Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-06-26
HIS BROTHERS WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER XIX
The New Clerk

ii Il must be going; I've got new clerk
H. coming this morning, and l want to be
there early to put him through his PAGES.
Beastly nuisance Smithson having gone to
the war"
why, you said you thought it was right
of him to co.
81 do think so, but It's nuisance all the
| same"
She laughed carelessly.
II always try to forget there is a war, ;
she said candidly. "That's why don't reat
the PROFESSIONALLY lists and things like
! that make me feel sick. War ought not tc
be allowed
Monty made no answer; he had heard the
same old argument many times. He
went out of the room for his hat and coat.
The war was a very real thing to him;
he would have been of the first to vol
unteer but for the girl in the room behind
him.
She was so fond of frocks and luxury. 1t
would be a fine thing for them both if she
did really marry old David; there would be
no need then to look at every sovereign be-
fore it was spent She could adorn her
beautiful body with furs, and all the rich
things her rather shallow soul coveted.
Doras sudden confession had put all
thoughts of Nigel's widow out Of Monty
when he reached the office.
1t was a mistake; he was sure 1t would
prove to be a mistake.
He wished David would be guided by him
in this matter, even while he was perfectly
certain that David would not.
He was still absently signing the pile of
letters his desk when he suddenly re-
membered the new clerk who was to have
appeared that morning; he rang bell at his
elbow
After moment the door opened, and
young man walked into the room.
"Ah-gOOd morning, Eyans!" said Fisher
Good morning, sir! Young Evans spoke
in a very pleasant voice; he looked well
groomed and brisk.
Fisher made some remarks, about hoping
he would settle down and do good work; he
gave him pile of papers to go through
which needed sorting and fling. AS the
young man turned to go, he called him back.
'Just ask Miss Adams to bring me those
papers gave her this morning. She'll
know-NIr. Nigel Bretherton's, I mean"
Eyes, sir"
''Nigel Bretherton!" Young Evans repeat
ed the name to himself as he walked away
down the passage. Nigel Bretherton! Where
had he heard the name before? 1t was only
when he had delivered Fishers message to
the typist and returned to his own desk, that
remembrance came to him. y
1t was the name Mary Furnival had given
news of the lost Multane for her.
Mrs. Nigel Bretherton." That was what
she had said when he asked the name of the
friend whom she feared was drowned. She
had corrected herself Immediately to Mrs.
Robert Durham" but he could distinctly re-
member them both.
After all, it was nothing more than
coincidence, but one which Interested him.
Later in the day he spoke to Miss Adams
about it.
Miss Adams was Fishers secretary and
typist, a clear-headed, capable girl, who had
already cast rather admiring chances at
young Evans.
She answered his question readily; she
liked to show him that she knew a great
deal about her employers affairs.
nigel Bretherton? Oh he was the young
brother of our chief client. Got killed at the
front six weeks ago. We had all his affairs
to set straight"
She spoke with proprietary interest, and
was disappointed that Evans did not seem
particularly impressed.
Married MANI" he asked casually.
ooh, yes"
Hard luck on his widow"
eyes. She's only one of hundreds though.
isn't she? And l dare say she'll marry
again; she's awfully pretty. She came here
once with him just after they were mar
red."
lawfully pretty" Young Evans looked in
terested. where is she now" he asked.
The girl laughed.
''You seem Interested" she said, with
slight toss of her head. "Shes in London,
suppose-they have fiat somewhere. No,
don't know where"
She bent over her work. and Evans said
no more.
But his interest in the coincidence re-
NAMED, more especially as only that morning
he had received letter from Mary Furnival,
thanking him for his kindness to her, and
telling him that she was leaving the fiat
and going to live with friends.
g. I don't suppose we shall ever
meet again." she wrote. But I shall never
forget you, and how kind you were to me
when | was in such trouble. E"
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