New Britain herald., 1924-05-05

told to be on her best behaviour" hs said.
 She colored faintly.
 Do I? I've never been to a party
 "Really?"
 He looked amazed.
 "Yes. really. Yeu see, I've always been poor-always had to work for my living, until-'
 Until you married Nigel"--he finiehed for her.
 She said nothing. During the last few minutes she had forgotten her deception, forgotten everything but the enjoyment of this ride. Now memory came surging back to her like an engulfing tide. l have often wished, since I came home, that I'd done more for him" David went on. There was such a heap of money lying idle; I'm afraid was mean with him."
 Gle used to say how generous you were. He always spoke as if he thought the world of you"
 David sat in moody silence. He hardly spoke again till they were back once more at the Red Grange.
 He got down from the wheel, and, turntng, held his hand to Mary.
 You look all the better for your drive" he said. There is quite a color on your cheeks. I've enjoyed it, too. It isn't often feel like tea, but must say do today"
 He followed her into the house.
 Have you got any tea for ue Amt Isiaraana Tla ,,ll ~irnA ...,aAl. =. his head round the drawing g-room door. 1We're ss hungry as hunters"
 He turned to look at Mary, but she had gone. He went quickly forward into the room.
 By the wey," he said, with appar- ent carelessness, to Miss yarney, don't write to Fisher just at present. We'll wait a while, till Mary has got more used to us. She won't be wanting strangers here yet"
 I've just written, David"
 David drowned.
 Well, tear the letter up. I've changed my mind; we'll ask them later."
 Tvery well, dear"
 Miss varney answered resignedly, but her eyes, behind their glasses, looked anxiously once or twice at David.
 There was sort of youthfulness about him this afternoon that she could remember having noticed be- fore. She asked an apparently ir- relevant question:
 And do you think you will like Mary being here?"
 "Why?"
 He did not look at her as he an- swered her query with the little monosyllable.
 T was only wondering" said Miss varney. Tt will make a great dif- ference in our lives, you know, David. We've always been so quiet, just we two together"
 David looked down into the heart of the fire.
 "Yes," he said presently--almost wonderingly--''it certainly will make great difference in our lives"
 CHAPTER xxx
 A Puzzle
 Henry Evans thought a great deal about Mary during the days that fol- lowed that goodby at her fiat, and the 1 more he thought of her, the more | puzzled and interested he grew.
 She had told him in the first place l that her name was Mary Furnival, al- l though with his own eyes he had af- l forwards seen that the label on her l luggage was addressed Mrs. Nigel l 
 Young Evans had an exceedingly l good memory, and he remembered | perfectly well that> Mrs. Nigel Breth- | erton was the name she had first 1 given him by which to inquire at the ! shipping offices for the friend who had been drowned in the Multane.
 The whole thing was very perplex- ing.
 When the opportunity arose he | questioned Miss Adams. the typist, | about the Brethertons. She had | grown very friendly with him lately; l sometimes he walked part of the way home with her after office hours, and once he had taken her out to tea. The Brethertons are quite big pots, | you know" she said one day, when Evans had skillfully guided the con- versation round to them. They've got a fine place down in the country | called Red Grange. Mir. Fisher often | goes there. He and David Brother ton-that's the eldest son--are great chums; they do say that some day Miss Fisher will be Mrs. David"
 As a matter of fact she had never heard such a thing suggested, but she had put two and two together out of the little she had seen in the offfce. and had made a vefy shrewd four out of 1t.
 s'Trereis no heir, now Mir. Nigel is dead" she explained, with the air of one who is entrusted with family seereets. He never had any chill iren. you know. I wonder how she likes living down at the Red Grange, by the way7"
 "who?"
 "why, Mrs Nigel. Shes gone 10 i've there. you know. saw the let Ters Mr. Fisher wrote about settle