PXGE EIGHT
JfEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDPORD. OREGON. THURSDAY, APRIL 28, 1932.
KITTY FREW
.by JANC ABBOTT
SYKOPSlt: Recently a brii.
Kitty Frevt find hertelf working
in a ttore. becaute her hueband
Oar would rather live with hi
wealthy parent than oet a lob.
Rhe telle hi half-brother David
that Oar will com for her. AW
though. Oar' mother influence
him aaainet her, Kitty expect him
to core to work. ,
Chapter IT
TWO KITTYS
TNAYTD abook bit head. Ht did
not look at her.
"Oh, David whjr doesn't he lend
me lomj word? I I can't, bear
It!"
"Oh. yes, yon can, Kitty." He
poke gruffly.
She'd eald that before, to David,
and he'd answered her like that,
And Invariably she'd stiffened her
elf to her unbearable heartache,
She did1 now with a quick lift of
her chin which David saw.
'"I'm eating with you girls to
Bight , Oysters" be Indicated
carton be was carrying carefully,
"Maybe Max will drop In and give
us some music."
And Just as David wanted her to,
Kitty thought of Max and his music.
The fun of sitting around the old
table, In what Dorcaa called her
"night-club," eating the oysters.
Dorcaa was there before them, a
big gingham apron tied around her.
The lamps were lit, a little fire
kindled on the hearth. Coffee was
botllng.
Dorcaa usually enlivened such
times with a vivid recounting of her
day. Her assignments ranged from
accused criminals to socialities,
' Today she had had a particular
ly delightful experience. The Timet
though Its publicity had been on
covering rare old editions for
local bookstore. A letter bad come
to Dorcas' attention, written In
,flne script, Reading It, seeing the
delicate pointed handwriting, she
had tensed a story and followed It
op.
"I wish you could have seen him,
David you'd use him for a char
acter. He had a shawl around him,
actually. ' white hair, like a fine
little mist around bis head and
. pink cheeks. And blue eyes like a
child's. . And so - polite I must
have the only comfortable chair In
the room and he must stand bowing
until I sat down. And David, what
do you think he owns? A first edl
tlon of the Old Curiosity Shop
.Ton should have seen how he ca
ressed It. It had been given to his
father by Dickens himself. Will he
ell It? Thank Ood, no."
i But Dorcas' enthusiasm was for
the little old man rather than for
the rare old book. Ha didn't know
anyone In Wlnton; he lived here
because his grandson had put him
here in the back room of a board
ing house. Dorcas had touched on
a hunger that had not been satis-
Bed. "He's an exile."
A mischievous look had leaped to
her eyes. "I'm going to take him
with me to Aunt Lydla's, Sunday.
She says there aren't any real gen
tlemen left In the world. I'm going
10 enow her she's wrong. Won't
Ihey look sweet talking together?1
; Frequently Dorcas spoke, with
affectionate, amusement, .of her
Aunt I.ydia, who was, she had ex
plained to Kitty, her one root Kit-
ly had gathered that to a certain
age this relative had directed Dor
cas life. She It was who had sent
Dorcaa to the girls' school near
Poughkeepsle, of which .Dorcas
poke often, scornfully. Dorcas had
left It to "go on her own." But her
precious Independence hadn't quite
narred Aunt Lydla. Every Sunday
ha dressed with great care and
to a degree of elegance In marked
contrast to the carelessness of her
appearance during the week and
went to her aunt's for dinner. But
Aunt Lydla, as far as Kitty knew,
never came to Ketcbum Street
Max Adler appeared with his vio
lin before they had cleared the
meal away. And after him Mark
Qulnn, bursting In noisily. He'd
been promoted at the garage. Now
he contd afford an extra evening
with the life class. He sat on
David's cushion before the fire star
ing Into It, dreaming, until David
ordered him, off. . Emll Schelllng
ran up smiling, expansive with the
xood fortune of a new pupil. Max
played for them, one thing after
another, walking up and-down the
length of the room while he played.
Kitty, relaxed In the deep chair
that was always hers, closed her
eyes and her brain to everything
but the thin, sweet, lifting tones.
On his cushion David dropped his
cheek against his hands, where
they clssped his knees, and
watched Kitty. Mark Qulnn, his
back to the others, stared Into he
little' fire, Emll Schelllng beat his
flnirers noiselessly against the arm
of his rhalr, his face Illumined hy
aome Inner ecstasy. A great con
tentment hung over them; Mme
stood (till yesterday and the day
to come were nothing.
The evening was like other eve
nings. After the music they argued,
David with young Mark, heatedly,
Dorcaa with both of them. Emll
Schelllng grumbled and grunted
and Max Adler denounced all their
Ideas.
