Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-06-10
HIS BROTHERS WIFE
BY RUBY NJ. AYRES
CHAPTER X
The discriminating Photograp

! ~ RETHERTON took the photograph from
- aside, bending nearer to the light
There was little silence; after mo-
ment he looked around. $50 that's Nigels
wife," he said quietly.
eyes" Fisher bending over the
paper-strewn desk. acknowledging girl, in
way" he went on casually. And out for
all she could get, l imagine" He glanced
up alphabetically. "You asked my opinion,
didn't you?" he submitted.
Certainly L did; thanks very much. May
I keep this, or do you want it?''
Keep it by all means"
Bretherton put the unmounted photograph
! in his pocket, and sat down in one of the
big chairs by the fire; there was a little
! furrow between his brows.
did you ever go to my brothers flat?"
he asked presently.
mo He asked me- but I don't fancy his
wife would have been any too pleased if
| I'd taken advantage of the invitation, so l
! never went. Mrs. Nigel has had friend
| living there with her for some time now, I
believe-snce the war broke out
"a friend?"
eyes; I never met her, but Nigel told me
when he came to say good-by, poor lad
| that his wife had made arrangements for a
! friend to stay with her during his absence"
"a friend of his, also?"
81 believe so; in fact, know that 1t was.
was her name, Observation-Disclosures
Miss Furnival He gave me to understand
that he had known her before her mar
riage"
II see" There little pause. and
this lady-this Miss Furncal, is at the flat
still with my brothers wife,"
''I believe So but I can not positively say
[ called once, just after we heard of poor
Ngels death, but there was nobody at home
and one does not like to intrude, so | have
left things for you to see to-"
He drew up chair close to Dav1d's and
looked at him affectonately.
cts good to see you again." he said.
'Im glad to be home, too; there's no
place like England, after ALL say what you
like. I'm going to settle at Red Grange
now"
Good! Nothing could please better
David you'll be wanting a wife,
Bretherton laughed.
81! Good Lord, what next? I'm born
bachelor. No. ia always thought Nigel
and his sons should have the old place, and
now he's gone" He broke off heavily with
an overwhelming realization of all that his
brothers death really meant. Neither spoke
for a few moments, then Bretherton reused
himself with a half sigh.
'What am I to do with Nigeps widow"
he asked, rather constrainedly. I'D ask her
to come and keep house for me at the Red
Grange if I thought she'd accept, but"
Fisher laughed rather scornfully.
ooh, she'd accept right enough; nothing
would suit her better. She was always try
ing to get Nigel to ask you to allow them
to live there; she fanced herself as sort
of Lady Bountiful, I can tell you. Don't
suggest it, David, don't ask her. 1t will
only be making rod for your back"
"You think so?"
''Im sure of It, She's not the sort Of
woman you could ever tolerate about the
old Mace; she's-well, she's vugar-she'd
jar on you-the way she dresses, the way
she talks. She smokes cigarettes
Bretherton made little gesture of dis
| gust.
"She does hundred and one little
! things like that" Fisher went on. Harm
less things in themselves, but they go
against the grain all the same. Besides,
you couldn't possibly have her down at
Red Grange without some sort Of chap
eron.i
you're forgetting Aunt Florence, she'll
come back, of course, if I go. She's part
of the old place; I couldn't imagine it
without her. You remember her? She
| looked after when youngsters" "
"You mean Miss Varney? OF course I
remember her"
"she was my mothers sister, you know"
David sat forward little, staring into
the fire and frowning.
| ''Nigels wife would be all right there
with Aunt Florence" he said again, hest
tatingly. I'm sorry for the girl, Monty,
in spite Of what you say. 1 feel that 1
have sort of duty to her"
"Do the right thing by all means, but
don't let her think that you're going to
make tremendous fuss. She's perfectly
capable of looking after herself; she'll
marry again, as I said before. Make her
small allowance-say a couple of hun
dred year.
"I'll think it over"
Fishers sister Joined them again. and
they talked ordinary topics till strik-
! ing clock warned them that it was past
midnight Dora rose.
We've all lost our beauty sleep" she
said, laughing and gIancing at David. I'm
! going to bed. David you're not going to
run away from us first thing tomorrow"
II am afraid I must. I ought to have
! gone to the Red Grange tonight, there is so
! much to see to- but 1 hope we shall see
! great deal of each other in the future. You
must come down and stay with me, Monty,
land bring Dora
I Il should love to come"
! Dora was delighted at the idea she had
once seen Red Grange and never forgotten
! it. Already she was wondering if perhaps
/ some day she might not make it her per-
/ manent home. David Bretherton was rich
and somebody, and she had always liked
him.
| Continued Thursday. Renew your sub.
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