The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-09-12
BEl;lN HERE TO-DAY

NAN MAKRABY and JOAN EN-
DICOTT arc sharing a small London
apartment, awaiting the return Of
l'ETER LISTER, bctrothed to
Nan, and TIM ENnlCOTT, joan's
husband, both serving their country
on the battlcfields of France. So,
Peter is reported seriously in
jurcd. Six weeks later, just as re-
ports to Nan are telling Of her
lovers Improvement
JOHN, ARNOTr, lieutenant in
Peters regiment brings the news
that Peter is in London but that the
shock Of his injury has caused him
to lose his memory. He tcilSs Nan
that Peter does not rcmcmbcE her.
Contrary to Arnott's advice, Nan iu-
They arrive at the hotel to find
Peter in the library engaged in
sprlghtly convc rsatio1f, with a pretty
young woman. Nan steps into the
r0Om--shc signs audibly-Petcr
turns-thcir eyes meet. .,:..,..,-
NOW GO ON WITH THE. STORY
There was a moment OF tragic
silence; the first throb Of exquisite
jos that rushed through Mans whole
being slowly died away, leaving he +
cold and stunned.
Her eyes went past Lystcr to the
girl perchcd on the wide fender; then
she forced them again to his face.
She thought she cried his parnc in
anguish. but her lips did not move
and no sound escaped them. She
thought Sic he'd pleading arms to
him, but they stiH hung Imply at
her sides. She thought that the in
tolcrable pain in her heart must kill
her. She prayed frantically that she
might drop dead rather than suffer
any more, as she stood there in the
silent room. staring back at this man
who looked at her with tho casual
eyes Of a stranger. -.
It was tho girl on the fender who
spoke first. ...
"Arc you are you looking for any
thing?' 49,. y
She had pretty. rather childish
voice, and her eyes grew interested
as they took in the pallor of Mans
face and its unconscious tragedy.
Nan found her voice then. and she
answered incohercntly: ....
'Yes-my gloves =. IL must
have left my Gloves ....
:, Lystcr walked over to the paper
strewn table and moved a heap of
magazines. Do.
Il don't think they're here" he
said, and at the sound. Of his. voice.
the voice of which she had been
dreaming night and day since last
she heard ia sudden faintness
came over Nan: she swayed a little
towards the table. clutchine it with
both hands to steady herself. -.
She could not bear it-she could
not! For an instant her nerves
stampeded; all her natural compos-
urc fled! If it had not been for the
presence Of the girl She knew she
must have flung herself at LISTERS
feet and implorcd him to RENE nbe +
how he had loved hcr-how much
they had been to one another.
With "A mighty effort she pulled
herself together: the girl turned
away and was lifting the cushion
from Il big armchair in friendly
attempt to find the gloves. but LystcI
stood quite still on the other side OF
the table, staring a Nan with a
puzzled sort Of look in his eyes.
"Tm sorry" he said. "I'm afraid
they're not hcrc-rm sorry he
said again, almost stupidity. and
broke off. ..
"Things soon get picked up if:yo,l
leave them about" the girl sait
lightly. II expect they've been
pinchcd." .,i;e
Nan supposed she must have an,
swered something, but she never
knew what she said; her one long
ing was to get out Of the room be.
fore she broke down; she turned
blindly to the door. ....
LISTER reached it before she did
he opened it and held it for her; his
eyes searched her face again as she
passed out; when she had gone nc
stood for moment looking after
her, before he turned back into tho
| room
Arnott was waiting on the othc'
side of the lounge. He took heI
hand and. drawing it through his
arm. led her out Of the hotel. =. :,
She walked quite firmly and stead
lily, and he glanced at her curiousls
in the light Of a street lamp.
So there was to be no scene! Ill
was family amazed; almost any ethc
woman in the world would have