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.
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