The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-04-07

of us. If Dorcas went, couldn't tell you things"
 She was so intent on having David to herself that she did noI see the sudden swift smiling ir his eyes. She went on smiling fondly et him, David, you can't half guess what it means to me to have you. You're So-so list ening! You're even better thar a brother. I think my heart would have broken with every thing shut up in it" She put out her hand impulsively and closed it over David's, where his lay on the table, thumb right over his fingers. David, you're wonder full"
 He moved his hand out from hers. Don't give me too much of the brother role-1've never learned that part. might fall down on the lines, Kitty. Have you finished? We won't bother with a lunch-we1l find something up there. And we won't take Dorcas along" He had gotten up and was standing behind her chair, her coat in his hands. He smiled down at the top of her head. This will be our day if you want it so."
 They boarded an interban bus at the end of Ketchum street. It took them through the city, on past the suburban bungalows, hanging like a fringe on the city limits, on to open fields and farm houses and barns. Kitty's ex- citement was like a child's.
 Look, Davidl Those willows. Couldn't you think it was Spring? David, see those ridiculous geese? David, why haven't we done this every Sunday?"
 They left the bus at a cross road and followed it where it wound through brown orchards up over hill. Kitty matched her stride to David's freer swing. She took off her hat and carried it, and the softly stirring air rough ened her hair and brought a high CT color to her cheeks. Her chin was lifted, her eyes were going hungrily ahead to the edge of the hilltop.
 They passed before they started down into the further valley. Da- vid pointed to housetops, a white church spire, visible among the tree-tops in the distance.
 That's Whites Corners. It's 8 mile beyond my place. It's named for my mothers people. Most Of them are buried there At one time my great-gTandtfather owned good part of the valley. There's a mill the other side of those woods-it's gone to pieces now" A new quality in his voice brought Kitty'S eyes to his face. 1t was ,alight with a strong pride. a They walked on down the hill and at it's bottom turned into a narrow road that ran off at a sharp angle. And almost at once David said, Here we are"
 It was a low-built gray clap boarded house, old, but with no dreariness or neglect in its age. It had no look of deser-tion. rath- CT one of waiting. Kitty remen- bered what David had said of it. place that put arms around you.
 David unlocked the door and stood aside for her to enter, an odd smile on his face. Kitty found herself in a low-ceiling hv- ing room, clean, fresh curtained, furnished so much like her noth- CTS living room in Bridgewater that she gave a little cry of de- light.
 ''Why, David, I could believe l twas home! That old sofa, I know it's ours. Is one leg wobbly? And George and Martha Washington And the clock! She began to laugh, and then her laugh broke off short. "Oh, David, it's SC good just to see thinks that look like-home I didn't know"
 He left her and went on to the kitchen beyond, opened doors and windows. When she followed hin her gay mood had come back but her blue eyes were misty, as il they had shed tears.
 David was taking cans dowl from a cupboard.
 Soup. I've a tin of cracker: somewhere. Corned beef, applt sauce, coffee"
 1 But, David. We can't eat now! must see every corner oi the house and the brook and tht hill. David how beautifully clear you keep everything"
 Not me-Mrs. Dandy does that She's my neighbor. Wait a min ute" He went to the open dool