Hyder weekly herald., 1934-10-20
The Girl They Didn't
 Forget
By MARGARET B. ToMsoN
e. by Mcclus. Newspaper syndicate.

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 HACK WESTON, once heralded as Americas Playboy." before ali- mony and the stock market debacle had almost sunk him. turned with swift apologies to the well-built stranger standing beside him at the bar. whom he had just jostled with unwilling rudeness.
 Don't mention It," said Dick Bode. former All-American tackle. magnan- imously.
 Weston hesitated a moment, then spurred by the desire to confide in some one went on: "I was looking at that girl who just came in the tall, dark one she looks so much like girl used to know in Los An geles that 1t startled me-"
 Bode's eyes turned In the direction indicated by Weston's eyes. That's funny" he allowed musingly. "l knew girl In Los Angeles who looked like her. too. Yes," he decided, craning his neck, 'she certainly does look like Nancy"
 Not Nancy Ross," Weston said in. credulously.
 You know Nancy" the voice was eager.
 Know her" murmured Weston remlniscently, T should say did. The best pal ever had. Swell gal, Nancy"
 Swell gall" echoed Bode warmly.
 Solemnly they drank to Nancy.
 "What a coincidence" Weston shook his head in wonderment. "Seen her lately"
 Not for five or six years"
 Swell gall"
 They toasted the girl they hadn't forgotten with another round.
 "Neyer forget what she did for me one time." Weston remembered rather maudlinry. Pulled me through one of the worst cases of delirium tremens you ever laid an eye on." Funny" said Bode suspiciously. "She hated that kind of thing. Only time she saw me awfully crooked, she bawled h-l out of me-"
 "She certainly was a swell little playmate" Weston confded. Never got crooked, never got Quarrelsome, always ready to go places and do things"
 "Oh. never found her that way" objected Bode. Liked to so out, of course, but we used to go in for sports a lot. Nancy was . swell swimmer and handled mean racket" "Athletic!" Weston was incredulous. "Why, the only exercise she ever went In for was dancing until the orchestra packed up and went home." There was a suspicious moisture in Weston's eyes. He certainly hadn't played square with Nancy. She had been awfully In love with him. too. and he had really Intended to marry her. Then that blond had suddenly walked into his life and he never had had the strength to resist blonds. Remorsefully Bode surveyed his empty glass. What a beast he had been to Nancy. Met her when he was ] just out of college and fiat broke. Prob ably wouldn't have eaten for weeks at time if 1t hadn't been for Nancy. | chV Wa0 uoiHS eouiCtHIHS AOA him. O. course she was terribly In love with him and he had asked her to marry him but that was no excuse for . man to sponge off woman, he real fxed now.
 The end came when he had an un- expected offer of job In Chicago. He left In rush, meant to write her but just carelessly put 1t of so long that he was finally ashamed to write. How could he have been fool enough not to realize that she had been the one and only woman in his life? It would be all right now. though. He'd go back and marry her and make up 10 her for all the tears she must have shed for him.
 My Nancy!" whispered Weston rev. erentially and little fearful.
 "My Nancy" Bode challenged with sudden belligerence.
 Just then Weston's fist connected ] with Bodes nose and the battle was on.
 Mice places you take your wife to-"