Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-05-29

face.
since his departure from Riverton years
| before.
| Two days later-in the midst Of a
! bridge luncheon which Mrs. Cameron
was giving, without inviting Joyce, an
| interior decorator and his staff arrived
from the city to moderniZe the suite.
| Rumors had drifted out to electrify
| the town. Nothing like that suite had
ever been heard of in Riverton. Done
| in the modern manner it was, which
smacks of the medieval in simplicity
and richness. Black and gold and
white. Here and there touch of scarlet
J lacquer. The bed was on a diaZ, a
royal bed with trailing black and gold
cover. Deep, modern chairs. cushioned
in black velvet. Tall scarlet lacquer
| bookcases pyramiding where the dull
candelabrlms Lit this apartment to a
mellow glow. And through it moved
Joyce-slender and violet eyed, bronze
haired and altogether lovely, making
Natalie's flake n beauty pallid and I'M
! interesting by contrast.
| And as though all this were not
/ enough to try the naughty soul of Cora
Cameron-there was Kitty Dawson!
Kitty had arrived in Riverton one
morning. rosy and swapping eyed under
her tousled gray hair, never guessing
| that she had been the cause Of lively
little brush between Joyce and Mrs.
Cameron the day before.
| Joyce discovered that Mrs Cameron
was making arrangements for Kitty to
room and sleep with the servants.
/ II think you are mistaken" the girl
had said with ominous gentleness.
Miss Dawson is my personal friend.
| She will have room next to mine,
and, of course, she will take her meals
with U.s."
If old Roger could have looked back
on this comedy he must have chuckled
again with malicious triumph. Mrs.
Cameron was red faced and beaten
| when the matter was arranged. In his
heart, Jim Keith addressed the white
i faced girl who had gained her way.
Clever! You beautiful proud devil.
You put her in her place as a queen
might have done. And how you can
freeze a person."
! But worse was to come. Cora Cam
/. eron had not yet tasted the very dust
of disaster This Dawson person came
, to the house. volubly chatting to Joyce
who had driven to the station to meet
her
Natalie was swinging in the porch
swing that morning, chatting to her
mother and Jim Keith who sat opposite
smoking. Ice-sharp. her blue eyes passed
through the two women who came up
the steps They said, those insultingly
expressionless eyes Of Natalie, that in
Dawson-as Joyce Cameron-did not
exist.
The prominent gray eyes Of her
mother conveyed the same message
But. the gaze of the man lit with a
warm dark light. and he rose to his
feet with an exclamation of pleasure.
At the same moment Kitty caught
sight of him and gave glad little cry
Of surprise.
Jim! Jim Keith! An Joyce never
sayin' a word-to surprise me! Glory
be, how do you happen to be here at
the end Of the. earth! Joy, you devil
Why did you do this-never sayin' a
world"
II forgot" Joyce stammered for
once off her guard. How could she ex-
plain that her lips had stubbornly re-
fused to frame Jim Keith's name-even
to Kitty
"An' listen to me calm you JIM
dubbed Kitty. still pumping the young
mans hand up and down.
What else would you be calling me-
i-Kitty?" his white smile flashed back
at her
Words could not do justice to Mrs
Cameron's mental condition, or to the
shocked indignation of Natalie. Nor
could words describe the look Jim
silent beside Kitty, a look which con-
trived to be at the same time pleading
and triumphant as. one who finds an
ally.
Upstairs. in Joyce's suite, Kitty faced
her accusingly.
Now, why, in the name of common
sense, didn't you tell me the lad was
here! You forgot! A likely story!
Why are you disliking Jim Keith So
Joy?"
Joyce had turned her back and was
! aimlessly searching in a dresser drawer
why how does any one know
why one-one dislikes another. Kitty?'
Her voice was surprisingly meek.
Whats he here for?" Kitty asked
cycling her shrewdly.
cred, from Joyce's lips. Il think your
handsome young man is fortune
hunter, Kitty"
Rats" burst from Kitty's lips.
Joyce wheeled about and she was
startlingly pale. Il found him here
when came! He told some lame story
about owning a horse farm-or what
ever it is! Spoke of some mythical
partner. Now man doesn't run a
business by visiting in a stupid little
town like Riverton! And if he's here.
he's here for a reason. And that reason
is Natalie Cameron"
Now isn't that fine logical way to
reason it out! Can't a man visit
friends without wantin to marry them