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v. PXGB EIGHT MEDFORT) MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORI). OREGON, SUNDAY, MAT 1, 1932. KITTY FREW .by JANE ABBOTT await trom her hueband. Oar. be- oaue h think a rich man' eon ioeen't need to work. Hit mother . leant the marriape broken off be- . eauee of Kitty' lack of eoctal po eitton. and ttee Kitty1 abeence to influence Oar aoainet hie wife. He cultivate Uarg Croeby while Kitty work. ' Chapter II DON'T BE ALARMED" -I'HAT'8 exactly what's been the trouble, mower, uar - earn. "Klttj hasn't jotten on to our way ot IItIdk. She thlnki leliure la loar Inf. and In Brldgewater loaflng'a a sin. But she 11 learn, "Ot course, dear. She must learn. Tour father has spent the best part of bis life In building up a fortune and an honorable place In our com' munlty. These will be yours some day. And we wsnt you to use both for the advancement of culture and good citizenship. Kitty must see that such occupation Is worthy a man's time, t had hoped you would marry some girl who had been reared to the responsibility of wealth, soma girl . like Margery Crosby, but as your choice a haaty choice you must let me repeat, Oar tell on Kitty, we must make the best ot it." ' "You're wonderful," Oar repeated warmly. "Now run away, dear. I've a very busy day ahead ot me.' "I'll hunt up Pound, Maybe Kitty left some message with him fori me." "I'm sorry, Oar. I have had to dismiss Pound. I discovered that he was shockingly dishonest.' "Pound?" Oar stared at her. Old Pound "It distressed me to send him away. But to have kept him on would have undermined the whole service In the house." "Tou must have hated to tire him! How long fourteen years, Isn't It? He came that fall I was getting over the measles. And he's been putting tt over you all that time, haa he? The old devil!" "rd rather not talk about It, Gar. I do feel very badly over It" Oar left his mother's room and went to his own no dress. Half dressed he called Marge on the tele phone. Bhe'd wanted him to come In for tea. Somerset and Dl and ome of the others . were coming, nd they were going to talk over the casting of the drst play. He'd told her be didn't think he could make It; he'd thought of Kitty, that he'd been leaving her alone too much. Well, now, Kitty had left him. He Informed Marge, when he topped for her, that Kitty had gone to visit her family. She might be there a week or more. Her mother wasn't very well. He remembered; conveniently, that Kitty had said that her mother wasn't welt "Good I" Marge cried. Then she laughed. "I mean It, Oar I need you o much Juat now. I'm sunk whenever I think of building over that barn. And you know so much more than I do." He spent the greater part of each day that followed with Marge and Decker, the architect He lunched with Marge, going over with her the plans and plumbers' and painters' estimates which Decker sent In, Somerset usually met them at tea' time and then later the others tor dinner somewhere. Because his room seemed lonesome without Kit ty be spent only enough time in It to dress and undress and sleep. Every morning going down earlier than was bis custom he asked Jones, ine new butler, it there's been a telegram for him or a letter, Every morning be stopped In his mother a room to talk to her. He told her what the Players were do ing. "You won't believe your eyes, toother, when you see that old barn Marge sure Is an artist She knows'what she wanta too. We hunted all over the city yesterday for some old lanterns big ones. She's going to have them bronsed. The proscenium arch's going tu be mauve and bronie. Decker couldn't get It at first, but Marge stuck to It Of course when tt comes to the plumbing and that sort of detail she depends on me." "Of course!" , . But alter a little shutting him self out of his room, rushing here and there with Marge and the others could not crowd down his hunger tor Kitty. His mother guessed It noted his growing restlessness. He sought her out early one morn ing. Cora had net yet begun her op eratlons, and be found his mother reclining on her chaise-longue, the newspaper spread before her. She knew what he was going to say be fore he apoke, "Mother, I can't stand It any longer not hearing or anything. I'm going to Brldgewater. We'll talk things out" Mrs. Frew let her hesd drop back against the pillows behind her. 8h drew her chiffon negligee closei about her throat and held It there, as If she were cold. "I know, dear boy, how you feel" Her voice was a little detached and seemed by Its detachment to put Oar's loneliness in the background. She hesitated an appreciable mo ment "I was going to ask you. Gar, If you'd go out to Denver with me. There's to be a National Conference on Child Welfare, and I must go. But I'm not feeling very well. Oh, my dear, don't be alaxmedl It may be nothing. I've talked with Doctor Rlggs, and he's watching my condi tion. But I dread the traveling alone, strange hotels, meeting strangers, I know It's selfish to ask you to go with me when you so long to go to Kitty" Gar's concern was all that she could want his answer prompt "Mother, ot course