Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-09-23
PETITIONERS AT HER FEET - -
8AbAM By MARIE BLIZZARD TEA4Nky
CHAPTER /


YES SIR, she's a sea-worthy
little craft!" Kathleen Crosby pro-
nounced and ducked her head.
THAT'S what / was thinking
about YOU" Kim Preston, busy
with ropes, didn't see the quick
flash of pleasure. that lighted up
the mild gray eyes and rather at
tractive features Of his second
cousin.
Thanks. Hadn't we better furl
'em, sailor? We've got to drive
back to New York tonight, you
know"
"Please, Katjen, please MOI"
Kim made as much Of a gesture
of throwing himself at Kathleen's
feet as space would allow.
The wind blew his soft fair hair
around his temples and the sun
shone in his eyes, making him
squint, and pointed up the wheed-
ling, half-laughing and entirely
sure-of-success expression he had
shown to her so many times since
they were children.
mo wheedling, KIM" she said.
"You won't be sorry when you see
Alix."
Look here, old girl, ever since
we were six I've been putting up
with putting off dates to take care
Of stray cats, dogs, tramps Of one
kind or another but this is too
thick! To be dragged back to the
city on a hot June weekend just
because you've met girl who is
lonesome, has no fun, isn't quite
cricket, is it? Here we have a
fine bay, a fine boat, cool
weather. :"
". mosquitoes, people who
don't care whether we are here or
not" Kathleen finished for him.
ION the other hand, in New York
we have a supper party on for to-
morrow night and one guest l am
sure is anticipating it. Did I tell
YOU that she's beautiful"
"She'd have to be Helen Of Troy
and several others to make the
idea at all attractive to me. Where
did you get herr"
swimming at the Y. w. G. A.
pool" She stopped to light Gig
aret for him.
ooh, Lord! Flat heels, thick
glasses and :"
mot at all. She doesn't live
there. She was just swimming
there to get cooled off when hap
pened to be trying to polish up on
my backstroke. We went out for
a soda and talked. You know
the way girls do"
Kim nodded.
"Well. there was something
about her-not just the things she
told me about having a secretarial
job in some advertising company
and her little room way down on
the West Side somewhere-but
something wistful and longing as
though she had been, well. -
Kathleen broke off; she didn't
know how to tell Kim about the
quality in Alix Carey that reached
out and touched her.
"Waifs always affect you that
way" Kim said lazily.
"She isn't waif! That's the
point. She's small-boned and slen-
der but her slenderness makes you
think Of sapling; it has strength
And she has, I suspect, a mind"
Anything else? Kim sounded
slightly bored.
Eyes," Kathleen said, squirting
her eyes up at the incredibly white
clouds against the incredibly blue
sky. "She has mass of honey.
colored hair you'd never expect
with long dark lashes and dark
blue eyes. And she told me she
spent her evenings cooling off or
the top of Fifth avenue bus OF
on the Staten island ferry-boat, SC
I asked her over for supper, quite
forgetting this was the weekend
was to be out here. I didn't have
the heart to tell her it was all off.
"Honey-colored hair and DARK
lashes," Kim repeated.
Kathleen looked up again at the
clouds with the uneasy feeling thai
a dark one would be found there
and then she said, surprisingly
Il warn you, Kim. not to let he'