PAGE SIX
KITTY
by JANE
BYKOPSIS! "David U In low
VUh you." Kitty Frew it told by
Doroat Tiber. Out Kitty hat
thought David, her hutband't
half-brother, merely a loyal
friend. She needt her frtendt, tor
her husband Oar borrowt money
from hit mother tnttead ot earn
- $0 it. and it attracted by Uarae
Crotby,
Chapter 84
SUSPICION
KITTY shrank as though the oth
er had struck her. She made
a little quick sound ot protest Her
face flamed and paled and flamed
again.
"It Isn't so!" she answered
faintly.
Dorcas had quieted. She put her
hand on Kitty's shoulder. "I was
a beast to saythat. You didn't
know, of course. David wouldn't
let you know by any word or sign.
You must forgive my telling you.
I're messed things up, I'm afraid.
I lost hold of myself You made
me angry, you seemed so stupid,
rjp see, Kitty, I happen to care a
gjjwt deal about David's happl-
Kitty stirred only enough to
draw herself away from Dorcas'
band. But Dorcas went on, unnc
ticing. "I used to think that David
would love me, some day, the way
a man must love me If I marry him.
But after I saw htm with you I
knew. I'm not Jealous those are
things one can't help. But I feel
very sorry for poor old David."
Kitty felt tears on her cheeks
and put up her hands to wipe them
away; Her hands shut tight over
hr eyes.
"You are just Imagining It, Dor
cas " she whispered. It wasn't so,
It couldn't be sol
"Oh, no. We've talked it out,
David and I."
Kitty got up quickly, moving a
little blindly. "I must go." Bbe
would not look at Dorcas. She put
on her coat. Jammed her soft hat
down on her head. "I. wish you
hadn't told me," she 'cried hotly,
youthfully.
"I wish I hadn't told you. David
will never forgive me. Or you, per
haps." She followed Kitty to the
. door, and at the door she put out a
hand and resolutely detained her.
"Kitty, you must know what Da
Tld's doing now. They refused that
other manuscript he sent to them,
but they want him to write another.
He's gone down to his place to
start It He's all enthusiasm over
It You wouldn't know him, Kitty.
He's found himself."
"Poor old David," Dorcas had
said. Later, thinking of this, Kitty
thought later. Kitty struggled to
smother a sympathy for David In
; her own beart She did not think
any more: "It Isn't so." Somehow,
she knew, now, that It was so. The
memory of countless moments with
David, expressions she had caught
on his face, words he had not said,
his concern and consideration came
back to her with a new understand
ing. He'd finished his book to prove
himself to her, He was working
desperately on another one.
And sbe couldn't share It with
him! Dorcas had made that Im
possible. "I'll never forgive her,"
Kitty thought Indignantly, She
bad no compassion for Dorcas, who
hsd admitted so frankly that she
: eared for David. "She's spoiled
everything between David and me."
That Margery Crosby was going
abroad In April became an estab
lished fact Every one talked ot It;
Marge talked ot It
"Mother and I are going to travel
during the summer, and then I'm
folng to stay In Paris."
"Stay, Marge? For the winter?"
"The rest of my life, perhaps."
She said that, whenever she had
a chance, always a little sadly, sug
gesting that ahe was seeking exile
for some mysterious reason.
"Is Marge really going to live In
Paris?" Kitty had asked Oar lm
. pulslvely.
"How do I know what she'll do?"
Oar had countered with such obvi
ous annoyance as to silence Kitty,
leaving her troubled.
She noticed that Oar was moody,
cross, restless, these days. Her old
torment of fear and unwilling suspi
cion doubled.
One evening Oar did not come
home for dlnnor or telephone. He
came In about eight o'clock, offer
ing no explanation. No, he wasn't
hungry. What did they have on for
the night? Nothing? "Well, lot's
go to the movies. I don't want to
sit here, doing nothing."
Kitty bad an Impulse to tell him
she didn't feel like going to the
movies. The waiting, the lonely
dinner served by Carloy, the little
suspicions that had lifted their ugly
heads, had worn her almost to a
breaking point
"You might at least tell me where
you've been!" ahe said sharply.
"I atopped In at Mother's. You
can't kick about that can you?"
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SAN FRANCISCO, Mny 18, (AP)
Slight trim improvement chmc
tertned the Inst vtxfc Along the Pa
cific eoMt, Brsdntreet't "Trad at
a Glance" ntd today.
The brlut Portland comment how
d trade making alight galm in lome
llnea. Farmer were encouraged by
ralna aiding wheat, Spokane found
wholesale and roUU builneM lagging,
though city trade was "on the up
grade" until closing of banks cur
tailed activity.
