bob's attentions to Barbers, plays into the other girl's hands by accepting Jim's Invitation to drive in a barbecue supper

with him. The ofends Heb.

Now go on with the Story

CHAPTER XII

doliberately ditched you for a man this wall of constraint growing up eyes on Joan I knew she was the Joan again with you or anybody. she lind just met..

between them.

that

type who wouldn't flirt openly but It's sheer Idiocy to think was not nearly as naive as you abo-." There he was, off again. "Bob, please help me with these

Barbara, slumped down in the thought she was. Oh, Bob, do you He stopped. pintes!" called Barbara. Jim War-

Barbara said in a low voice, "You field thought she was like a rest-roadster, her head companionably hate mot"

"Of course not," Bob said rough- less little cat; her bright, alert close to Bob's shoulder, was talking

animatedly. "I do love

house ly. But you're wrong about Joan. are crazy about her, aren't you?" oyes travelling from Joan to Bob.

parties, don't you, Bob? They are She's not that kind at all, Barbara. She did not pause for his answer, "Here we are, Jonn," said Jim,

so informal. You get to know what If you think she and Jim Warfield but continued, "I can't help being planned to stay there alone you norry, Bob. Don't ask me why. But people are really like.".

"What are you talking about?" were never more mistaken in your Pil try to believe she is all you say Bob asked. He had an idea that life. Why they hadn't even mot she is. I think she is terribly at- Barbara was driving at something until we got here! And besides tractive!" and he was suddenly unaccountably Jean Jen't like that." His volco irritated with her.

never

Kay.

It was a gay party, but Jóan was to remember it's Don and Jim pointed long sticks with their knives. The sticks work to be used by the guests to roast wieners. The crowd moved about and plates were being passed and re-filled. The fire died down and sprang into flame again as fresh wood was piled on. The say oury odour of the barbecued meat! was tempting:

Barbara answered easily, "About Jim."

rose,

"Oh, for goodness sake, don't get 80 excited!" Barbara said. "Per- hapa I-was wrong about it. Forgot what I said.'

Bob decided that was rather gen- erous, this frank acknowledgment of Joan's charms. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

"Oh," said Bob, relieved and a

Everybody slept lato next morn- little ashamed of his suspicions.

"When you first meet Jim he ap "I will," Bob said. And knew he ing, straggling down in relays to be served brolled ham, hot wallies with pears such a cynic, without rauch wouldn't. Always Joan would remember futerest in anybody or any thing,

Silence. Trees along the rural | drawn butter, eggs and coffee,

Later Joan joined a group for Barbara and Bob, sitting together, But he's really capable of a grand highway fasting by in orderly

game in which Barbara's caressing vofce, her hand passion. Anybody with eyes can sequence and occasionally the dark tennis. It was Kay and Don Trent led the way on Bob's arm.

see that.".

outline of. a cottage. Barbara she had always excelled. But Bob "You to the barbecue site. It was an

*Bob Somebody suggested old-fashion-

mean Joan," said

moved closer to Bob. Once she was not there to witness her gal- lant fight and triumph, climaxed open space hewed from the wooded ghost stories. Everybody tried harshly. land. Stumps of trees, like huddled to think of an old thriller.

"Yes," said Barbara. "Haven't sighed.

What's the matter," Bob asked by Jim's, "fist stuff you're the best girl player I've seen in a long black dwarfs, showed eerily In the Barbara called out once, "I'm you noticed?" Then, as he did not kindly. light from the big bonfire where just one big shiver! Hold myreply, she said gently; "don't think

"I'm afraid you're terribly angry time!". death, me a cat, Bob, but I hate to ace with me.”

The game had scarcely begun wieners were to be roasted. At one hand. I'm frightened to sido was the barbecue pit. A col-darling!"

someone care about being made

"Don't be an idiot, Barbara." He when Barbara, a spectator, decided oured man was turning the meat on "Need an excuse, Barbara," to look a fool."

added after a moment, "but let's she must rush off to Greenville Tor a long fork. Two tables were cov- drawled Jim.

(Continued on Page 11.) get this straight. I won't discuss ered with bowls of salad, huge "No, of course not," Barbara loaves of brend, paper plates, and

cups.

The individual tables the stumps have been arranged for two. Choose your partners," called Kay gally.

slipped her hand frankly into Bob's. Joan saw his hand close over Barbara's, just as he had clasped her own. What a fool she had been, fitting all the tender, thoughtful things he did into romantic pattern for herself!

And then someone said it was one o'clock, time to begin the drive back.

"What rubbish!" Bob anid hotly, "It isn't, Rob. What would you think if you knew the very first afternoon-while we were riding she and Jim were sitting off in thei garden? You can imagine how surprised I was when Carol told me, I thought she was really tired."

Bob drove allently but Barbara could see the stern set of his mouth' and chin. She smiled, satisfied. After a while she sighed.

Bob looked at Joan. She was standing not far away, her dark cont about her, her face a white blur. When the blaze sprang up fitfully her eyes showed like dark, Joan thought that was something "Of course I knew, Bob, that I deep pools. He was fighting an im- to be thankful for. It would have ran a terrible risk in telling you pulse to join her, to say, "Joan been unbearable to go inside the but I simply couldn't bear seeing let's go

over here." But you'd house and dance, to dance with you so gone on her. Girls know hardly say that to a girl who had | Bob, trying to reach him through ikings and the first time I laid.

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