New Britain herald., 1927-01-12
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WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE

ulSHt III oClODei, IoSo, IS DTOuR Ill q woman who had tainted on a train. That night twin girls are born 10 her and she dies without revealing her name.
 The story then moves forward IS years. The twins, now growing to beautiful womanhood, have been adopted and named Margaret and Elizabeth. They are called Rusty nd Betty.
 Jim ElweIl. the son, enliss in the World War. He then discovers that one of the twins loves him.
 He is she'll sh ocked at the Battle of Sedan and at first is reported dead. Later he is identified in a New York hospital and his mother and father hasten to him to find his memory gone. that he is like q living dead man.
 Specialists despair of his re- covery. believing an operation might be unsuccessful and fatal as well. The day before his par ents are to take him home Jim wanders away from his nurse Nellie Downing.
 A search is begun, in which Jack Nevin. newspaperman, and Mike Hennegan join. They find Jim in Bellevue hospital with his skull fractured in a traffic accident. Nevin calls up his office to give it the story. He Is interrupted by Nellie Downing.
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 CHAPTER NXNN
 You were talking to your paper weren't you?" Nellie Downing asked.
 "Yes." said Jack Nevin. He knew what was coming now.
 DO you have 10 send in the story about Jim Elwell 2"
 Already have sent the gist of it. Whyo'
 Her eyes dropped. She looked as if she were about to cry.
 Jack Nevin. looking at her specu- latiyely. said, Hold on, now; would you rather I didn't use it?"
 'I-I had hoped you wouldn't L. yes.'
 He shot a strange look at her. "All right Then he removed his hand from the phones mouthpiece.
 Hello. Pete. Say, Pete, kill that story. Yes-wrong dope. No, that's all"
 He hung up the receiver and then turned away from the phone adjust ing his crutches beneath his arm pits.
 "Oh, thank you" said Nellie Dow ming, laying a hand on his arm, Thank you. It will mean so much to poor Molie and Prof, Jack
 He laughed lightly. Its all right. Well"-he swung off on his crutches -"I guess I'll be moving along. There's nothing more I can do, is there?"
 "No. You've been very kind. I'll get in touch with you again to thank you properly"
 He smiled. 'Well, 50 long. Nellie My regrets to Mir. and Mrs. Elwell, in case" The significant gesture with his head made it plain that he was referring to the expected death of Jim Elwell.
 Nellie Downing nodded slowly. "Goodby."
 She watched him move away, a tall, straight figure, hobbling along swiftly on his crutches.
 Jack Nevin was on his way back to the Planet office to hand in his resignation. Tn all his years of this was the first time he ever had thrown his office down on story. And. he was thinking, what a peach of story!
 Nellie Downing turned and moved swiftly toward the room where Jim Elwell lay in tragic silence.
 Mollie and Prof saw her come in. They had not moved away from their sons bedside.
 Jack Nevin," said Nellie Dow hing. "has gone back to his office. There was nothing more he could do for us."
 Prof Elwell nodded. "1'll see him later and thank him.
 A doctor came in 10 see how the patient was coming along, He whis- pered a few brief questions to the nurse who was watching Jim. Then he nodded gravely.
 Nellie Downing spoke to him. For the first time he saw that she was wearing a Red Cross uniform.
 "Tell me-" she said. lis there any chance for him ?"
 The doctor shrugged. T doubt if. It was a nasty blow. What kind of shape was he in physically"
 The little nurse told him, and the doctor pursed his lips and turn ad to look once more at the patient when he learned of Jim Elwell's loss of memory and speech.
 "Too bad" he whispered You'd better tell your friends 10 leave pretty shortly. They can come back later, you know.'
 NpillP 4NOIIN1 hiib'' HN'hhl'iS Si'- She moved across to Molle and Prof. Downstairs the faithful Mike Hennegan was sitting In a chair. his feet sprawled out on the floor in front of him. He was whistling beneath his breath. He jumped 10 his feet when he saw the three com nr toward him and sprang forward with an eager question. Nellie Dow hing held ID a warning finger. Mol ie was leaning heavily on Prof FL wells arm.
 John Clayton of Indianapolis was 1ne of those rare individuals who consider it good exercise for the mind to pause occasionally in the -egular routine of everyday affairs md the observance of things in gen. ,ral to take an interpretive look.
 While he was fully agreed with he man who said that the proper study of mankind is man" he be- ieved. too. that very helpful study vas that of ones inner conscious less.
 His father had told him once in a 7aort to-hnart talk. Get acQnainted l