The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-08-31

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think she could convince anybody
else.
Doris lOnged to ask questions !:
Where were they going2 But her
tongue was tied. OF course she was
supposed to know where they were
going. Just few such questions
as that and Mrs. Du Val would be-
gin to think she was queer. Then
there would be doctors, hospitals,
maybe an asylum. She closed her
lips tightly. No, she would tell no
one. And certainly one Of these
days she would wake up remember
ing everything.
She told Mrs. Du Val, however,
about the loss Of her bag. The little
French woman was SO incensed
that she all but turned the car
straight back to town. "But the
police will get her. Oh. She is q
bad one. She is veres bad. But I
thought you had no money! Rocky
said he was giving you nothing,
and should give you all? Where
did you get it?"
Doris flushed. Where did she
get It? She wished that she knew.
HE gave 1t to me at the last mo-
ment," she said, hating to lie and
yet not knowing what else to do.
Well, perhaps he did, she said to
herself. Certainly she didn't know
that he didn't.
However she decided to be as
mum as an oyster after this expe-
rience. Even the most innocent
story might trip her up with some
question about her past that she
couldn't answer.
"Ah, but Oscar will be crazy
about you," said Mrs. Du Val fond
". Rocky was SO naughty, wasn't
he, not to tell US he was married.
At first Oscar was ooh SO mad. He
said he would give Rocky nothing.
Nothing. But I soon Gained him
down because / know my Rocky. I
knew the girl he would pick. And
now when he sees you Oscar too
will be SO happy. All it will be like
living our own love over! Such hap
piness ~ The small eyes filed with
tears Of sentiment. The stout little
hand covered hers. Doris too was
filed with q rush of emotion.
"And Oscar shall do a beautiful
figure Of you for Rocky" went on
Mrs. Du Val happily. 'Your figure
is just what my Oscar loves best
to model. He
But Doris was no longer listen
ing. Something had clicked in her
brain. Oscar. Who was Oscar? Mrs.
Du Walls husband undoubtedly. But
Oscar Du Val was famous French
sculptor. And Mrs. Du Val was
speaking of his modelling her.
Oscar Du Val. She hoped 1t might
be the first ray of light breaking
into her past. But no more followed.
Why did she remember Oscar Du
vaps name and not the name of her
husband Rocky?
Mrs. Du Val leaned near her and
patted her hand. "Ah Doris, now q
thousand doubts are gone forever
from my heart. Rocky is a good boy.
I knew it. Many times told Oscar.
But when he stayed away from
home so much-when his life In
New York seemed to absorb him, ]
will confess to you, sometimes was
afraid. Not that I ever let Oscar
know. You will not give my secret
awayr'
Behind the round glasses the eyes
Of the little French woman were full
of friendliness. More than that, they
were alive with love. Rocky's moth
er liked her. Her heart filled with
gratitude. She chung to Mrs. Du
Walls hand.
"You are being very sweet to me-"
The moment of sentiment passed.
Mrs. Du Val gave little cluck and
settled back in her corner. mo, no.
you are my own daughter low, nest
ce pas? All, that is what l have al
ways wanted, a daughter"
Doris felt pang Of misgiving. II
she could only know what all this
meant. Could that man in the cab
be Rocky? And If not, II he were her
husband then Mrs. Du Val would
not be her mother-in-law. Perhaps
she was not being honest. Perhaps
she ought to tell Mrs. Du Val all
about 1t. She turned impulsively.
"Mrs. Du Val, I have something
to tell you"
"Oh, but you must not call me
Mrs.. Du Val. Non, non jamais. Cest
mauvais. Call me mother"
Doris smiled. "All right. Butt
really ought to tell you"
Mrs. Du Walls round little body
bent at the waist. II know, dear
child. There is no need to tell me.
Do not excite yourself"
"You known"
eyes, yes. Rocky has told me over
the telephone. We must take good
care Of you. Oh oui, Very good care
of you. Rocky would scold me for
letting you talk so much, for talk
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