Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, May 08, 1932, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextXGE EIGHT MTCPFORB MATL TRIBWE, MEDFORP. OREGOX, SUNDAY, MAT 8. 1932. BT ULtNN CHAWlM and UAL FORBK8I TAILSPIN TOMMY Tommy Has A Narrow Escape! KITTY FREW by JANE ABBOTT. BYNOPSIR: Dieapreement en tangles Klttu Frew and her hue ' mont'i half-brother, David, for David uianta her to live her oton life and Kittv cllnge to her hue band, Oar. her onlv demand of Oar, that he muet not live on hie mother'e money, eaueee a tem porary eeparatlon, but maket Oar agree to support her, , Chapter 15 " KH OVER-STUFFED APARTMENT fftER threat did not more ravld to Instant denial. For a mo ment he ..eomed to consider what answer ha would make, his eyes leveled on t spot beyond Kitty's lead, his brows drawn together. "I haven't thought of offending rou that It made any difference one way or another what I said. Ot course I don't want you to go away. ' tn tact, 1 hare missed you quite a bit more than I like." He kept his rolce Hat. "Oh, that's nice, that . youve missed me I David, because Oar's a little, well, prejudiced, Is not going to make a bit ot difference in the way I feel. Do you think I can ever . forget how kind you've been to me 7 And I'm going to see you often. You must tell me things about what you're doing. You can't throw your manuscript away; you've got to finish It so that I can read it. Why, David, think how thrilled I'll be when I bold a book In my hands and know that my brother David wrote it!" , He laughed at her genuine excite ment. "Even It I finish It I may not find a publisher who wants It.' ' "Of course you Willi You mustn't bold that thought. It's your old fear of ridicule, David I I know It's good Dorcas believes It Is." "Oh Dorcas. She's believed other things of me that haven't turned out so well! "David!" Kitty yielded to an im pulse. "David, why don't yon marry Dorcas V She Hushed a little at her daring. ' "Whyf What have I to offer her? I'm thirty, more or less disagree able, earning a paltry amount a week, writing stuff that anyone could write, that she calls dribble " "But Dorcas" "You know her well enough your self to understand that compromise Is the last thing Dorcas would con sider." i "Then stand up" Kitty ,crled, borrowing Dorcas' words and man ner, "Finish that book." He smiled at her. "If you talk to Oar like that I have hopes tor the boy," 1 , But he bad put her Interest in himself aside; Kitty felt silenced And when she left him, a block or two from the Tudor Arms, he did not say anything about hoping to ' see her soon. She would, though, she told herself as she went on. She'd see Dorcas, too. She and Gar had sub-let the apartment In the Tudor Arms the day after Gar had met her outside of Stratton't. It was an . over gorgeous thing of three rooms and a bath, a cubicle ot a living-room paneled In black and green and hung with orange silk draperies and seemingly padded with soft fat orange and black pillows scattered over the chairs' and the floor and the legless divan. Where there was apace In the clutter of orange and black pillows were big and little tables and lamps on standards and lamps without standards. An Italian table and buffet, . designed . for. a state dining-room, were - orowded Into the limited dimensions of the dinette and the tiny bedroom was (mothered In green and orchid pleating!. "The agen. said we could move la today." That settled their choice. "Did you ever see such a little stove, Gar? I'll cook our supper on It tonight. . It'll Just about cook enough for two" "When we get settled we'll hare the crowd In, Kit." It hadn't been possible to settle quickly fir Kitty ha a to pussle and scheme and pack and repack to stow away even their personal belong ings. The crowd hsdn't waited. They'd come In a few evenings after Kitty and Gar took possession of the place. Marge and Diana and Isobel Peters and Red and Tubby and Sewall Buck, and, a little later, Paul Somerset. They'd been riotously gay. Red had brought a satchel filled with the makings tor cocktails and he and Gar had mlied them, shaker after shaker, until Kitty's neat kitchen was cluttered with peelings and bot tle tops and empty bottles. Kitty had assembled sandwiches and cakes and olives and coffee. At half-past one the operator at the desk In the lobby called to say that a complaint Jad come In about the noise and everyone had shrieked at that everyone except Kitty. The party was a success! They went. SHOWJNCREASE 8KATTLE, May 1 (API Lumber shipments of 91 mills for the week ending April 90 were reported as 30 7 per oent over production by the West Coast Lumbermen's association to day, but current new business vet 1.9 per cent under production. Three hundred and twenly-one mills operated at 99 per oent ot ca pacity during the. week as compared with 9t 7 tor the previous week and 44 ,7 per oent for the same week last year. Inventories, 14 mills reported, de clined 93,000,000 feet for the week ending April 39 snd sre It.t per oenl loea than at this time laat year. Unfilled ordera declined 13,967,000 feet tor the previous week. at three o'clock, leaving the living room in a sorry mess