The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-09-08
Chapter AT BISHOPS LETTER

sgk BISHOPS LETTER / DY the morning post there were 0two letters for Georgie-one |froh Clifford Asher. telling her that he had called at the hotel again only. to find she had gone, upbraid- ing her for not telling him and pleading once more that she would give him a chance to show how much he cared. a Georgie sighed as she laidit aside and took up the second letter. It bore the stamp of the hotel she had just left and was addressed in writ ing kshe did not know. Before she read it, she turned to the end to discover the signature, and a lit tie sshiver of apprehension went through her as she read it: Bishop Letter.
 Why had he written te her? Per haps Evelyn had insisted that he should. in order to add his upbraid- ing for the things she was supposed Ito have done. For the first time iGeorgie recalled the ugly words her mother had used to her about di- yofce, it seemed queer that until s now they had almost entirely es- caped her memory.
 She looked into the neglected gar den beyond the window, and for a moment she visualized Bishops worn, rugged face, with its lines of patient resignation and the big clumsy figure that had always made her think of an imprisoned ti. ger, beaten into submission by long captivity. We are both in the wrong box. Georgie, you and l." He had said that to her once and had added, "We might help each other by being friends" The mem ory of those words brought with them pang of remorse.
 Had she misjudged him? Hadn't he also said T should like to help .you if can -"
 Georgie shivered as if a cold wind had suddenly swept past her, and almost reluctantly she took up his letter again.
 Dear Georgie:
 I am not blaming you for going
 away without saying goodbye to
 me, but l cannot resist saying that ] perhaps some day you may realize
 that I spoke the truth when once
 told you that do not betray con-
 fidence, and that I meant it when
 said I would help you if the oppor- ,tunity ever came my way.
 For the rest, do not worry. be-
 ,1ieve that in this strange world
 things always come right for
 those who deserve that they
 should. vorrs
 Bishop Letter.
 It was a strange letter. Georgie Tread it through half a dozen times land still felt that she could not en- tirely understand his meaning.
 Had he guessed what her thoughts had been that last morning when she broke away from his kindli- ness? If so he must have been hurt I-cruelly hurt.
 Had she been wrong to believe Nelly's casual gossip about him' Wasn't 1t true that he and Bernie She seemed again to see Bishops llihed face and patient eyes, and heI Town were suddenly dimmed bJ tears.
 s"I'll write to him." Georgie told herself. "I'll write and tell him Tn sorry. He'll understand"
 She bitterly reproached hersel for her hasty judgment, and yet could she have seen Bishop at that moment her confidence might again have wavered, for he was in tht studio, standing gaunt and patient with Bernie Boyd's cloak over hi' arm, watching while she rehearset a.scene of her new picture.
 HILLICK, the wealthy director n who had brought her to Eng land, was beside him, spare, alert man with an eternal frown, whicl was deeper than usual now as h, spoke to Bishop in quick, irritabl, tones. ' s"Montague's rotten. He'll ruir the picture. We want man lik' ' Nicholas Boyd. There's fortuna waiting for a man with his fac, and figure and personality. Wh! he wanted to go and smash himself up beats me. Film stars can't afford to play the hero in real life, ant anyway the girl wasn't worth , curse; there are thousands like hel tt the door of this studio ever, day"
 "You knew Nicholas Boyd? Bishop asked.
 "Knew himi Should think.I did He hated me though, jealous of hi wife" Killick laughed sneeringly 1T should say he had some cause t le jealous; bet he knows now tha if he'd had any sense he'd have giy en me bonus to take her off hi lands and vote of thanks too"
 Bishop glanced down at the furr wrap across his arm; it was lik Bernie herself-pretty. but entirel negligible.
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