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begin here today PETER LYSTER loses his memory from shell shock in 1 ranee. Upon his return to Lon don he fails to recognize NAN MARRABY, the Kir! to whom he became engaged be fore he went away. Nan. heart broken, has returned to In r home and is caring for her three motherless stepbrothers. She has been in constant communi cation with JOAN ENDICOTT, in London but fails to follow Joan’s ad vice to forget Peter and make up to his fellow officer and friend. JOHN ARNOTT. with whom he has been resting at the home of Arnott's widowed sister, near the Marrahy estate. Instead Nan has become desperate, and has agreed to marry the man she hates most in the world— HARLEY SEFTON, money lender, who holds her father's notes for great sums of mono;, and also says that Peter owes him considerable in loans made before he was injured. PETER, still unaware oi the true state of affairs, leaves for 1 ondon as soon as he hems of Nan's engagement. There his taxi has a collision with anoth er hack. Peter offers to escort the lone passenger of the dam aged taxi to her destination in his own conveyance. Enroute his companion speaks of going to Nan, and by care ful prompting he elicits the in formation that he is the man who is breaking Nan's heart. As the taxi arrives at the sta tion Peter turns to the young woman besides him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STO-KY "I don't know in the leant who voa ap," Peter said rap.dlv, “and 1 dare say you will think I am mad whH 1 ask you—when I beg of you—to let'me .speak-to you for a maiden*. Please don’t be afraid." he broke nut agitatedly as Joan shrank back from him in evident alarm. “I'm f.< • going to hurt you or frighten yo.i: 1 just want you to help me— I just bey of you to be kind and h<dn mo." t! was impossible not to belie'e in his agitation; Joan stared at him w'th fascinated eyes. "But—but I don’t even know who you are," she said in a frighten;,! voice. “—I've never seen vou un* 1 today—oil . . . oh. 1 don’t know wh * you are," she said again. Then ho told her; he blurted out the truth with the desperation of necessity. “I’m Peter Lyster.” “Peter Lyster!” she echoed his name with a little cry—the color rushed to her face. “Peter!—then . . . then . . . oh. I dont believe it." slip said indignantly. . "It’s the truth—I swear it's the truth . . . look—I can show you half a dozen letters to prove it.” He searched through his tuniq pocket agitatedly. “I am Peter Lyster—you —you’ve done me the greatest kind ness one human being could have done to another by telling me what— what you did just now. But 1 want to know more—I must know all the truth . . . I've been down to Leaver. - den—I only came up to town thjs morning—it was Fate that threw us together. I can’t leave you like this —I’ve got to know more . . . Surely you can have a little pity—a little sympathy. , . .” "But—hut I’m -—I'm full of it. Joan told him; her pretty eyes were round and amazed: she stared at h m its if he were some extraordinary specimen of manhood whom she had never seen before. “—I've alwaj s longed to see you—Nan will tell you that. But it’s all so strange—I just <’..'-t believe it. . . Her brows puckered. “If you've forgotten mine, she said in perplexity. now it you can talk about Nan now 1 Oh. I don't understand.” “A man named Arnott introduced her to me in town a few weeks ago. “But.” said Joan—“but . . . oh. if you've forgotten all about Nan, what b the good of going back to her You—oh, surely you can t really—care for her—if you’ve for gotten her?” Peter looked away; he could hot explain his own feelings; lie did not. know what he felt; he tried to think "t Nan, but his thoughts were con fused; he was relieved when the stopping of the cab put an end to "ie conversation for the moment; he followed Joan eagerly into the sta tion. III come back with you to I-eav '■nden—1 can explain there; and 1 must talk to you; there are so many things you’ve got to tell me." "But—but I don’t know if I ought l"' Joan was almost in tears. “Nan fiuule me swear never to speak of •Vl'U again—never to tell anyone what had happened—and I swore I 1 ve done now. . Everything is different—it’s . . ■ (1,° (’>' death to me ... I beg of you.” ' he looked at him sympathetically \ ery well,” she said at last. “But 'Nan knows she will kill me, that's all.” She never will know—at least, vpt. I dont want her to know k>rokc off. °r a moment his heart seemed to ' sfdl as he thought of Nan s eegagement. B«d she done this because of hin , *e train started siowh "in d the -tatioj. * ■J”11 nu' wl,o y«u art'," Peter said. She smiled. "1 !” J,,a» Kndieott. Nan and 1 liavi; !‘ve<| together for ever so long ■ ever since you and Tim went to itw war; she must have told you about me - she wrote to you for months from my flat ’’ "I'id she?" said Peter; h.s voice sounded . humiliated; '“I can’t re mem her having any letters ... I ean’t remember your name, or ever writ ing to a woman at all . ” He brought his clenched fist down on his knee heavily. “My God, it's iit* :_.sa.i{f with s-utiden passion. Its not fair- I ought to have been tol<l I . might, to have been stopped from hurt anyone a - as 1 must have hunt her." It nearly broke her heart,” Joan -aid. She wit; enjoy.mg herself now t.hG was better than .all the novels sne had read- -he meant to let Petrr know exactly what Nan had suffered. - He moved restlessly. "r 1 on. t"11 -me all about it." “There isn't much to tell. . . it wa- after you were wounded. Nan had been so patient and plucky — ‘‘Nan wrote to you for months from my flat." they told her she mustn't expect any letters from yca as you were nut well enough to write; and she sa cl she didn't mind, that she was con tent to wait. Ami