Evening star., 1931-11-04
! CITY GIRL
]: 4Af5 eaHL7s JANE DIXON

handle" Cathleen thought as sh,
swashed soap and water over the rec
tiles of the kitchen floor,
Julia stopped In the Nook on hel
way home from ONCE. As she hurried
in through the door Cathleen knew she
was the bearer of good tidings.
Check the apron. Kit" she called
THE job Is landed"
Cathleen put down her tray OF silver
and caught Julia'S shoulders,
Sight unSeen?" she caroled
"Sight unseen. Al vouched for you.
"Hurrahl A new Job. What THRILL
You'll get over that"
mo. won't. Not everl want te
begin right now"
She stopped. looked at Julia with eyes
from which all the anticipation had
fed.
but can't" she said. Maybe ]
can't begin at all. There's no one to
take my place here. Poor Mrs. Hall is
half dead now, doing three peoples
work"
Don't be dull. Kit" Julia said and
shook her head wisely. Mrs. Hall will
find some one to take your place. Just
get 1t into your young head right now
that there Is some on0 to take every
ones place None of us Is indispensa-
BILE. We make our greatest mistake
when we think We are"
But II Mrs. Hall shouldn't find
girl"
THE girl will be found. This is
Thursday. You start at Drew's on Mon
day. That will give plenty of time tc
find q pinch-hitter."
Perhaps we can help unearth one.
Perhaps. II not. there are always
the agencies. You've got to do hear
Of readjusting of your ideas. Kit, II
you're ever to get on. Work Is not So
cial, YOU know. And it's not senti-
mental. It's good, hard common sense
mixed with willingness and the nerve
to swing onto the tail of opportunity.
Cathleen was thoughtful.
ASK Mrs. Hall to find some one by
Saturday noon II she can," Julia said
That will give you the week end tC
rest and get your mind in order. In
going home for the week end, and It
like TO take you with me-that Is, 4
you care to come"
Kind Julial I'D love to-" Cathleer
said eagerly. "I don't know, though
Where Is your home, Julia? You know
I haven't much money"
"Free ride" Julia laughed. II haven
told you about my home, Kit, have i
It's quite a place. It's called Journey!
End, and It's on nnRer OF land ina
sticks out into the sound down on th'
North Shore of Long Island"
Journeys End" A vision material
lied In Cathleen's mind. The vision o
a vast red brick manor house with
long reach of classic white pillars
smooth lawns. riotous gardens slopinI
down to rippling green waters. She hat
once driven with Neil through tn
grounds when they were thrown opel
to the public for some charity or other
Julia Craig Caldwelll 1t was the Cald
wells who owned Journeys End.
Caldwell" Cathleen gasped, who'll,
unbelieving, Not"
mot the Caldwell" Julia cut In
with enjoyment of Cathleen's dismay
That's father. I'm only one Of tn
sprouts"
"I haven't any clothes" Cathleel
sang the swan song of all women.
Neither have l." Julia boasted. Jus
what you've seen me wear and a cou
Die of cool things. About enough to III
a medium sized bag. I'll bet you hav'
whole trunkful."
But why are you here il"
Julia took of her dab OF nat ant
famed herself vigorously.
TITS a secret" she said. "Mayb0 II
tell YOU, If Journeys End doesn't turl
you from a working woman back int
a proper parasite. Look me up tonlgh
after you've signed of If you're lone
some"
(To be continued)