Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-07-18
kITTY's LUCKY DAY
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she deliberated over the hastily writ
ten note which he had brought her
Considering the heat of the stuffy
little hotel bedroom, the invitation
it contained was doubly alluring.
"Don't you want a breath Of coun'
try air ?" it read. 81 know where We
can get lots of it and good country
dinner, too. Please come, won't you
Yours most hopefully, Jimmie Du'
lin"
The bellboy was moving about I'M
easily. He had been standing at
least five minutes now and it seemed
to him that the pretty young girl
with the very black hair and the very
blue eyes was slow of decision. Sud-
denly, however, she spoke.
"You can tell Mr.. Dulin that I'll
be down in the hotel office in a quar-
ter of an hour" she said, and then
she fairly showed the small messen-
ger out of the room for fear that
she would change her mind.
For she couldn't help owning that
what she was about to do was
rather unconventional thing, this go
ing for a jaunt into the country with
a man to whom she had never been
formally introduced. And the fact
that she had been in vaudeville for
some four years and had never be-
fore dreamed of accepting an invi-
tation from a travelling man she did
not know did not make it any the
easier.
She argued with herself all the
time that she was arranging her
hair and hat. 1t was different this
time. Jimmie Dulin had been 'mak-
ing" the same towns with her for
over six months now. Again and
again she had seen him on the
streets run across him in hotel Of
fees. In fact, she had even picked
him out in various audiences when
the theater was sufficiently empty to
allow of easy recognition Of friends.
He was standing by the desk wait
ing for her and he held out his hand
in cordial greeting.
"I'm awfully glad that you'd
come" he said. 81 thought at lunch
con you looked as though taste Of
the country would agree with you
nightly. But it took me some hours
to get my nerve to the asking point"
Kitty laughed happily, and re-
turned his confidence promptly.
"Same here, Mr.. Dulin. 1t took
me some minutes to set my nerves
to the accepting point. But l was
so dreadfully lonesome that my
5cruples just seemed to vanish away"
Jimmie Dulin nodded understand
ingly. 81 know how you feel, and |
isn't any fun. The
queer part of it is that you don't
get over it with the years. How long
have you been trouping itT" he
asked.
about four years. | went into
the work because singing and dane
ing were the easiest things that l
lid, and l have stayed in it because
hey are the only things that l can
make any money at. OF course, It's
worse some times than others. Often
| have friends playing on the same
oil with me, or, again, there are nice
people with whom | get acquainted.
For the last four weeks, though, it's
been just dreadful.
They talked on, one subject lead
ng naturally enough to another.
Jimmie Dulin seemed in a most con-
idential frame of mind, and Kitty
vas an absorbed listener.
"You know / am not going to
leep at this sort of wandering much
onger. AT the end of this year Pm
through with it all, and it's the quiet
business life in some small town foI
me-"
"What are you going to do?"
They had come to a small cottage
low. 1t was all white and green and
itood back from the walk.
"Why, am going to build some
uch place as this and run a retail
tore in some such town as this" He
stopped short. "This is where we
ire going to get that home-cooked
'ountry dinner l promised you. A
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