Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, April 27, 1932, Image 6

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Newspaper Page TextPAOB SIX MEPFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFOR1), OREGON, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27, 1932. KITTY FREW by JANE ABBOTT TAILSPIN TOMMY A Free Ride As Prisoners!. B; Ul.ENN CHAFFIM and UAL rUBBESS BYNOP8IB: A eudden propotal. hurried wedding, and brief honey mon leave Kitty Freut bewildered!? Hvtno with her husband' parent, trying to learn eophiatioation over night. Her hiteband, Qarfleld, re fue to work. Hi mother re tent Kitty' lack of social place ment, ana Kitty runt away to Oar'e half-brother and hi friend Doroat, Chapter It WHILE KITTY WAITS "VOU bare to bang on to your self-respect or you're nowhere,' Dorcas ssld finally, concisely. "Now It's up to you to see through. But you don't have to plan anything tonight Tomorrow'll be time enough. Let's get to bed. I'll fix you on the couch here." She sprang up and vigorously fell to work transforming the couch into a bed, folding covers, spreading sheets and blankets. She tucked the covers about Kitty's shoulders and the touch of her hand was warming and reas tiring. Like a weary child Kitty snuggled further down under the oft blankets. The embers of the Are made fingers of light across the darkened room. Through the halt- open door of Dorcas' bedroom Kitty oould see her moving back and forth. A blessed drowsiness enwrapped her. Tomorrow, they'd plan things out Dorcas would help her. But tomor row Oar would come tor her, of course! It was closing time at Stratton's department store, three weeka later. The last-mlnuts shoppers had hur ried off. The salesclerks were put ting away the stock, working furl' ously against precious time. No. 12 In the sportswear depart ment was banging tweed ensembles jln a case. Her unaccustomed fingers imade slow work of It and the other girls, folding sweaters and blouses, watched her and smiled slvlr at one lajiother. No. 12 was new and It was game to leave to a new one the lob of hanging the suits away. It took Jongor. A bright-eyed, blonde girl passing No. 12, hesitated, "dee, don't bother o much. Lee's gone." She caught up an armful of the garments and swung them on to the bar of the case. "Rotten day, wasn't It?" No. 11 knew Josle Price was try ing to be friendly. Her tired face flushed gratefully. She agreed that It bad been a rotten day. - "Bet you're dead," Josle went on. "My feet used to hurt as It they had colls on 'em. But you get used to It. I guess you get used to most any thing unless It's Lee's tongue, after the ad bunch've taken her for a ride, Anyway, you don't have to mind that, do yout Didn't she take you Into her office?" Miss Lee, the head of the depart ment, had taken No. 12 Into her office while she checked over new stock. But just then No. 12 was too tired to wonder why Josle put the Question, to read Into It the jeal ousy with which each saleaclerk oh lerved any distinction paid to any one ot them. No. 12 had not been at Btratton'a long enough to lift her yes toward the glamorous position of assistant buyer. "Why, yes, she did," she answered Uredly. "Oh, well, she's taken us all In, one time or another." They took their wraps from their lockers. Josle Jammed a tight lit tle red hat down over ber bead, ar ranged croscents of blonde hair at each temple, applied powder to her nose and a daub ot scarlet to her lips. She drew her coat tightly about her thin hips, holding It there with crossed arms. "Taking the street csr home?" Her eyes were pointed with curios-. Ity. "No. I walk home." "Well, by by. Miss Brandon. See rou tomorrow." "Good night Miss Prloe." "Oh, make It Josle!" the friendly losle called over a bunched shoul der. Stratton's knew No. 12 as Kathar ine Brandon. As she wslked out Into the chilled dusk, Kitty felt a little cheered by Josle's advances. Until today the girls In ber department bad left her alone. Her own fault of course he'd wanted to be friendly, but In her awkwardness she'd felt shy, and probably they'd taken that for tandoftlsbness. Josle was a leading spirit In the sportswear department. She was good-natured, sympathetic and ready with Joke, mimicked her customers when they departed, ban tered with the doormen. Every morning she regaled her associates wtth her experiences of the evening before. Dates and boy-friends made the substance of her easy chatter. She was alsrt In her work, ap proaching shoppers with an atten- tlveness that held them and mor often than not sold something to them. This and the fact that sh bad been In Stratton's for foui years, beginning at the bundle desk gave hor an unofficial seniority orei the othgrs. Kitty bad recognised that seniority. Thinking of Josle, she walked swiftly, liking the touch ot the