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THE HONGKONG TELEGRAPH.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1934.

Forgotten Sweetheart ↳ MARY RAYMOND

DEGIN HERS TO-DAY

by

Pat's Inahes Buttored, her eyes, was angry with me. If we had whistling softly when he turned on, kid was not seriously hurt." He Boll WESTON, 201 of millestre, opened wonderingly.

wich - a comes to Memphie la connection textile plant under construction for bla father'a company. Bob and JOAN WARING fall in love with each other but BARBARA COURTNEY, society airt, schemes to take hly Away From Jonn la invited to

"Pat, darling!"

It was Joan bending above her, stooping to kiss hor. And Mrs. Waring. "My own little girl, my poor little girl!" Mother, tired her reddened eyes, house party at which Rob is also iincs about Misunderriandings pile up between Joan and kissing hor, too. Job. Finally, sure that he no longer enrou to Memphis with FIM for her she returas WARFIELD, also at the darty.

Through farbara, Joan

And there was Bill. "Well, old girl, you're coming along fine!" Bill grully kind, his voice queer and unnatural.

PAT WARINO,, dhe Younger sister, Infatuated with JEROME FORRESTER, on of her employer. Jon learn fro her molber that J'ai has been going to parties "We had an accident, Jorry and where there is a good deal of drlaking.

Pat is becoming unseker over Jerry's Intare:1," tot Ел CLAIRE WILLIAMS, A married

came Pat's voice, groping. woman. Jerry calle for Fat one night and She tried to concentrate. "Jerry they drive to a rond line. The same even would drive fast. I told him Ing Town goes to be exclusive "Night Cap

"Yea, darling. You mustn't talk Club" with Jl. Bob, and Tarbers are there.

The doctor wants you to bo Jim drinks, beavily, neglecting Joan.

quiet. Try to sleep."

Pat and Jerry, spoeding home from the road house in Jurry's ear, collide with an other matemobile,

CHAPTER XVIII

now.

stayed

his bath. He should have talked ant down, reached for a cigarette, "It might have happened any-to Joan before. Laid the cards on pulled it a moment and ground It against an ash tray. Then almost way, Pat. You must bellove that." the table...

But Pat couldn't believe it. "Good morning, Bob," his father immediately he Hit another. Her bright head, a mass of fan-aald as Bob entered the living room

to of the suite. "You seem pretty His father, noting the betray- gled hair, moved from side

"You thought it side on the white pillow. Now and spry for a young man who hasn't ing signs, said: sloop," The elder was the sister," then a moan escaped her parched had much

Weston laid the morning newspaper "Yes," Bob answered. "The fel- pr.

on his lap as he spoke.

low sho was with last night had been drinking,”

"Oh, Joan. I want to die! Why didn't they let me die? I can't bear to live, knowing I killed Jerry,"

to

Bob grinned. Wouldn't the old chap be surprised to know bo hadn't slept at all!

"Attractive-looking girl you were talking to yesterday afternoon. Is she the one you wrote me about!" Bob'reddened. Sly old fox! Ddd was clever.

"Yes, that was Joan Waring." "I was wondering if she might be related to the girl in this auto- What accident?" The hand he

Hush, dear. You weren't blame. Jerry was driving like a madman, they Bald. It was a miracle you both weren't killed."

over Over and

the pitiful, broken volce, "Oh, Joan, if I had live Pat closed her eyes wearily, died too. I can't bear to She felt too tired to talk, too now!" tired to think. When she awak- A nurse in a crisp white uni-mobile accident-7" ened again the room was bright-form camo quietly into the room,

A stretched out for the paper was un- with Its lifted Pat's head and placed On a small white card in a hos-er.. This strange room

walls glase against her lips. "Drink steady. He had let Joan go home pital cabinet appeared the name, neat white dresser, white "Waring, Patricia. Automobile ac-and white table with bottles of this," she said kindly. "You'll with Jim, knowing Jim was drunk.

If Joan was hurt! cident." Other facts were record-medicine and roll of gauze. feel better in a little while."

Joan wiping the tears from her ed brielly,

Jonn was sitting near a window The new accident ense was ly-looking out. Pat thought her als own face, saw the stricken eyes closing and watched pesce slip ing in n soll, durkened room, ter looked very weary and sad

ping like a calm minak over Pat's eyes cloned, listening vaguely to an unfamiliar voice.

tortured face.

"You needn't worry at all," the vojce Bald. "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 sonic bad bruises, she's perfectly all' right She was certainly lucky."

ory

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Pat closed her eyes and then suddenly memory came flooding. back. Tears slipped from under her lashes and rolled down white' cheeks.

Hor

fellow

"Oh, Pat, donreat, don't!" "He's dead, Joan. I remember now. They said the girl sure is lucky, but that poor The last words brought back Jerry's doad, Joan, and I'm living. horror, blackness, and the mem- And it was all my fault!" Pat'a

of other voices, "She was hysterical voice rose, certainly lucky

the whole Joan's arms were around the thing is in splinters and hardly a shaken Aguro, holding Fat close. scratch on her. but that poor "Don't, darling. You must be fellow.

quiet. It wasn't your fault. You The smell of burning wood, couldn't have prevented it." merging into a stinging medicinni! "Then he is dead," Pat began odour. "Just a little more ether brokenly. "Oh, my God!" Con-

+ there.

Then the buz-vulsive emotion swept her again zing, grating sound. Voices roar while she clung to Joan.

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ing above her. Then darkness. "It was all my fault, Joan.

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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 idiot like 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 form had yielded to his arms during that waltz, forget her funny little smile, the smoky blue eyes and cloudy hair.

he

But, despite his resolutions, refused to come and sleep tossed from side to side, 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 Jaan. 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. He was

But it was not Joan. The laugh ing, merry face of Pat leaped out at him from the printed page. Pat was pletured, drcased in a flufty white frock. Probably a commence- ment frock.

"Bob, you didn't let me linow 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 sure?'. What's wrong son?"

"It's hard to explain. Sometimes she does unexpected things that hurt. And sometimes she's so darned sweet! The first time I saw her I wanted to run of with her Sometimes I wish I had."

His father shook his head. "No way. good settling things that They don't stay settled."

Bob did not reply. It had been "Ghastly accident," Bob said af-difficult trying to describe Joan's

"I'm glad the poor (Continued on Page 11.) ter a moment,

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