P'AflE ETGHT
KITTY
by JANE
BYNOPBIB! After a brief and
"whirlwind" courtehtp, Garfield
Frew marriee Kitty Urandon. a
tptrtled email town girl, and takee
her home to meet hit wealthy
family. Although Gar hat fuel
flnlhhed college, and te eeeentlaly
fond of a good lime Kitty beltevee
he te ae eerlowe about the buetnett
of being married ae elie te ItereeU.
On the train going to tiar'e home
in Winton they meet Marge Croe
bv, who belonge to Gar'e crowd
end who te ae oollehed in manner
and grooming ae Gar hlmeelf.
Uarge iremi to be hurt and re
pronehtut at the newe ot Gar'e
marriage. Me involvee Gar in ex
cited convereation about the dotngt
of their crowd pointedly excluding
Kitty. Gar humarouely telle
Uarge about the uycddlng eaylng
thai "the bunch will get a great
laugh out ot it." and Kitty te
ashamed ot hie flippancy about
eomethtnn that eliould matter
deeply to them bath. She eel
euddenly frightened.
Chapter 1
A LONELY HOMECOMING
BRIDGEWATER made do distinc
tion of wealth. John Brandon
owned and ran the general store
wblcb all grandfather bad estab
lished and which netted him Just
about enough to support his family
In the rambling old house hie grand
father Lad built but he rauked In so
cial prestige with James Corey,
Brldgewater's banker and man of af
fairs. Kitty Brandon, because she was a
Brandon and because she as protty
Bar swung Kitty Into his arms and ran up the winding stairway ahead
of the servant.
slid blithe, had moved securely In
the young lite ot the community. It
never bad mattered that she had
ilttle money to spend on her clothes.
Her .rlenda were tbe friends of
ber childhood: closest of these were
8ally Withers and Phil Corey.
"Maybe one of us will marry Phil,
some day," Sally bad laid. once.
"Yon can I" Kitty's answer bad
been prompt "I'm going to marry
a man with dark hair and dark
yes. He's coming from sv ay some
where." And tben, one June day wben
Kitty waa twenty, Phil Corey bad
some frou college bringing Garlleld
Crew hor wltb him. Within an
Hour ot lis arrival he bad taken
bis guedt over to the Brandons,
They'd found Kitty on the porch
picking over cberrlea (or x pie, a
big aproi tied over her lowered
print Ureas, her slim, bare arms and
1 Angers stained crimson, her hair
leeply golden where the sun fell
on It her blue eyes, a Ilttle bluer
In her genuine delight at seeing
PhIL
The next day Gar waa sprawled
n tbe Brandon porch aa If. Ilka
Phil, be bad lived next door to It
ill bla life. At tbe end of the week
he was telling ber that she waa the
nly girl he'd ever been erasy
ibout; she was different that was
It He was fed up on tbe prom
trotters. Did Phil sta-d anywhere
with berT Well, then, she waa bis.
During Gar's whirlwind wooing
iltty had not thought of any mate
' lal advantages aha might gain In
uarrylng him. That be waa the son
Jt Dalton Frew, of Frew and Win
ters, grain merchants, meant noth
ing to her. 8he had not the vaguest
idea lust what grain merchants
were. But of every detail ot Gar's
oandsome features, bis charm of
manner, his carefully careless col
eglate attire she waa always ecstat
ically aware. He was the dark
balred, dark-eyed lover ot ber girl
ish dreaming.
"I'll love keeping house. Gar.
Mother always said I waa a very
cood housekeeper." Kitty bad said
during their honeymoon on Panther
Mountain.
Jacksonville
Jot Crane, who hu been 111 nfsrly
til winter. U now much Improved
MlM Alice Wrd of Med ford wiu
wwn-rna (ifa. 01 miroeue uun
' nlngton.
Jacksonville baseball town team
and Junior teuton team held a
practice game Sunday.
Don Kenny U employed at 6a
u. Calif.
Jerry Jerome of Med ford and Mr.
R owl In of Buvene, called Thureday
tvenlnf on C. B. Dunning ton,
A complete family reunion ot the
F. V.. Stsvsnson family waa held
March 39 at Mr. and Mrs Ray Bte
veneona. tt waa the flrat time In
over 20 yean they had assembled
Thnae preeent were F. V. Btevenaon
of Q rant Pais. Mra. Laney Bteven
on and Mr. and Mra. R. C. Steven
on ot Balem. Mr. and Mra Marlon
Stevenson and eon. Gerald. Mr. and
Mra. fUjr Bttvaoaoo and family and
FREW
ABBOTT
"My wife Isn't going to alare In a
kitchen."
