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P1QE ETGTTT irEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORI), OREGON, THURSDAY, APRIL 14, 1932 KITTY FRE .by JANC ABBOTT, WW KYNOPSItt "You'r alllltitf on a trap and it ten't a pretty one." Kitty Frew' ftsr-in-liuj. Carol, warns her. Carol dtsliket Kitty, out finde om pltatur in opening Kitty'e eyee lo the situation. Smn their marriage Kittu and Oarlield Frew have been etaylnp with hie family. Hie mother, disappointed at hie choirs of a wile, give him f lenty of money and telle him not o pa to u'orfe tnr a while. Kitty dislikes the reevltinp aimleee tile of amueement. but whru ehe trlee to make Oar practical, he geie angry and telle her ehe te "imaH Joujb." tier prettineee and good common sense make little impree eian on Oar'e frtende. Chief among them te Marge Croebv, tuho enube her while ehe trite to get Oar away from Kitty. Marge has caught Oar'e interest iclth eome amateur theatricals they are vorking on, and Oar epende much ol hie time away from Kittu, Chapter 11 , WHO HOLDS TRUMP6T "fUMOhf" Kltty'a cry waa sharp, an ideal matcn weal I h and family. . , ." The words shot across her memory, Mrs. Frew bad said It of someon Joan Travers and Jerry Mont. "Carol, atop! Why why ahould you want to hurt meT" Carol shrugged her shoulders, "I told you I had my own reasons. And maybe when you're sunk your self you like to see someone else writhe." "Well, I'm not wrlthlnr. Not eren to please you am I going to let you disturb me. I'm sorry you're not happy. I enn't under stand It. You have everything most anyone could want" Carol's answer was explosive. "Everything! You've ' lived here . two months and can't uet Why, I'd leave this bouse In a minute It I could just as David did. I will, Bome day." Over her own outraged emotions Kitty felt a need of Carol's greater tban her own and It held her, pity. lng, for a moment. But she had no way of reaching through Carol's strange unfriendliness, and before any word could be spoken Carol went on, scornfully. "I thought maybe I could open your eyes but yon won't listen. You can't see a game when It's played right under your nose. Well, that's that." Kitty's control was close to break. lng. She would not let Carol see It break. She would not writhe for Carol's satisfaction! But the had to eatch the back of her chair and hold tightly to It to steady herself, "If you mean Oar and Marge I'll trast Oar to play any game falrl" Carol had moved toward the door. She turned with a little mocking mile. "But Marge Isn't holding the trumps, you seel Or that'a what you don't see!" When the door closed behind Carol, Kitty knew only a hot In dignation In whlcb Carol's parting taunt lost all significance. "She wants me to be Jealous! She jwanta Oar and me to quarrel. Well, I won't. We won't." She'd been forewarned. Indeed. She'd been vary close to Jealously this evening. She could thank Carol for saving her. Her moment's pity for Carol was (one. Of course Carol wasn't hap py; who could be happy who so enjoyed the process of hurting someone elsef She and Oar mutt get away from thla bouse, from Carol's spying, watching for opportunities to say uch things as she had aald tonight. "I'll talk to Oar'a father tomor row morning," Gar came In a little after ten. Ehe met him almost gayly. Oh, she'd been ever so busy, "We closed that deal for the barn, Kit" Oar threw off his coat and lighted a cigarette. "It's going to be a knock-out, the whole thing. Marge boa an architect making some drawings already. And Som erset say, that boy'a a headache! He'a had a past or I can't smell one. But he knows his job. And yon wait He'a going to make a head liner out of Marge before ehe's through with him." Oar . had drawn Kitty down into his lap and she cuddled her head against his boulder happily. She was think ing, not of Somerset and Marge and the barn but that when they had their own home It would be Ilka this, they'd sit like this before a fire and talk. But her determination to talk to Oar'a father atayed with hor. She slipped oat of bed early the next morning and dressed quietly so as not to waken Oar. Slit watched the clock and when Its hands point ed to the exact hour of eight she went downstairs, her heart beating a little fast because this talk meant 10 much. Mr. Frew was already at the table, his newspaper spread before him. Oh, why, Kitty thought as she went In, hadn't she got down before he'd started reading it But his welcome seemed to bold only real delight "This Is nice, Kitty to have your company. Perhaps It I bad your pretty face across from me every morning my digestion might be better." And Pound smiled, too, and be gan devoting himself to her neede. "Mr. Frew" And then the ab surdity of that checked ber, to