Kitty let their voice tide over
and around her, while ber thought
went off on a much-traveled course
of their own. Another day without
Oar! That It bad come and gone
and that she had lived through It
gave her a dull amazement, a If
she saw before her a girl who was
neither Kitty Brandon, for whom
life had been so joyously simple, or
Kitty Frew, a girl who could go
on eating, sleeping, talking, laugh
ing, taking down tweed ensembles
and hanging them back again, un
folding and folding sweaters and
blouses, saying briskly over and
over: "Can I help you. Madam?"
and come back here to count what
she had gained In self-respectl To
night she shrank from that other
girl who could so go on; all that
was tired and disheartened and
lonely in her cried out against that
self-respect, sbe didn't want It! She
wanted Oar, Oar! The sudden un
bearable longing tor him brought
hot pricking tears to her eyes so
that she bad to shut them tight and
hold them so.
But after a little she opened them
to meet David's kind, concerned
glance. - He gave ber a quick smile
and she felt steadied, as if a hand
had been put on her.
When they were all gone, when.
Dorcaa had put out die lamps and
spread the fire and eald good-night,
Kitty went on to the little room
that waa hers. ' It was not much,
of a room for It was bare and fur-
nlshed only with a pine bureau
and small iron bed and a table and
a cbalr and its wall-paper wag
faded and a little dingy but It was
hers, for the total of three dollars
a week.
Before she undressed she sat
down at the table and entered the
day's expenses In a small memo
randum book. Breakfast, twenty
five cents, lunch, thirty cents, stock
ings, a dollar and a quarter. She
contemplated ,the figures she en
tered. . Upless some unexpected ex
pense came up she could save eight
dollars this week. She'd saved ten
the week before. When the amount
reached fifty dollars she would put
It In the bank.
She put the book In her bureau
drawer. She laid out a fresh blouse
for the next morning, hung away
her suit Undressed, she wound
her alarm dock, switched off hot
light and opened her window wide
to the cool darkness of the night,
She turned her back on the dark
ness as It filled her room. She
closed her oyes resolutely. Sleep
sbe must have for the strain of the
next day. She picked a safe thread
of thought and followed It. Those
tweed thlnga simply must be sold
another week or so and no one
would want them!
Mrs. Frew's day began early wltb
prescribed system of exercises.
After this she ate her breakfast
which Cora brought to her room.
She ate leisurely, heartily. When
Cora carried her. tray away she lay
on her chaise-longue and read for
an hour, the morning paper, a mag
azine, perhaps a book of new fic
tion. After that, for another hour,
she submitted herself to Cora's
clever fingers and Cora's cleverly
directed flattery, finding both stim
ulating. At eleven o'clock she re
ceived Pound to go over with him
the orders for the day.
But on the morning following
Kitty's flight from the house,
Pound came to her door a full half-
hour before she expected to see him.
Pound was so obviously disturbed
that Mrs. Frew dismissed Cora at
once. ...
'Well, Pound r
It's Mrs, Oar, madam. She's
gone"
Mrs, Frew's expression did not
alter though Pound, if ha had not
been so. completely held In his dis
tress, might have heard a quick In
drawing of her breath.
What do you mean, Pound?"
She went last night She went
alone. Mr. Garfield had gone out-
think he went out to dinner,
likely. And she went out ust after
him. She took her hag, madam. I
called a taxi tor her. She scorned
well, she teemed upset, madam. If
may he so bold, I'd say Mrs. Oar
hasn't been happy all the time. She
acted like she had something on
her mind. I worried about her go
ing like that, I thought maybe 1
ourV.t to tell tome one. But Mr. Gai
Isn't In his room."
' Copyright, Jan Abbott)
TAII SPIN TOMMY In The Clear!
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Dd UAL r-OKKfcsl t-
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Kitty comt In eonfllet with Ms
mothtr't Inttnts tomorrow.
THREE AUTO THIEVES
AT
ROSEBURO, Ore., April 3. UP)
Sheriff V. T. Jackson eald today
that Charlea Fuller, 14 Batey and
Archie SearU, ell of Rutaelvtllt In
MulVqomah county, have confessed
not fcnly to the theft of eq tutomo
bile belonging to w. S. Woodward
of Salem and Albany, but to the
tteallng of two other maoMnes. The
three were arrested late Tuesday at
Drain following recovery of the
Woodward car which wsj abandoned
at Leon.
,
Real gfctate or Insurance Leave It
to Jem. Phone 796. ,
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UNION PACIFIC
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NSW YORK, April 88. (API The
annual report of the Union Pacltio
Railroad company, Issued today, dis
closes that the company came with
in alft3.au of earning Its HO per
ahare dividends on outstanding com
mon stock.
After vavtous charges, net earnings
for the common stock totaled taa,
076,688, or aooa a ahare, compared
with 834.764.381, or 818 88 a ahare
In 1930. Dlvldenda on the common
In 1931 amounted to tJ3.3iD.loo.
Beat Utah Coal, 813.60 per ton,
Medford Fuel Co. Tel. 831.
Beit Utah coal, 813 60 per ton,
Uedlord Fuel Co. Tel. 631.
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