The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-10-08
THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE
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By RUBY n AYRES - s!asg:.

Tin sure it is" Peter said kind |
": there was something childish !
about this girl that appealed to,
him.
81 ~ 20 have Il friend living
with me- she wen. on. But now
she's had to go home. and I'm all
alone. I've tried to put up with It'll
but somehow today felt Couldn't
bear it. any longer. so | sent Nan a
wire. and I'm going down TO sec her
rs she can't come back to live with
ne"
"Nan." said Peter sharply.
"Tcs, that's her namc-Nan Mar
raby: shes such dear; one OF
those cheerful people who seem to
do YOU such a lot Of good. l felt
quite different when she was with
me. but now. -" She looked away
from him out Of the window and
her little face fell into haggard
lines.
After Il moment she went on
"shes had heaps of trouble,
too-and she's so brave" She
looked at him. II don't know why
I'm talking to you like this she
said with an apologctic smile.
"I-l'm flattcrcd That you should"
LISTER told her awkwardly.
After moment he prompted
her gently.
you say your friend has had a
lot Of trouble. I'm afraid that
most women have during the
war
"But Mans is different to most
peoples" she said with Il little
shake Of her head. at seemed
such Il cruel kind Of trouble, you
know. She was engaged to man
, she just adorcd him-thcy were
to have been married on his next
leave. and thcn...'
And thcn.' said Peter as she
stopped. -,
! "He was wounded" the girl told
him. "And he had bad shock as
wcll--and when he got 'bctter-~wc!l,
| he'd just forgotten all about her
and that was all"
Peter tried to speak. but no word
| would come; his hands were lock-
| ed together, his lips felt cold and
| dry.
Presently, with an effort. he found
his voice, but it sounded cracked
| and strange to his ears.
"Forgotten all about her. he
| said. II knew Il similar casc---at
| least--a man who lost his memory
! in something the same sort Of way
"Rcal~." She looked at him in
tere stedly. 81 suppose things lik,
that happen every day out ir
! France, don't they? 1t must all be
| such a nightmare such Il horror
$50" She shivercd scnsitively. "At
first when l told Tim-Tim is my
husband.' she explained shyly. che
said he thought Peter must be
shamming Did you speak? ?"
| "No.' said Peter.
Tim is like that, you know,
she went on. Hes Il darling. Blu,
| he's 50 matter of fact--hc didn',
believe in the Angels of Mons ;
Bit she added regrctfully.
Peter half smiled.
/ 81 don't think many Of us really
did" he said whimsically. Blu,
with regard to this-this man.
Peter, 1 think you said his name
| TaS...'
yes Peter Lystcr.. II ncve,
saw him myself, but Nan spoke Of
him 80 much I always felt as if
Knew HIM. ... She gave 4 little
! startled exclamation, leaning TO-
! "aruH nun. cH, arc you III Sd
asked anxiously.
Peter pulled himself toscthr,
with an effort, though he was whit,
to the lips.
"No. no-go on he said husk
lily. "And what happened then
what did your friend do?'
"Do! What could she do! Sh,
just behaved as if nothing hat
ever existed between thcm-sh,
just-lct him co.
"And-and the man.
Joan Endicott shrugged her Shout
dcrs.
"Oh," she said. cts not Peter
am sorry forts not Peter VIII
:. wants pitying.'
Peter laughed mrthlcssly: h,
leaned his head in his hands for
moment.
"Poor dcvil,' he said then. "Wh'
knows!'
The taxi had turned into Eustol
Square. and Peter woke to his sur
rOundings with start.
: lie felt as if someone ha,
plunged him into an abyss of dark
ness and silence, through which h.
CROPPED vainly in the desire to fin,
u way out.
The taxi was slowing down, an
with an effort he reused himsel
and turned to the girl beside him.
II Ito h Con<inued)
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