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PA'GE TEN1. afEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, ORECON, THURSDAY, MAT 19, 1932. .KITTY Jy JANE ABBOTT FREW Ml TAILSPIN TOMMY Message Intercepted! Hi (IL.KNN CHAft'lrf and UAL rouHtsr. SmOPBIBr Kitty Frttt It rt Htvtd to hear that Marge Crotby it going abroad, tor Marge hat been laying eiege to Kitty't hut band. Oar, and Kitty teart her tuccett. Perhagt he it meeting Marge tecretly. Kitty runt acrott pavid Frew, Oar't holt-brother, for the first time einet the learned M Jove her. Chapter K AN AUTOMOBILE CRASH K A RE JOu going to gay you didn't se me?" David laughed. "I didn't honestly. I was think ing Kitty found she wasn't embar rassed at meeting him. that quite naturally aha slipped her hand through his arm in her old manner ot greeting, that she was glad, glad to see html Tea?" he asked. And presently they were sitting at their table behind the cblnti hung window. And she was asking blm about the new story. Els stay In the country had agreed with him, or perhaps his work he was ruddy, heavier, Immensely cheerful. Ha told her that the best thing that ever had happened to him was 'Jangle's" downfall. She told him nothing ot her own troubled state ot mind. Somehow, with him, she forgot It. Kitty put her hands out. blindly, to catch on something for support. "You don't want M leav Marge, before she goes." She did not know that she said It aloud. Her throat felt too tbjck for speech. But she must have, for the words, the angry tone of them, hung in the air be tween them. "Put It that way If you want to." He swung around. His face was dark, tortured, and there was an odd unhappy pleading in his eyes as It he were mutely asking ot Kitty something that he could not pat Into speech. But Kitty would not see It. Kitty went to Brldgewater alone, but found herself unerpectedlf re turning to Wlnton. A train-boy called the morning papers through the pullman car of the cross-state Express. Kitty, hud dled in a corner ot a seat, asked sharply for a Wfnron Timet. 8h paid for It, then let It lie across her knee for a moment, her eyes averted from tt, a shudder passing through her. Oar's accident would be In the paper, those details missing from the telephone communication that was bringing her back to Wlnton. Perhaps she'd open it to read that Oar was dead. , Kitty took up the paper and He'd come in only for the day. Ha was taking the az o'olock bus back. "David, you're really happyt" Kitty asked impulsively. He nodded, smiling. "In a fool's i way, perhaps. If this story Isn't any good, I'm through. But I'm getting a kick out of it." She walked back to the Tudor Arms, musing on David's work and eagerness In It, which had been so lacking In his labor with the "Jungle." This story would go. That was it, one built on one's failures. She would build so, too. She walked fast, enjoying the cold air, the gray dusk, the gleam ot lighted windows. The late day traffic rushed by her, big cars, small ears, freighted with home-going hu manity. And suddenly among them he saw Gar's roadster. Marge was Tiding beside Oar, snuggled deep in her fur coat, her shoulder close to Oar's. She was laughing, her face lifted to Oar's. Kitty, halted In the shadow of a tree, felt a wave ot physical sick Bess pass over her. She did not argue with herself: "It's all right. He might have met her somewhere. Of course It he did he'd run her borne." She shrank from Oar's coming in. She wouldn't ask blm But she did: "You passed me on Elm Avenue. Oar. You were with Marge." She 'could hava said It so carelessly, laughed at It But she said It in the new sharp tone she found herself nsing, now, so often. Oar's answer was careless enough. "Marge and I were having tea with .Mother. Marge wanted to say food-by." Tha old nameless fear smote Kitty. Fight she'd fight, but with whatr 8he knew that Oar was trying to tell her something. "Kit, I know you're going to make tuss but I can't help tt. I can't get off to go to Brldgewater." "Gar!" He did not look at ber. B had walked to the window and he stood there, his back to the room. "Things have come up." he went on, vaguely, bis tone unconvincing. "You'll have to eiplaln to Phil. Fve telegraphed him. Ot course you'll go Just the same." shrank back with a little cry. All through the night, lying stiff, aching, on her berth, she had plo tured the accident, Oar mangled, calling tor ber in his last conscious ness. Tbey hadn't told her over the telephone, because they'd thought of the shock people broke news that way, with half-truths. . She took up the paper with trembling fingers. The print blur red; it was a moment before she could see even the head-line. Her glance traveled swiftly over tha first page. Not there sha turned the sheet And then she shrank back with a little cry. Marge's face looked at her. "Miss Margery Crosby, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dexter Crosby, who with Mrs. Crosby leaves for Now York to-day to sail next week tor an extended stay in Europe, escapod injuries In the automobile crash which may cost the lives ot Garfield Frew, son ot Mr. and Mrs. Dalton Frew, and Paul Somerset, well-known actor who has been di recting tha productions ot the Play ers at the Little Theater on Sutton Street." Kitty did not look tor more de tails. She crushed the paper In her hands and let It fall to the floor. She stared out ot the window, her underllp caught in her teeth. Oar wasn't dead not yet She'd get to him in timet "Oh, Oar, Oarl Oh, hurry, Hurry" "Oh, Ood, let m see htm. Let ma talk to hiral" She said It aloud. Sha saw the man In the seat across the aisle look at her curiously, with a little concern. "Why Is the train going ao s!owlyT"tshe asked him, childishly. "We're coming into Wlnton," he told her. "Can 1 help you?" She shook her head. She found her bat and Jammed It on her head. Jerked on her gloves. She ran down the aisle ot the car, pushing fellow- travelers aside. "Your bags, lady" the porter called to ber. She'd forgotten them. Site was turning her head, frowning. Impatient of the smallest delay when a voice called her came. David took her arm. Her eyes widened with horror He'd met her to tell ber Copyright. Jane Abbott) kit Is Ur etsidr Dsvld tells Kitty news at ones, tomorrow. EX-BANKER FAILS TO VANCOUVER, Wsth., May 1 Dr. C. B. Alexander, former president of the now defunct American Secur ity bank here,, failed to appear In court today for sentencing -on s fraud conviction in connection with the closing ot the bank. The mini mum sentence It two years. Dr. Aleaader's home Is In Alham bra. Cal The court Issued a verbal order for forfeiture of Alexander's 3,000 bond. Wounds Fatal PORTLAND, Ore., May 10. Slroy Htlnea, 38, of Newberg died in h hospital here latt night from a bullet wound received accidentally on April i In Newberg, The bullet en tered, his head. BtlRLlNOTON, Vt., May 1.(4) Vermont Democrats yesterday selected 19 delegates to the Democratic nation al convention and unanimously voted they were favorable to the presiden tial candidacy of rranklln D. Roots velt, governor of New York. The delegates havs fight vote. aiaer surrender. COLVItLB, Waah., May H. m Harry Chltwood, sought for the slaying of his divorced wtfe and wounding of another man, surrender ed yesterday, Sheriff Dick Bone sav in the man admitted killing Mrs. Chttwood because ens would not re turn to him. I 'LI SET THESE OUT FOR YOU PlrtUT ilUAV. MISJ6R. TOnKlN6'. . . " '. - . 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