The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1938-10-29
BY Jeanne Bowman

! More men are caught Dy q
skillet than a perfume bottle"
Kathleen laughed at her refiec-
| ton. This was one of her good
days, she thought. Rested and in
trigued, the fading bruiSe about
her eye hidden by liquid powder.
she looked more like Gregory
The corduroy walking suit she
wore was the exact shade of her
hair. the tie, belt and boots the
brown of her eyes. Only the cream
silk of her blouse relieved the duo
tone.
Wayne stood rapt with wonder
when she first saw her, then
sprang into action. over here, /
saved you table," she pro-
claimed, leading the way through
| the big room. Don't sit there, Miss
Cleo, sit on this side so the sun'll
shine on your hair"
Where can we find a cottage
to rent?" asked Bridget.
you can't, pronounced Mayme.
fatty Young Donald tore down
all his old places and only re-
built as folks would need them.
The GregoryS have got a lot of
old dumps but you couldn't live
a winter in them. It's bad enough
trying to live in the ones the min
ers is housed in"
But if we were to pay for re-
pairs on one of the Gregory
dumps" Kathleen nearly choked
on the words. don't you think we
could rent it,"
Repairs. say listen, you'd have
to start in at the foundations and
build up Them Gregorys don't
care about anything but the ore
they get out of the mine They let
everything else go hang They're
so stingy they won't even let the
miners use the lumber from the
old cots for firewood and it amt
good for nothing else"
"WhO Is He?"
MAYME retreated to the kitchen
w for hot coffee and Kathleen
retreated into silence. After a life |
time of Gregory adulation, it
wasn't easy to accept blanket in
suits graciously. But had she been
able to admit her identity and
retaliate, what could she offer in |
defense?
There was a stir at the door: |
voices. Kathleen looked I'D. A
young man had entered; a par.
ticularly arresting looking young
man. He was tall, he had dark
hair. heavily tanned face and
small black moustache. Perhaps
it was this that made his smile so
dazzling.
About him was an air of alert
ness. There was such ease in his
carriage, the quick trim step of
leather boots. the trim Souarely
carried shoulders under the leather
coat, the narrow waist, all contrib
uted to the effect of smooth energy
rs he good looking" murmured
Kathleen. Wonder who he is?"
Bridget looked at the man, then
at Kathleen, bewilderment in her
eyes. You must have been angry"
she commented. "NoW what is
Mayme up to?"
"She seems to be serving the
man to us along with the coffee"
Kathleen, as the two APP
Mayme's cheeks were pink, her
blue eyes bright. See? What did
tell you?" she began. This is
Mister Macdonald. Mister Mac
Donald, meet Miss Riley. first
names Cleo, amt she got the
SWEETEST hair?"
Dark blue eyes. narrowed in
laughter. met Kathleen'S. Kath-
leens eyes narrowed. but not in
laughter, at least. not for mo-
nent. then she succumbed. How
10 YOU do. Mr. Macdonald"
Meet Miss Donahue." continued
Mayme, she's the book writer.
been telling Young Donald about
1ou-all wanting house. He saws
+. oh, darn" she broke off as a
nan hailed her from nearby
,abie. + got to get his three
minute egg"
MAY II" Donald Macdonald
rev out a chair at Bridget's
quick assent.
"Mayme's a great girl" he as
ured them. What did you do TO |
vim her over. Miss Riley? This is
ne first time Pve ever heard her
'oice approval of a feminine
tranger in Neutrality"
Its my hair that attracts her"
Kathleen confessed, wondering
low this charming man could be
ne and the same with the man she
lad met on the road.
~ our hair?" Macdonald
lanced up to where the warm rays
I the sun were turning the curls
0 copper. amber and gold. THAT
emlndS me that owe YOU an
pology for last night. I'm sorry
vas so rude. but you see," he
mlled. and Kathleen thought his
nile the most fascinating she had
yer seen, Il have a complex
galnst red hair" he concluded.
Kathleen Strengthened. Men had
allied her hair sunset gold, harvest
loon copper. all of the poetic
ames fancy could conjure. but
one had ever dared refer to II as
"a.
Il could dye It." she managed.
ily.
But you couldn't dye the dis
1Sition that goes with it." retorted
-acDonald and turned his shoul-
ar TO her, as he started CONVEX
tion with Bridget.
From what I've seen Of certain
eople with black hair, a bleach
r their dispositions is indicated"
And Kathleen was IN and AWAY