Seattle reported the lumber In
dustry Inactive, with the farm out
look favored by good seeding wea
ther. Ban Franclaro recorded an
upswing in lumber orders.
FREW
ABBOTT
And she'd rather he'd said he had
been with Marge! She did not an
swer him.
A round of informal parties in
Marge's bonor began. Every nigbt
Gar and Kitty Joined the othera to
dance somewhere.
"We'll need to go to Bridgewater
to rest," Kitty said to Gar, laugh
ing. "Why, I've lost ten pounds, 1
believe."
Sbe was thinner; her bright color
bad gone. But Gar had not noticed.
The bridesmaid's dress bad come
from Felicia's. Sbe put it on for
Gar to see It
"Isn't It lovely?"
And Gar said briefly that It was
ail right he guessed. He'd scowled
as it Irritated by something.
Fear grew sharper In Kitty's
heart a nameless fear, for she
would no ,ive It any name. She
had a emnatlon of fighting with
empty hands, blindly. She was In
expressibly lonely; she realised
sharply that after all these months
In Winton she bad no real triendsl
She would not go to Dorcas, now.
Carol, wrapped in her own trou
bles, was no comfort She could
not talk to David and most of all
she wanted to talk to David. Bbe
allowed herself a little angry re
sentment that David had been so
stupid. He hadn't had any right
to fall In love with herl
"Everything's so melett," shs
cried aloud one evening when she
was dressing to go out with Oar.
And the sound of the words fright
ened her. It was so,
"Go back to Bridgewater, call It
a mistake." The words leaped out
at her. What If she did?
, And then Gar came in, hurrying.
"I'm sorry I'm so late. Kit
Ready? It won't take me a mlnnti
to bathe."
She clung to him.
"Why, whafs the matter, sweet?
You're trembling!"
"I guess I'm Just horribly tired.
Gar." That was It of course. Her
lips pressed Oar's, sbe felt humble,
shaken.
"Do. you want to go to-nlgbt?
Sure you're up to It, Kit?" Gar was
all concern.
Sbe was ready to tell him that
sbe'd rather not go; she thought
swiftly ot an evening, alone with
Oar
"Isobel will understand. I'll tell
her you're bushed."
"Oh, I'll go. I'm all right Oar."
And then that nagging suspicion
that maybe Oar'd rather go with
out her.
Paul Somerset was always one ot
every party. More often than not
be escorted Marge. Kitty knew
that the others laughed at his de
votion, commented on the Indiffer
ence Marge showed him. And Oar,
to Kitty, talked scathingly ot him.
After Isobel's party, talking It over.
Gar said: "That big bounder, Som
erset I'd like to punch his face In
for him."
"But why does Marge bother with
him?"
Oar did not answer her. She saw
him scowl. She changed the subject
quickly.
More end more she looked tor
ward to the respite of two weeks
in Brldgewator. Sally had written:
We're only going to spend a fow
days on our honeymoon, Kitty.
We ll be back In a week at the
longest. I hope you stay on tor
awhile. You can help me get set
tled."
' "And atterwarda I'll begin again."
To think It was to admit failure
but Kitty faced It honestly. Here
evehythlng was too muddled to
see it clearly but there some day
she'd walk alone to the top ot Cow-
per's hill, and think things out
squardy. And thon, perhaps, when
she had herself in hand, she could
talk It all over with Gar. She'd
begin: "It's my fault partly.
Gar"
They d move Into a less expen
sive apartment; she'd budget their
money again.
An errand took her into Strat-
ton's and as waa her custom when
she went there she hunted out Josle
for a moment's chat Josle beamed
on her.
"Say, It you'd come in a day later
you wouldn't ot found me here,
Kitty. I'm going to be married."
Sbe said it loudly and the other
girls, within hearing, smiled but In
a friendly way. Joule's love-affatri
were theirs.
Vtty rejoiced heartily with Josle.
And when she loft her It was with
a deep respect for this girl who
knew so well how to meet lite.
She was thinking so Intently ol
Josle that she did not see David,
approaching, until he was confront
ing her, speaking her name.
"Oh" The color poured to her
face.
(CopvripM, Jane Abbott)
When Kitty nxt tet Divld, en
Monday, h It In a panlg of Urrer
and suspense.
SISKIYOU ESCAPES
YREKA. Cftl.. May IB AP Two
county Jail prisoners who escaped yes
terday from a Siskiyou covin ty chain
gang were back In their cells today,
although It took deputy aherlffs 19
hours to trail them down.
The two, Francis Owen, II, and
Olen Ca moral, 18. serving six months
each for automobile theft, escaped
from the gang near Oaxelle. They
were arrested recently at Medford.
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