cool air against her tired face. Llk JoBle and the hundreds ot others who had left Stratton's before her, she felt a sense of lightness with the day behind hor. At this hour even the pain in her heart lifted little. Most of all she walked swiftly because she was going back to Ketchum Street and Ketchum Street meant to Dorcas' room with Its lamplight and Its fire Dorcas aerself. It had been three weeks since that night David had taken her to Dorcas, Infinitely longer when ahi measured It In heartache. Gar bad not tried to find her. He must know where she was Pound knew and must have told him. Dorcas had taken her to Strat ton's. Dorcas knew the head of the personnel there. The wages Strat ton's paid her gave her a meager Independence. She was living In small room on the same floor as Dorcas' apartment. Kitty knew now that Dorcas owned the old house on Ketchum Street. She knew that Mrs. Oentle to Whom she paid her week's rent only acted as Dorcas' agent. David had told her about Mrs. Oentle. One day Dorcas had found her, destitute, ovicioa witn nor two children from a basement apartment In the block and had taken her In. "She can get on If someone Just gives her a hand," David had quoted Dorcas as saying. And Mm. Oentle, Installed In the big kitchen of the old house, sleeping In what once had been the dining room, bad gotten on, just as Emll Schelllng was getting on, Kitty herself. Kitty had met others In Dorcas' apartment, to whom she knew Dorcas had given a hand. Young Mark Qulnn who worked In a garage and went to art classes at night, Leah Moore, a lawyer, thirty, cyni cal, brilliant of Intellect decrying sentiment, sneering at any Ideals and yet somehow softening to hu manness after an evening around Dorcas' fire; Max Adler, a sensitive faced, dark-browed Jew, shouting communism yet arrogant blmself. He was a violinist It was Dorcas who had secured tor him a place In the Palace Theater orchestra. Per haps Dorcas had holped them all, In one way or another, to regain their self-respect In the' ups and downs of everything each of (hem was doing, Dorcas showed a deep In terest, Hut she would not tolerate whining, "Oh, stand up" she'd cry Impatiently at such times. Kitty had heard her berate David. You haven't done a bit of work to day. I can tell by the hang of your head. Are you going to be content all your life with a column of drib ble for the" Times' Well, If you are, go on home." And David had gone, his face angry, slamming the door behind him. Kitty had come to know, with some excitement that David's work was the writing ot a novel. But neither he nor Dorcas talked about It except, now and then, to exchange some portlnont comment concern ing It or a question and a brlot answer, or often, on Dorcas' part, a harp rebuke. It seemed to be something between the two ot them and Kitty sensed that Dorcas cared groat deal about it: Bhe'd seen the look In her eyes whon David went out, slamming the door behind him. sorry, tender look. Kitty, even In her most Intimate moments with Dorcas never touched on ber own discouragement She could toll David how frightfully tired she got And with David she could talk of Oar. David hadn't said anything about self-respect David's sympathy was different from Dorcas'. Four blocks from Stratton's was the Timet building. As Klttj reached It David stepped from the wide entrance way and joined her, ust as he met her nearly every evonlng, making the encounter seem to happen without any planning. And always, on the Instant of seeing him, tall and lanky, a little shabby, nat pulled down over his eyoe, Kilty felt a little rush ot gladness. "Well, how did It go today?" ' "Oh, hotter." Her eyes clung to David's face. She slipped her hand through his arm. David, did yon see him today! 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The number of hens and pullets of laying age averaged T7.4 per farm compared with 60.6 a year ago, 84.0 two yean ago and a S-year April average of 83 4. wheat, arrived In Eugene last night and Is being stored here preparatory to being diatrlbuted to needy fami lies of Lane county. WHEAT ARRIVES FOR LANE COUNTY NEEDY eVOENE, Ore , April 117. (P -Fourlren hundrrd ssrks of flour, milled, truia federal farm board 1932 Prune Crop Will Be Small PORTLAND. April 1. fjr, Baa ing Its conclusion on the latent trade survey, tha Journal ssld today "The Pacific coast will, In 1832, have a smaller than normal crop of prunes, from present Indications." 4 Registrar HeMgna SALEM. Ore. April 97. H") H. W. Tenant, registrar of Willamette university for many years, resigned his position yenterday. It waa an nounced here. He will leave for Cal ifornia to taks charge of a boys' rhool. . K'tacada Plans progressing for obstruction of 140.000 school build-1 'inf. I By SOL HESS. 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