New Britain herald., 1923-03-31

 clerk out for it; then we can talk"
 When you are in London. I never have Q moment free from anxiety" he complained.
 shrugged my shoulders
 T shall not trouble you much longer" ] promised, There Is an- other matter to be cleared up. though. In Marseilles was told that Janet Scale had drawn large sum of money from you"
 Tt is utterly false" the lawyer re- piled. "she has not even applied for penny"
 knew the truth then, Of course. Louisa was never one to brook a rival. felt a momentary compunc- ton when thought of Janet's terror Tn the cafe at Marseilles. After all, although we had ceased to care for one another, she had been faithful to me after her fashion. We heard that you were drowned at Marsrilles," my companion re- marked.
 Tt was narrow escape" ad- mitted. "Rimmington and Greyes were both over there, and they got on my track through Janet and Louisa I had luck that highland needed it."
 "Why don't you retire." the law yer suggested. leaning across the table. You have sufficient money and you are fond of the country Why not make full use of your won derful genius for disguise, choose some quiet spot and run no more rjsks?"
 "Thc matter is worth considering I admitted. There are few little affairs to straighten out first, though
 MT. Younghusband looked at me curiously; then he laid his forefinger upon the copy of the Times which he had been studying when entered the office.
 "You are interested in tomorrow's event, I suppose?"
 What event?" I inquired.
 The lawyer shrugged his shoulders I could see quite well that he did not believe in my ignorance.
 "The marriage of your old friend Norman Greyes."
 I stared across the table incredu- lously
 T have indeed, been living out of the world" I observed. Whom IS he marrying?"
 DO you mean to tell me that you do not know?" he demanded.
 "Of course I don't" I replied little irritably. You seem to forget where I have been for the last four months
 Norman Greyes is marrying the lady whom I have met as Mrs. stan field. She calls herself now Janet Soale.'
 That was, undoubtedly, one of the shocks of my life. I held out my hand for the Times and read the little announcement:
 "Good." I said. q shall attend the reception which I see is being gwen after the ceremony. It will be inter- esting to see Norman Greyes' taste Tn rearls. see that he is having his collection strung as wedding present for his wife
 If you do, you're madman,' the lawyer declared angrily.
 "Madmen for luck!" I replied.
 Janet Takes Up the Story:
 It was exactly two months after had left Marseilles when Norman Groves walked into my little sitting room in Smith street, Westminster where I was busy typing play for the agency which occasionally sent me work. Before l had got over my surprise at his coming, I felt his arms around me-and every atom or strength leaving my body. The most wonderful moment of my life had ar 'ived!"
 When will you marry me, Janet! ,e asked a little later on, when he lad set me back in my chair and eated himself by my side.
 Marry you?" gasped. How can ,ou talk of such things." simply because they have to be . alked about before they can be un- Iertaken," he replied. T look upon -ou as Michael's widow, but you have lever cared for him as you are going { o care for me-"
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