I'll gol But you ought not to take the trip, I'll ask Rlggs If you ought to " "No, no, Oar. He might say I couldn't go and 1 must It's a very important conference, . And .the change, the drier climate" she held, the chiffon closer to her throat "may help me, If you go with me." "And please, Oar, don't mention It to anyone, your father" - He saw her face pale, her atti tude languid. He kissed her tender ly. He bad difficulty keeping boy ish teara out of his eyes. In all his life be could not remember a time when bis mother had admitted even to so much as a headache. "You're good to me, dear boy. Am I asking too much? A few days " "We'll stay until you're set up again, mother, Kltty'd want me to stick by you." A few days later the Wlnton Times Informed Its . readers that Mrs. Dalton ?rew and her son, Mr. Garfield Frew were In Denver for the National Conference on Child Welfare. And. less conspicuously In the column: "Mrs. Garfield Frew Is spondlng November In Brldgewater, the guest of Mr. and Mrs. John Bran don." It was Kitty's habit to read the Times while she ate her breakfast In the restaurant where David bad taken her that first night she had come to Ketchum Street. She al ways scanned the social page close ly for any word of Oar or bis mother, Margery Crosby, the prog ress of the Little Theater. She read now that Oar was with his mother In Denver. And almost at once the she was In Bridge water. Her first shock and hurt gave way to puzilement at that She stared at the brief lines, stupid ly. Oar thought she had gone hornet Pound had not told him And then deep In her heart a little flame of hope kindled and grew. Oar surely bad written to her at Brldgewater before be went away He wouldn't go away without some word. All the dreary discouragement, the ache of waiting lifted from her. Of course Oar hadn't worried about her because be thought she was home with her father and mother. He'd shown himself stubborn but she could smile even at that, now, In her great relief. She could think of his going away with his mother without any anger. It wouldn't be for long conferences that brought Important busy people together never lasted long and then he'd come back to find her. But It a letter went to Bridge water addressed to her, her family would think that something waa wrong! She considered such a com plication, a little dismayed. She had not told her father and mother that she was alone on Ketchum Street She bad worded carefully one letter to them letting It give them the Impreslson that she and Gar were In an apartment ot their own. She'd bated the deceit but she hated more telling them all that had happened. They'd believed so simply In hers and Oar's happiness. She could telegraph them. She pushed her uneaten breakfast awav from her and went out hurriedly; she could not waste so much as a minute. She remembered a tele graph office near the Times building. Oar gone to Denver with his mother. Planned to visit you while he was away but found It impossi ble. Send any mall back here." Eighty cents, a hole In her sav ings, but she could not think of that, minimise words with this alow of expectancy so consuming ber. It seemed such a thing ot certainty, mm uar nan written I This was rnuay; oy sionnay nis lotter would be back to her. fCopyrtgat, Jon Abbott I Kill), has thought htrlf hidden end safe, but Carol eroesoe her path tomorrow. HAPPY LAD GOES 10 SCHOOL Shoes to Webster, "A roverlna for the human foot, having thick end somewhat stiff solo"; to most people a necessary bit of apparel, pinching when now, squesktng when old ere to a little Medford boy today the manifestation of all that la beautiful In life. , For In their well polished leather he sees a return ticket to school, the ap proval of his playmates, the answer to a long, long wait, and a farewell to aUnglng ohapa and chilblains, which necessitated hla dismissal from school during the recent "spoil of weather." Arriving at a local doctor's office a few days ago, when the skies clear ed after the storm, the boy asked tor a slip, granting him permission to re turn to school, a form required fol lowing aboences. Asked the roe. eon for his absence, he admitted with heoltanco, "I had no shoes, and It was cold." The doc tor's secretary and another physi cian standing by. volunteered to sup ply the shoe. Negotiation, were made with a local shoe store and the bright eyed boy soon returned with his feet encseod In new shoes end socks, "Nothln' cheap about them nei ther," he exclaimed In appreciation of the gift. "And I'm going to keep them hlned. every day." he called back as he skipped hlo new poMeiwiona out ot the office and down to the street. TAILSPIN TOMMY The Diamond Thieves Appear Again! By lit-KNN CH.UUH and HAL r'OHBtSt llUTHEYifll0 1t9m&Wr, ship in mi a chance on w?ZvSM ' 8S A Mr GETTING INVOLVE? '&f44Jf ) Ipp-O4 BUT I FEEL BETTER. WflyfVIlf- S? ABOUT LEAVING SINCE COE SENT THAT IOIEE WX JSSSiijmX t, TO THE MAHARAJAH ! WMmiSS VW IIP FIRST CLASS pjssfAaefgs uiiHoin BAasAtte m 'zm home ioe'll sive out the r!NS-aa. w ; iri j S'MATTER POP Such Belittling! By C. M. 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