The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-25
CHAPTER I. Kitty Makes a Call.

wearisome day and the tired brain or Kittie Swasher. harassed by a thou sand vacations of the telephone. reg istered the query numbly. "Yes, madam" she replied wlth professional fatigue. At what time are you usually OH duty, please?" It was Suite 1918 speaking. which means that the occupant was paying twenty-dollars a day for Darlor. bed room and bath Kfttie resolved to be polite.
 I'm off at five o'clock this after 1 noon," she stated. Could you come up to my rooms | at that time. please? I should like | to talk to you about a personal mat | ter"
 | "Alone?"
 "Yes, alone" l Thank you very much The re- | ceiver in 1918 clicked on it's hook | It was the first time in her career | that a guest had ever summoned MISS | 5washer into consultation on a per sonal matter, and she was conscious | of a strange, thr obbing feeling of inn 1 portance and impending excitement. l Miss Swasher removed her head piece and glanced at the clock. It | lacked five minutes of quitting time. | Freddie who's the dame in | 1018?" she called to the room clerk | But Freddie with the aloof superiority | Iof his hardened breed affected not to l hear, and upon the repetition or the | question asked who wanted to know. l 'Kitte Swasher wants to know. The | lady Just finished askin' me to pay her | a social call, if that means anything | to you. It was just wonderin' if you | could bring your massive brain to bear on the subject long enough to | look at the register and tell me her | name"
 Freddie grunted with practiced su- periority. How do you get that way, kid ?'' he inquired. | Can the impolite stuff. Freddie" l she said. ''You ain't talkin' to a l guest, you know, and while you're | about it you might as well get over | callin' me Kid. The city directory lists me as Miss Ktttie Swasher, and that's your cue. get me? Now, who's the lady in 1o1S?" | "All right, Rusty"-a delicate refer | ence to Miss Swasher's copper hair "she's Miss Maud Smith of OgalIa1a, | Nebraska
 "It ain't possible-there couldn't be any such place!" Freddie lifted his blond head from his books. '"The party is a very re- fined young lady from Ogallala. Ne braska, and I might add that she is travelling with three trunks ana two | handba gs."
 "But Ogalalla-it sounds too good | to be true."'
 | ''The lady may be Middle Western | he said severely. E'but she's class | try to remember that, please | Back to her sN Ntchboard kFttie l murmured the name to herself. "Ogallala-what could be sweeter?''
 Promptly at five she was relieved by Miss Madeline speers. The powder puff and the lip stick did quick. dert l service. The trim little hat was ad- | justed, jauntily.
 "Bon swar, old dear" she remark ed to her colleague. as she stepped | away in her high-heeled slippers. eff | I don't come back the shops yours."
 If you don't come back?"
 well, one never knows. You see, I'm going up in nfe-to the tenth floor. in fact. The lady in 1918 in- vited me to call and talk over some private business with her.
 ''Invited you-what do you mean invited you?"
 Well, it's something important and I suppose she felt that she couldn't trust it to the manager. Leave it to the guests to recognize ability every time. Youul never get it from the boss. Ta-tai'
 As she stepped into the elevator Jerry, the operator, wanted to know where she was going.
 I'm going up," she said. "Y ou just pull the lever and I'll say when
 Whats the idea, K1tty?"
 Just maxim an afternoon call or
 a personal friend. When I step ir this elevator I step the friend ot a guest and no questions asked. Give
 the old boat the gas and cut it on when you get at the tenth floor. See
 that you stop it level with the land
 in, too cause I might scuff my
 punps.''
 As she left the car Jerry shot IT one on his own account. t'Say, sister do you take one or two Jumps in youl
 afternoon tea?"
 Back she commanded, witner-
 ingly. waving her hand in parting
 scorn - "back to the bowels of the
 earth you human thermometer
 Sink away, kid. sink awayl''
 A buxom chambermaid met her 1T
 the corridor. Sure, and what are
 ye doin' up here on the :en1n noor
 Kittie, me gaI?" she inquired Don't worry. Molly! I'm jus callin' on a lady friend of mine Iron Olgallala, Nebraska" ''From where, Kittie?'
 IL , d IO" II, OH6 Ol the CrlcE places out Vest , Say it again, Kittie-''
 Don't ask me to. Molly. It tickles Steer me down to 1918, will your" Molly pointed down the corrIdor
 ''It's the last door on the left''
 When the door opened in respons, to her knock, Kittie looked upon | , girl who lacked. plainly, that subtle mark of the city. , Kittie smiled.
 Wont you come in and sit down
 Miss . "Kittie Swasher is the name"
 Miss Smith gracious1y indicated chair.
 fI suppose you think it strange tha
 I asked you up?" she said, hal
 apologettcally. "It is rather odd, ism
 it?"
 Mot at all. We get used to od< in h11si