The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-09-08
By the World FORGOT
"What sort of a man was Boyd!"
A New Serial by RUBY M. AIRES

he asked after a moment. Killick shrugged his shoulders. "Englishman," he said briefly. "A white man, you'd call him ex- pect. Decent enough fellow. too de cent in some ways. don't owe him any grudge. He's down and out now ? all right, poor devil"
 | He rushed away again to enter into a fierce argument with Bernie. who was stamping her foot and on the borderline of tears. ' Bishop hunched his shoulders in distaste and turned away, the fluffy I cloak slipping unheeded to the floor.
 What life," he muttered. and he thought suddenly of Georgie's brown eyes and sensitive face. EORGIE put her head round the VI kitchen door and looked at Mrs. | Drill with wistful eyes.
 Would you like to go to the pic l lures" she asked. | Mrs. Drill looked up from paper backed novel. Pictures! What pictures, miss?" she asked blankly.
 "The films," Georgie explained. "We can get the half past two bus to Redham; there's a nice picture house there."
 Mrs. Drill hesitated.
 q don't know that I will Miss Georgie, thank you all the same. I've got a bit of rheumatism, and sitting in those hot places don't help matters, thank you all the same" Georgie smiled and sighed to- gether; she was so tired of her own company that she had been driven to solicit Mrs. Drills cheery com panionship rather than be left any longer to her own thoughts.
 She had been home nearly week now, the longest week she had ever experienced, and in three days time Edward Bancroft and Mrs. Spears were to be married.
 Nobody had offered to buy the Hollies, nobody had even been to look over it although Bancroft had gone to the expense of having board posted beside the gate, bear ing the legend "this desirable resi- dence for sale"
 He had told Georgie that she might stay on as long as the house was not sold, "Or for few weeks" he had added, mindful of the fact that the house might never be sold. and Georgie had agreed, not know ing what else to do.
 She had not heard a word from Evelyn, and Bishop had not replied l to her shy, apologetic letter. | Apparently they had both done with her. Yesterday Clifford Asher had been down to see her. Georgie did 1 not like to think of that last meet ing with him, and today he was sailing for South America.
 She had sent him telegram to say goodbye, but as she stood in the village post office hesitating whether to put Love from Georgie" or just "Georgie" sudden doubt had come into her mind.
 | Was she making mistake in sending him away? His love would have been something out of the des- olation-something to lean on, to be sure of.
 And after all she had put with love" realizing that she did love him as friend, and that as Nicholas had once said to her "it might help." f Nicholas had not written to her; at first she had thought he might had almost hoped. forgetting that he did not know where she was to be found.
 "Well, I think I'll go to the Pic tures," she said with an effort. T shan't be in to tea, and you need not wait if you want to go, Mrs. Drill."
 In the movies she always felt nearer to Nicholas; it was as if she looked at wonderfully impossible places where once he had lived and
 moved.
 "Take your umbrella, Miss Georgie, it's raining" Mrs. Drill said, but Georgie put on an old hat and coat, and started off with her hands plunged into her pockets. Georgie looked up at the grey sky; perhaps 1t was raining in Ireland too-Edward Bancroft who had spent part of his youth there said
 it always rained in Ireland-he called it a God-forsaken country; Georgie wondered if it seemed God
 forsaken to Nicholas.
 I When she reached the post office the bus had gone, and she remem. bered that the clocks at the Hollies were never right-either too slow or too fast. It was raining more heavily, but she set out to walk the four miles to Redham, it was some thing to do-a means of passing tho
 long lonely afternoon. . (Copyrioht. 1sss. Doubleday Doranl