"But. Gar, we wouldn't want
anyone else around us. How much
will you earn, Gar?"
"Ob, I guess Dad will start me
with at least seventy-fire a week."
And that bad seemei. a fortune
to Kitty. She bad calculated swift
ly; out of It tbey would sava some
thing. "I don't Intend to stick all my
life to Dad's business. I'd like to get
Into the diplomatic service. Or
some big brokerage Srm In New
York wo'd ban an apartment on
Park Avenue. Kit."
Whatever Gar wanted to do be
could do, Kitty knew.'
On their last night at Panther
Mountain they bad sat on a pin
nacle of rock to watch the moon
rise.
"Tomorrow at this time you'll be
In Winton, Kit You'll like It."
"I'll like It anywhere with you.
Gar." She had put her bead on
bis shoulder, soberly contented In
their closoness. It would be always
like tbls, she bad thought, wbor
ever tbey were.
And now, the very next day, rid
ing with Gar In the tul from the
station, she bad lost something of
that beautiful contentment.
She was thinking of that tone In
Gar's voice wben be had talked tc
Margery Crosby, the . eagerness ol
which .bad left ber on the outside.
Tbe approaching meeting with Gar'a
family loomed terrlfylngly before
her.
She wished Gar would take hold
ot her hand, ber hands were trem
bling so.
But Gar waa Intent upon point
ing out to her places ot Interest
along tbe way.
Presently they atopped before i
pretenttoua mansion ot Georgian
line and proportions.
"Here we are, Kit! Some little
dump, Isn't it!" His voice was
frankly proud. He did not notice
that Kitty made no answer.
He did not use a key. He rang the
bell Impatiently. And after what
seemed to Kitty a long Interval the
door w. opened by a white-headed
man In somboi purple livery.
"Hello, Pound, how are youf Thla
la my wife. Tbe mother In?"
Kitty saw the man flash her
look of friendly Interest Hegr'nned
at Gar even while he touched bla
forehead In formal salute.
"Mrs. Frew will see you at tea, at
halt past four, Mr. Gar, she aald.
She said the that you were to use
your old room."
"She did, did abet What'a the
matter wltb putting my wife In the
blue room?" Oar frowned though
bla brow cleared almoat at once.
"Oh, well, ehe'll Bx ne up later.
Come along, Pound, get thla lug
gage up." "urnlng to Kitty he
awuug he. unceremoniously Into
his armc and ran up the winding
stalrwa ahead of tbe servant.
He did not put ber down until hi
had mounted another flight ol stain
to the third floor where In a wldt
room he deposited her In a dee)
leather rbalr.
"Gar!" She dug her tace In bit
shoulder. She laughed but her
laugh was shaky. "Gar, I'm terribly
scared, coming here. Maybe yout
mother's angry. If you'd come horn
without me, ehe'd have ber
here"
(Copyright, Jam Abbott)
Oar tikes Kitty te Hint kit
mother, tomorrow. Mr. Frew ;
entaeonlim seems Imminent
Mr. and Mra, Chester Moor and
family.
Bill Knutren of Copper waa in
Jacksonville Tuesday, en routs to
Albany, where he haa employment
for the nummer.
Pike Thurman of Oakland, Cal.,
vUlted hla mother Mra, Johnson,
and friends her this week.
Mra. Horace Lyle of Central Point
entered the Jacksonville sanitarium
last week for treatment.
Alma Osburne. who haa been as
sisting at the Jacksonville sani
tarium several months, underwent
a major operation at the Commun
ity bonpltat Tuesday. Drs. H. B.
and J. B. OUHit operated.
Mrs. James Anderson underwent
an operation at the Sacred Heart
hoepttal Thursday.
Bill Wtnntngham of Klamath
Palls was a businesa viMtor here
Tuesday. He also visited hla father
Mark Wlnnlnham. at Copper.
Mr. and Mrs. Oeorge Morgan and
children of Klamath Palls, who vis
ited re tat Ives here ten day, re
turned home Wednesday.
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