Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-07-22
HIS BROTHERS WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER xxx
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YENRY EVANS thought a great deal
| II about Mary during the days that fol-
- l. lowed that good-by at her flat, and the
more he thought of her, the more puzzled
and interested he grew
She had told him in the first place that
her name was Mary Furnival, although with
his own eyes he had afterwards seen the
label on her luggage was addressed Mrs.
Nigel Bretherton."
Young Evans had an exceedingly good
memory and he remembered perfectly well
that Mrs. Nigel Bretherton was the name
she had first 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 perplexing.
When tho opportunity arose he questioned
Miss Adams, the typist about the Brother
tons She had grown very friendly with
him lately; 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
skilfulIv guided the conversation round to
them "Theyve got fine place down in
the country called the Red Grange. Mr..
| Fisher often goes there. He and David
Observation-Disclosures the oldest son-are great
| chums; they do say that some day Miss
| Fisher will be Mrs David.
AS matter of fact she had never heard
such thing suggested, but she had put two
and two together out of the little she had
seen in the office, and had made a very
shrewd four out of it,
There's heir, Mr.. Nigel is dead
she explained, with the air of one who is
entrusted with family secrets. "He never
! had any children, you know. | wonder how
she likes living down at the Red Grange, by
the way"
'fWho?"
..Why, Mrs. Nigel She's gone to live
there, you know. I saw the letters Mr..
Fisher wrote about settlements; that's how
I know A bit of change for her, should
think"
Evans opened his lips, and then closed
! them again determinedly
Didn't you say she was very pretty?" he
asked presently.
| "Yes-auburn hair!" Evans echoed in
amazement "Why--" He broke off, IT
don't care about auburn hair he finished
| lamely
Miss Adams shifted.
"You've got no taste, then"
But Evans did not answer. He felt lit
tie thrill of excitement. Mary had not had
auburn hair he remembered every detail
of her sweet face and coloring, and, much
as he admired her, he did not think that the
description of every pretty" in the least de-
scribed her. He sat silent for a moment
| frownng.
Miss Adams watched him with faint won
derment.
"Why are you so awfully interested in
|
suddenness "You never knew any of them,
did you?"
''No-how could L? Only as one was
killed at the front it makes them rather in
teresting, and" he stopped. Someone had
opened the outer office door and walked
into the room
Miss Adams glanced round; Evans arose
to his feet A tall man stood in the door
way looking from one to the other inqulr-
ingly.
"Is Mr.. Fisher IN? oh, good morning,
Miss Adams" ri
was pleased to be so recognized in front OF
Evans; she thought it might impress him
with her Importance.
Good morning." she said. She scraped
her chair back along the floor, and rose.
"MrM Fisher is out just at present, but
| he'll be in shortly She glanced at a
watch bracelet her wrist. I'm about
half hour, I should think. Will you
waltz"
The tall man shook his head
THANK you, no; III look in again this
afternoon. You might tell him I called? ?"
He went away, shutting the door after
him.
Evans swung round on his stool.
who's that?" he asked
Miss Adams answered, with a fine show
THAT? Oh, 7 forgot you didn't know;
that's David Bretherton.'
REALTY"
Evans looked deeply interested.
Il say, what a fine-ooking man, isn't
! he?"
Miss Adams tossed her head
Think so? He's too lanky for my
taste; like broad shoulders"
She glanced at Evans coquettishly but
the inference wasted on him
He often comes up here" she added.
Il know him quite WELL"
\ She waited but there was no comment
forthcoming, and she fell to clicking the
Keys or the typewriter rather irascby
30 that was David Bretherton!
| Evans wished he had had a better
chance OF looking at him; it seemed stran ae
mat Mary was living under that mars
roof. Mary, who filled his thoughts WAY
ing and sleeping; Mary, whom-in wild
moment before he knew who she was-he
nao dared to love in his young dreams
"A poor clerk in love with David Breth-
ert0ns slster-in-law! He stifled sigh
ana went on copying letters half-heartedly:
thlngs were very unfairly divided in life
ne thought, with faint sense of resent
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