Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1932-03-24
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TWO kITTYS

David shook his head. He did not
look at her.
ooh, David-why doesn't he send
me some word? II can't hear Il"
"Oh, yes. you can, Kitty" He spoke
She'd said that before. to David.
and he'd answered her like that. And
invariably she'd stiffen herself TO her
unbearable heartache. She did now
with a quick lift of her chin which
David saw.
I'm eating with you girls tonight.
Oysters" he indicated a carton he
was carrying carefully. Maybe Max
will drop in and give us some music"
And just as David wanted her to,
Kitty thot of Max and his music. The
fun of sitting around the old table.
in what Dorcas called her night
club eating the oysters.
Dorcas was there before them, o
big Bingham apron tied around her.
The lamps were lit, a little fire
kindled on the hearth. Coffee was
/ boiling.
Dorcas usually enlivened such times
with a vivid %recounting of her day.
Her assignments ranged from ac-
cused criminals to socialities.
Today she had had a particularly
delightful experience. The Times
thru its publicity had been uncover
ing rare old editions for a local book
/ SLpit. - ltAANl hdo NDAit W 1870
attention, written in a fine script.
Reading it, seeing the delicate point
ed handwriting, she had sensed a
story and followed 1t up.
II wish you could have seen him,
David-you'd use him for a char
acter. He had a shawl around him,
actually. White hair. like a fine mist
around his head and pink cheeks. And
blue eyes like a child's. And so po-
lite-I must have the only comfort
able chair in the room and he must
stand bowling until sat down. And
David, what do you think he owns
A first edition Of the Old Curiosity
Shop-You should have seen how he
caressed 1t. 1t had been given to his
father by Dickens himself. Will he
sell it? Thank God, no.
But Dorcas' enthusiasm was for the
little old man rather than for the
rare old book. He didn't know any
one in Winton; he lived here because
his grandson had put him here In
the back room of a boarding house,
Dorcas had touched on a hunger thai
had not been satisfied. Hes an
exile"
A mischievous look had leaped tc
her eyes. I'm going to take him
with me to Aunt Lydia's, Sunday
: She says there aren't any real gen
tlemen left in the world. I'm going
, to show her she's wrong. Won't they
! look sweet talking together?"
2 Frequently Dorcas spoke. with af.
fectionate amusement, of her Aunl
l Lydia. who was, she had explained
: to Kitty, her one root. Kitty hat
gathered that to a certain e this
5 relative had directed Dorcas' life. Sh'
it was who had sent Dorcas to thu
girls school near Poughkeepsie, o
l which Dorcas spoke often, scornful'
ly. Dorcas had left ii to Ego on he.
own" But her precious independence
hadn't quite barred Aunt Lydia. Ev
cry Sunday she dressed with grea
e care and to a degree Of elegance II
e marked contrast to the carelessnes
t of her appearance during the weel
and went to her aunts for dinner
But Aunt Lydia, as far as Kit
i knew, never came to Ketchum Street
Max Adler appeared with his vic
S lin before they had cleared the mea
away. And after him Mark Quinn
e bursting in noisily. He'd been pro
NOTED at the garage. Now he coul
afford an extra evening with the III
y class. He sat on David's cushion be
0 fore the fire staring into 1t, dreaming
[ until David ordered him off. Eml
= Schelling ran up smiling, eXpansiV
with the good fortune of a new. pu
( pill. Max played for them, n thinl
after another, walking up and dow
q the length of the room while he play
ed. Kitty, relaxed in the deep chai
e that was always hers, closed her eye
G and her brain to everything but IN
thin, sweet lifting tones. On nj
cushion David dropped his ,cheel
= against his hands. where they claspe,
S his knees, and watched Kitty. mar