The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1933-07-21
what sort OF a man was Boyd?"
he asked after a moment.

Killick shrugged his shoulders.
"Englishman," he said briefly.
"a white man. you'd call Lin ! ex.
pect. Decent enough fellow. too de-
cent in some ways. don't owe him
any grudge. He's down and out now
all eight, poor devil"
He rushed away again to enter
into 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
cloak slipping UNDECIDED to the floor.
''What life," he muttered. and
he thought suddenly Of Georges
brown eyes and sensitive face.
TEORGIE put her head round the
10 kitchen door and looked at Mrs.
Drill with wistful eyes.
would you like to go to the pic
tures?" she asked.
Mrs. Drill looked up from a paper
backed novel.
Pictures! What pictures. miss?"
she asked blankly.
1.-THE films" George explained.
1--WE can get the half past two bus
to Redham; there's a nice picture
house there"
Mrs. Drill hesitated.
Il don't know that | will Miss
George, 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"
George smiled and sighed to-
gether; she was SO tired OF her own
company that she had been driven
to solicit Mrs. Drills CHEEKY com.
partnership rather than be left any
longer to her own thoughts.
She had been home nearly a 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 a
board posted beside the gate, bear.
Ing the legend "this desirable resi-
dence for SALE"
He had told George 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 George had agreed, not know
Ing what else to do.
She had not heard q word from
Evelyn, and Bishop had not replied
to her shy, apologize letter.
Apparently they had both done
with her.
Yesterday Clifford Asher had
been down to see her. George did
not like to think Of that last meet.
ing with him, and today he was
sailing Tor South America.
She had sent him q telegram to
say goodbye, but as she stood in the
village post office hesitating whether
to put "Love from Georgia or Just
George" sudden doubt had come
into her mind.
Was she making O mistake IA
sending him away? His love would
have been something out Of the des-
Misunderstanding 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 az Nicholas
had once said to her at might help
Nicholas had not written to har:
at first she had thought he might
had almost hoped. forgetting that
he did not know where shs vas to
be found.
'sWell. ! think I'll 60 to the Pic.
lures" she said with an effort. 81
shan't be In to tea, and you need
not wait II you want to 60. Mrs.
Drill"
In the movies she always felt
nearer to Nicholas: Il was as IL she
looked at wonderfully impossible
places where once he had lived and
moved.
take your umbrella, Miss
Georgia. It's raining" Mrs. Drill
said. but George put on an old bat
and coat and started OF with her
hands plunged into her pockets.
George looked up at the grey sky:
perhaps II was raining In ireland
too Edward Bancroft who had
spent part OF his youth there said
II always rained in Treland--hs
called Il q God.forsaken country:
George wondered II It seemed God
forsaken to Nicholas.
When she reached tils 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 1t was raining more
heavily, but she set out TO walk the
four miles to Redham, Il was some.
thing 10 do--a means OF passing the
long lonely afternoon.
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