The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-07-26
Chapter Ten FATE AT. WORK

.ff'a -'Fa-H t'-s-I- ff- =7 f -fi THE house was unlocked but de. ! serted. Georgie went up to her room. fT IF eaF 9
 She was evidently expected. for the bed was made, and the window was wide openaes fc4 sas
 Sue went to the window and leaned out. sniffing the fresh air.
 A red rose hung close to the sill, and she carefully picked 1t and placed 1t in a tumbler of water on the dressing table, 'e sS'' ief'tee it made Ter think of Nicholas Boyd and of her roses he had thrown into the sea. Where was he now? she wondered. Ships that pass in the night" Nelly had caldwell. some sh:ps meet again even if it was years afterwards. and many. many mics away. '
 Georgie was glad that the rain which had greeted her at South. hampton had cleared off and if.t' sunshine. and at the same time she found herself wondering how she had managed to pass her days be fore she went away.
 They had never dragged. She had always found something to do. and somewhere to go. even if 1t was only down to the Boar's Head to talk to Mrs. Spears and Trouve. The vicar had once told her in 'his mildly dis. approving manner that young ladies ought not to go to the Boar's Head and talk to Mrs. Spears.
 Whom can talk to then?" Geor. gie had asked in her direct fashion
 He had looked little nonplussed. knowing ttat owing to her uncle's fondness for whisky. she was rather ostracized by the so-caled well connected families round about.
 It wasn't even as if Uncle Ed ward got respectfully drunk: he did it in all sorts of places. and in all sorts of company.
 Mrs. Spears was great friend of his. and he had even been known to drink beer with MT. Scarlet. EORGIE had thought 1t all : " rather funny before she went away: something in her liked to shock the Responsibility of the neighborhood. but today she was seeing things from a different per spective.
 Uncle Edward was very much of . revolutionary.
 He hated conventionality and said that people were only respectab ble because they hadn't got the "guts'' to be anything else.
 "Guts" was a favorite word of hls.
 Outside, the iron gate slammed then the front door slammed, then there was the sound of a heavy walking stick being put into. the rack in the walland then her uncle's voice. loud and threatening as usual.
 Damn 1t all. can't anyone move these boxes? Do you want me tc break my neck?"
 Georgie flew downstairs. her eyes shining.
 rssHere am." she said.
 Edward Bancroft stood in thf Ka4f: big man with a body tha must once have been fine and up right, but which had how grown { little fat and coarse: a red fact which must once have been hand some. and rough grey hair tha looked as if it had not seen a brusf for years. s~ W
 "Do you want me to break m, neck? he demanded again. "Ths hall isn't the place for boxes. Have 'em moved"
 He went on into his study. ant Georgie followed.
 It's been lovely" she said. hel enthusiasm as yet undamped.
 whats been lovely?" he de nianded. making at once for thu whisky bottle. a'
 "Everything," Georgie said. "Nev York. the boat. everything" "hIEw YORK'S hell upon earth. ~ was his uncompromising an swer. "How's your mother look ins?"
 Beautiful"
 Edward Bancroft said "Bah!" an' 1t was more expressive than if h had used a string of words.