The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-08-10
Chapter 23 THE LETTER

THE LETTER HEORGIE went to London to meet " Clifford Asher with the full de- termination that she was not going to enjoy herself.
 Her head ached little and aer eyes were red with crying.
 By the morning post she had re- eeived lette. from her mother
 Bishop" so her mother wrote is ill, or imagil es that he is. He insists that he must see specialist, eGerman specialist. and so we are coming to London for week or two, and then going on to Berlin.i should have thought there were plenty of good doctors out here, but Bishop is so obstinate (what nan is not?) and so we are sailing next week. We ,hall be staying in London. of course. but you must come and 5ee mo"
 So Bishop was i'll! Georgie felt sorry. Not that the big. red-faced man with the loud voice had ever Troubled tc be nice to her. but 1t seemed pathetic somehow. to think of anyone so vigorous as he always appeared to be. having to go so far as Germany to get cured.
 She broke the news to her uncle with great misgiving. Mothers coming home." was her brief an- nouncemenI.
 "Home!" edward Bancroft glared at her. What the devil is she com ing for anyway"
 Bishop is ill., Georgie said.
 "Tm not surprised" There was Infinite satisfaction Tn her uncles toice. My own brother was the first fool she killed off. and now she's found second. We'll, she can't come here and you can tell her so." 7 Georgis smiled as she thought of her mothers extreme daintiness and love of luxury; she could hard ly imagine her in house where there was very little comfort. and most indifferent cooking.
 "She doesn't want to come here" she murmured.
 f Bancroft frowned And why not should ike to know?" he demands ed. Isn't this house good enough for her? Aren't I good enough r :: Tt's qui-e good enough" Georgie said politely.
 T: Bancroft drew the cork from a fresh bottle of whisky with loud bang.
 eHumph! We'll, what's the matter with Bishoi anyway?" tisifs
 II don't know; he's going to Ger many to see a specialist" aF ia sssss. Bancroft snorted. Germany in- aeed!" he growled. People are like a lot of sheep; one leads and they all follow. I hear that that fellow Boyd is off on the same track; going to get his face put right or some thing. Twaddle!" ha
  EDWARD BANCROFT went on.
 satisfied that he had found topic after his own heart.
 ( They're all the same, these film fellows. Popinjays! They're not men at all; if they were they wouldn't curl their hair and wear corsets." a
 I "He doesn't curl his hair or wear corsets," Ceorgie said hotly. then broke of in confusion, conscious of her uncle's suspicious eyes.
 Y "Oh! and how do you know?" he demanded. .@
 [ q don't know, at least he doesn't look as if he does, and he got his face hurt by doing a very heroic thing" A"Pooh! Press stunt" Bancroft de- clared. I daresay if the truths Rnown he got his jaw broken in a brawl: you can't tell mel"
 Georgie turned away; her face
  was burning with anger. and she Was afrai1 to trust herself to say any more. Edward Bancroft might know a great deal about brawlss but he certainly knew nothing about Nicholas Boyd. She went upstairs and dressed to go to the station. It was bore, she decided. having to meet a man la whom one was not really interested; why did life al ways do that sort of thingf
 Never the time, the place and the loved one together"-she had read that somewhere in a book. and 1t struck her as being painfully true. II was a fins morning, and London was a glorious place, but 1t was all spoilt because she was going to tnset the wrong man. ~ q