The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-07-25

at her.
 Well, you go first" he said. My business will take some time." It was a definite dismissal, and without giving her a chance to re ply he turned on his heel and left her.
 And tn Us that" Georgie told herself philosophically.
 "But of co rse he'll come and say goodbye to me-" so she comforted | herself. but she was wrong, for al though she looked everywhere for Nicholas for tn rest of the day. and again the following morning she f'd not see him.
 And how it rained at Southamp- ton!
 Georgie sh!vered in spite of her big tweed coat as she stood waiting to go on shore; pushed here and there by excited people, deafened by the noise and clamor all around. 
 Anyone meeting you?" Nelly asked her. and Georgie shook her head.
 Are you going up to London alone?" she asked.
 "Yes." there was a bitter note in Nelly's voice. My lot went off di- rectly we got in He said he had friends to meet him. but saw her --aboat a. unlike me as you can imagine anything"
 Well tagel up together" Geor. gie said kindly.
 I'm going third class" Nelly told her.
 "So am L"
 And presently they were sitting opposite one another in a crowded compartment. Georgie hung out of the window with fine disregard for the feelings Of her fellow-travel. lers, but there was no sign of Nicho. las Boyd, and for the first time she was conscious of. little feeling of anger against him.
 Stupid! stupid!" she accused him in her heart.
 As if it could make the least diff ference! IS if people could turn Fate away from the path in which it was destined to go.
 The train moved slowly out Of the station. and Georgie sat down in her l. corner with a sigh.
 THE little country town seemed as if 1t had gone to sleep and had forgotten to wake up. Georgie thought as she drove up from the station in one of the antidiluvian cabs which optimistically stood IF day behind each other on the station rank.
 She felt little solitary and sad.
 For one thing 1t was twilight. the saddest hour of summers 8 day. and for another she had begun to realize for the first time that she was lit. tie lonely. m
 Surely no other girls of her age were quite so lonely?
 The old horse chopped along the dusty road. and the windows of the old cab rattlea. Georgie sat stiffiy erect on the edge of the hard seat. her hands clasped in her lap. her eyes staring before her al the re membered scene.
 She had 1nly been away for six weeks. It seemed now like six years, or as il she had had a long sleep and had onl, dreamed about New York and the skyscrapers. and the noisy streets. and the modern luxury of her mothers apartment.
 She was a Cinderella. back from the ball. shorn of her short-lived splendor. prinoelessi
 The striped blinds of the vicarase were closely drawn over the win dows to keep out the last rays of the setting sun; Trouve. the old collie who belonged to Mrs. Spears at the Boar's Head. lay asleep on the path. and did not even open aD eye or move as the cab numbered by.
 Georgie liked Trouve: she liked his name which Mrs. Spears. who fancied herself as something Of a French scholar. had bestowed upon him because she had found him as starving puppy. with tin can tied to his woe-begone tail.
 Mrs. Spears loved dogs: she al ways had various assorted breeds hanging about the Boar's Head.
 '"It's all she does love. then" Mrs. Loyelock declared with a shin.
 Mrs. Loveiock invariably alluded to the worthy landlady as "One of those painted ones."
 MT. Scarlet's old cab numbered past the tiny village green. past the little row of matched cottages which. were supposed to be many hundreds of years old. and sharply round to a lane where. behind a high holly hedge. stood her uncle's little house. hiding it's ivy-ciad walls from the gaze of passers by. - fCopyrioht. l9ss. Doubleday Doron1
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