The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-04-30
KITTY FREW H
z,by JANE ABBOTT

fher baby and her Bob. Kitty, half listening, smiled. What luck it had been to find Josie eager to earn money to help the limited financ- es of her small household.
 Did you know that this was our first birth anniversary?" she asked Josie. We balanced our year book last night and we're ahead"
 "Hoo-rayl' Josie waved her duster Then she saw a limou- sine draw up at the curb.
 The business of the day had begun. Kitty left the customer to Josie and retired to the cream and gold cubicle that was the of flee There was mail to open, or ders to fill, orders to check over. sales to enter. A typewriter swung at one side of her flat desk. On the other side were files. Across the room was another desk, an- other typewriter. Carol Somerset, was her partner in the Treasure Island Shop, where were sold dress es, blouses, negligees, costume jew elry.
 But Kitty did not open the top letter of the pile Josie had put on her desk. She looked at it, musingly thinking. "A whole year. ''
 It had not been altogether easy, the job David had given her of making his father and Carol and Paul happy. Each had had to learn to adapt himself to to the quiet and remoteness of the little house.
 When September came Dalton Frsw decided he'd like to stay on until cold weather. One day he had driven into the city to att tend to some important business affairs. He had kissed Kitty on his return.
 Ut seems like coming home, '' he'd said.
 But Carol had been restless. bored. Its not getting us any, where" she had fretted to Paul in Kitty's hearing.
 That afternoon Kitty had coax ed her to the hilltop.
 "Paul's going to have that dra- matic work on the Times"
 On-that. It's something, of course. He's tickled about it, And if the Players go on they'll have him direct, I suppose. But it won't be enough to live on-the way we want to live"
 Kitty's face had sobered. Her tone was like Cars.
 I've got some stuff to get rid of anyway" Carol went on.
 And then the plan had sprung to Kitty's fancy.
 "Carol, why don't you open a shop somewhere? Nowadays you have to put your stock right un- der peoples noses"
 I've thought of that, but how can I without any money"
 There was the money which Dalton Frew had put into the bank under Kitt's name.
 @Carol, we might go into pant nershop. Only I'd want to sell something besides Russian doo- dads"
 "On, well, I'm fed up on that Russian line myself"
 "The dresses would go. There's always a sale for them And the jewelry as sort of side-line. And little odd things"
 And they had talked and talked. with Dalton Frew, and David and Paul Somerset and Dorcas Tabor and in October the Treasure Is- land Shop had opened on Elm Avenue, just where its windows would catch the eye of every wo- lman motoring to the business part of the city and within walking distance of the wealthiest homes 1 They had adjusted themselves ! to their responsibilities Carol was the better buyer. Kitty admitted ] it and sent her to New York to order more stock. Kitty was the better salesman. 'I suppose I've inherited it from my father anc my grandfather.
 She was living with Dalton Frev in quiet little roomy apartment He had asked her to live witt him with such simple pleading that she had no thought 10 re fuse.
 Letters came infrequently from Mrs. Frew, sometimes from Mis- Bixby. No one of them hintet at coming back to Winton. Mis Bixby had written: Sometime I think she isn't just right in he mind. She'll sit for hours ant not say a word or as much as stir She's like some one lost, poo dear"
 Her poison had come back t. 1oorcolf Kiffv had f1lonlol1t read