have no more Intimate name by which to catcb his attention! But he bad not heard It "Well, are yon happy with us here, my dearf" Eventually ha came to his usual question and Kit ty pounced on It in relief. "Ob, yes! But I've been think ing I cam down this morning to ask you Is that position in your office atlll open to Oar?" Her voice trembled In spite of ber. Mr. Frew looked a little vague. "What position, my dear? Of course we might make room for him somewhere. I've always played with the Idea of bis coming Into the office some time. But his mother led me to believe he'd made other plans." Kitty caught the table edge with tight fingers. "He hasn't any other plans, that Is none that will get us anywhere! And ha ought to begin working. We ought to be living In our own home, Independently. If you'd make him think yon needed blm, maybe" Her earnestness brought Mr. Frew's full attention to her. There was a little kindling of satisfaction on bis face. "You're rlgbt, Kitty. The boy ought to begin working. Tell blm to come in at tour o'clock this afternoon. We'll talk things over there'll be soma place I can put him into. I've just bought a new business block be might take over the renting of the offices." "Oh, I know he could do It" Kit ty cried and then laughed that she should be extolling Oar'a ability to bis own father. Mr. Frew patted her band. "I didn't think the girls nowadays bothered their beads about practi cal matters. So you want a borne of your own" For a moment she fancied a quality of .wJattulneBS In his tene. "Well, make yours, Kitty, and keep It a home. Don't let it get to be a mere abell of a thing" "Like thla house," she Snlshed silently for him, on a flash of un derstanding. But that understand ing was lost at once In her Joj that he'd promised to talk to Oar. And If for even an Instant Dalton Frew had felt any longing tor t home that waa not a mere shell, even a gorgeous abell, that appar ently waa gone, too, In hla concern at the lateness of the hour. You're made me forget that hare a very busy day ahead of me, little Kitty," be lamented. Oar did not waken until nearly noon. By that time Kitty had com pleted In ber fancy the home they would have, to Its smallest cub board. Tbey would buy their fur niture carefully, a few pictures, pic tures they hung because they meant something to them. Books they have books, everywhere, not just in stiff rows. Oh, no. their home should never come to be a shell of a place; there would be love In It laughter, non sense, a need of one tor the other. She'd have Oar'a father and mother, even Carol, come for dinner often. And David. David must come to alt before their fire, to know that their walls were walla that put arms around you When Oar wakened ehe met him with shining eyes, a merry mood. "Qar, I've a wondorful surprlsel" But she would not tell blm, she aald, until after he'd had hla break. fast; she teased him, eluded him when he tried to kiss her, shook her head, laughing, when he made absurd guesses as to ber surprise. When she told him she put het arms about bla neck. "Oar, your father has a splendid position for yon, right awayl It'a something to do with a new building he'a bought. Renting the offices He wants you to go In at tour o'clock today to talk about It!" Oar pulled her hair. "Since when have yon been getting chummy with Dad? I haven't heard of any netf building." I ate breakfast with him thli morning. It waa nice. I think h liked It And we talked of things." Ha, I'm jealousl What things!' I told htm that we ought to have a home of our own. Oar." Shi waited, then a prayer heating with every pound of her heart (Copyright. Jane Abbott) U n I n t n t tonal avdropplnB flvtt Kitty the kty to Mrs. Frew's rlcktry. In the next Installment. Beagle Grangers In Program Presented Sams Valley Hall SAMS VAL.UEY, Or., April U (8pl Beagle mmbfi of the Bms VnUi-jr Grange put on th program April 1J. Including ft pmy written by Mrs. R. H. 6wm.Ur. Wet) known county rvMritnt vera Inipe raonftttd cleverly. Win, Perry of El rotnt .;hi i.hort rendiUR on married Ufe. Candidates Initiated In th third tnU fourth degrees wtr Mrs, Johnnie Mnrrla, Desmond Hweet tvni iorta Merlin, Te egg eatables concocted by I'd Orange ladles were. Judged by tin, Wm. Perry of Eagle Point and inst prlre went to Miw lori Rich ctifion on an angel food cake and (M'-c.iU went to little Btalna Clem on i on dvtled egg. Vlaltore vera Mr. and Mrs, Wm, Perry. Mr. and Mra. Bam coy, Mr. and Mil. Rom Kline and Mr. Laiuitng of agl Point, Nominate Officers Of P. T.A.Friday, Central Point Club CENTRAL POINT, April 14. (SpU Central Point PT. A, met Friday afternoon at the high school, with Mra. Traoy, the president. In the chair. 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