them- -one evening Mr. Arnott vame to the flat -neither of us knew him. hut Nan had had a letter from him once from France— he wrote to her when you were wounded and told, her all about it. , . He evas very kind—he told her that you were in town but that you had lost your memory, and could not remember her, of anything about her—-or that you were engaged, or— ■or—anything. Nan wouldn’t believe ij—she laughed at him; she said that she was sure that you could never forget her. She went .with, him, baek to the hotel where you were staying: she said she must see you for her self—-she said that she was sure when you saw her it.would he all right . . She stooped with sud den tragic- memory of how Nan had looked that night when she. came back. “Vos-— cro or. please. “She \vasn t m'one vpfv iontr. • > oa'» said sorrowfully. "She came hack ouite soon. She didn't say much, hut I fust knew by her face that nothin" would ever be right again. She told me afterwards that she walked into the room where you were and that you didn't know her. that you looked at her a.- if you had never seen her in all your life before. • ■ • Oh, poor, poor Nan. she added. There was a bitter silence. '•And 1 think that's all." she said. "Her stepmother died the day after. 1 think it was, and she had to go home to look after the little hoys at I.eavendon, and she's been there ever since,4’ . , "Ami and . ■ ■ , ^e never wished me to be told— .' Peter as* ed huskily. , , , -She wouldn't hear of it, 1 K-mw Mr. Arnott wanted to. tell you. but Xan sail! she would never forgive hini if he did. She made us all prom fee.” • i Pier looked up. • “I)o you know that she is eneaffeil to another man now; ' he asked sud Joan stared: then she laughed. ( ‘■Nan engaged to another man. Rubbish!" she said. "V\ hy-why. she was ever <o much too fond i vou to ever look at anyone else. Sh. just lived for the time when _ you would come back. She had mane . H h-r eloihe- to -he married m. She was so happy. why. you we..* to tone been married when you got your next leave!” s he ad.ded thought S pider flushed to the roots of his tJr I was intolerable Station. ■V.Rh"'is engaged to another man. all the same," he said constrauun ". «.\ man named Harley Setton. H< has plenty of money and a tine t>hme down at Gadsden. Joan smiled incredulously. ".Somebody has just made t P told you," she naid scorn tally. , til Util ' UliUfc,. inrt Nun wuulil Ho sat Vtaring down at the dusty floor of the carriage; Joan watched him intently. She was hot qu.te sure of him yet; it all seemed strange and unbeliev able to her. Suddenly she moved a little along the seat towards him. I “What are you going to do?" sue asked gently. "What do you want i mp to do?” He raised his unhappy eyes to he rs. ] ‘‘What can 1 do?” he asked. "It's jail so impossible.’’ I Joan considered for a moment. "I should like to help vou." she i sa;d, franklv. "I should like to help Nan, too- if there is anything l can do—anything—I will, 1 promise you.” "Thank you—I am sure .you will. And there is something will you find out why she is go ng to marry (that fellow Sefton:?” "If I can--and if you are sure that s e is. Hut Nan is so reserved when she wants to he; perhaps she v.ain't tell me. And, Mr, I.yster—may I ask you a question?” Her voice was a little shy and un curtain. ■"Please," said Peter. ••Well—nerhrp - I shouldn't a • hut Nan is my best frond- and s • . . . you see what I mean ’s - 'supposing •he— she was free today, Favors Dobbin \ A, /ubijin is going to kick the motor truck into the backr'ot, according to tJcati C. F Curtis, Iowa State Col lege. who recommends a government subsidy for horses./ «. would you . . .. would your . . I would you . . slio broke off, not ; bkinjr to continue, but her meaning: was obvious. 1'eter did not look up. (To He Continued) i . - ■' lnvi*ation. Almost. f>a,v. vou Koinjc to iw hujiy this LVonitiK? in i^1l Sue— No, I'm not. He -Then you won’t oe tired in the morn mj, will you ?— I1'*'ntinder. Sonny’s New Suit Should Be Selected Here— The variety of smart boyish models and the many hvrd som • manidi fabrics- cannot fail to satisfy the mast par ticular litt'o chap and the very rear,anal1' prices are sure to please his mother and dad— $1250 ' $16.50 NEW FURNISHINGS TO COMPLETE HIS OUTFIT Shirts and Blouses Neck Ties Ox fords_ Hats and Caps Wide Belts _„» $1.00 50c 53.50 to $5.00 . 50c to $1.50 __ 50c FANNING’S “WORRY? I DON’T KNOW THE MEANING OF T H E WORD.” If you’re building a home - - do you hope to always be in a position to sincerely make the above quoted remark? Having dreamed and planned and worked hard to gain the goal you’re about to realize, you per-haps at times, have known some discouragement. But you’re happy now. And you want to pre serve that happiness - - to leave nothing undone that might deprive you of it. 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The blackfaces surely acted with "negroly” dignity showing that the negro speech and funny sayings can effectively be transposed and effi ciently rendered on a stage. Tin songs fitted in well—the latest num bers, and were properly enterpreter! y. L. Turner the interlocutor di rected the first part successfully— who was the “white-face negro." Tin olio anil afterpiece went off snap py and peppy relating the several talents of minstrel ability. The ne groes that shone the brightest were Messrs. Alvin Prppst, Fletcher Sain. Tom Cornwell, Elbert Eskridge and Homer Burton. The others. iHirham Whisnant. Roy Pxopst. Floyd Hall man, Barney Brackett, Glenn Harrill, Robert Carson, Fields I.oney, Nor ris Wilson, Glenn Powell, Miss Ethel Elmore, director tie music department of the school di rected the songs in their rendition. 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