of tumbled pillows and empty glasses and plates and cigarette atubs with a pall ot stale cigarette smoke bang ing over everything, "Now that's the kind of evening I like I hope the crowd sort ot makes our place a headquarters," Gar bad declared with Immense satisfaction. "I don't like Paul Somerset, Gar." "Oh, he's all right for his kind. Marge Is Just having a little fun I've talked It over with her." Gar's friends had seemed more friendly. Or perhaps, Kitty had thought as she fussed In the kitchen over the refreshments, It was that she felt different toward them, now, In her role as hostess. Tubby bad seised' a chance to squeeze her hand and ask her If he wasn't Mr. FlxItT "You can count on me. Kit I'm not goln to breathe a word about It." She'd wished she could tell him that she wasn't ashamed ot working In Stratton's but there had been no time, then. Tubby thought ot It as Gar did. She'd hated having Paul Somer set come; she'd caught herself watching blm with Margery Crosby, and thinking of Carol. Was he see ing Carol now' Or bad their quar rel at the Hoffman that day ended their acquaintance? It had taken her the greater part of the next day to restore order to their doll's house. ' But she had worked cheerfully; Gar had liked his evening. Pleasing Gar gave glamor to hei every thought, every task. Her pride In Gar, her belief that he could do anything, was wholly restored. She shared his Impor tance when he talked about 'his work. His father .lad transferred to his office one Jonathan Drew who. In one capacity or another, had served Dalton and Winters tor fif teen years. Gar called him Old John. Gar said he was as faithful as an old hound dog. He bad laughed at Kitty's dismay one morn ing when they both overslept. "Old John can talk to that man who was coming In at ten o'clock. What have I got him for?" And she had lost her alarm In a little rush of pride that Gar had Important con ferences and Old John under him to take care of them until he got around. Gar was the lover of those first weeks of their marriage. She felt no Jealousy when the Players de manded his time. Frequently he telephoned that he'd be late for dinner, he bad to see Decker, or someone else, sometimes Margery Crosby. Now and then a committee met in the evening. But she had not felt left out, as she had at his mother's house; there was always his 'homecoming, a moment apart from all others In Its ecstasy of closeness. Ob, It David could only know Ao! .how. happy . she was, she thought as she opened her door. returning from having ' tea with David. . . Gar had telephoned earlier In the day that he would be late, to night. There was some trouble with the lighting at the Little Theater. 8he mustn't wait dinner for him. She wouldn t cook anything for herself. When Gar came she'd make a mushroom omelette. And as she stitched on a handker chief she was making for her father's Christmas box she thought of David and the pleasantness ot her encounter with him, He'd tried very hard to be disagreeable. Al most as It he weren't glad things had straightened out with her and Gar. But It was silly to think he really felt that way, he'd said so often that he wanted her to be happy, he'd only seemed half hearted because he was In low spirits, discouraged. I'm glad I talked straight from the shoulder to him," Kitty mused, smiling down at her busy fingers. "And I'll do It, every chance I getl" Her own rosy security made her the more compassionate for David, She'd seen him often. She'd lnvlts David and Dorcas up to the apart ment tor aupper some night. Of course David was too prou to ask Dorcas to marry htm. He'i said Dorcas wouldn't compromise That's all he knew about women But at this point In her thoughti Kitty felt a sharp prick ot memory That day out In the little bouse, David bad said to her: "The most yon can do Is compromise and then you won't be anywhere." That was David's feel.ngs, now, that she'd compromised, with her self-respect perhaps he thought, or with ho ambitions. Copyright, Jane Abbott) Kitty see's an untroubled Mrs ahead. But Marge Croaby ahowe her determination to eaptura Oar's Interact, tomorrow. I The Women's Bible class of the Presbyterian church la among local organisations planning programs for I Sunday observance of Mothers' aay. xnia morning at v:o ocioca, the class will conduct an Interesting hour. . Mrs. W. H. Plaher will sing "That ta What Clod Made Mothers For." The rest of the hour will be devoted to the study of the Tabernacle, through which the full plan of sal vation will be revealed In object lea sons. By request the Tabernacle model will be shown again and explained. Helman Bathe, Ajh.--wim and tub. S'MATTER POP One Count Should Have BOUND TO WIN THE NEBBS What Socuwey FUkIT HAS OUST FINISHED TAU4IUG TO THE VOUM6 MAM WHO IS SUSPECTED OP BE1MS ONE OF THE SAM& TWW ROBBED A NUMBER OF VAOMES IKI KIORTV4VIU.E. - i vou MUTT AND JEFF if IT GIVES THeW MUST HAVE 'Wijlljtlk VES, VT DOE6-Wtuat Mi,e,T HSH NAMES OF- ffl BEEN AN MM ThI'caPWN jM HAVE BEEEM J BUT THE V J') WITH THAT W$M THE FIRST C f TALKS ABOUT- W t fttSLSFu J )-D?,I:Ce S Wl, EDWARD DRVDEN, V IT IS ! 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