The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1938-11-09

generations before you had exist
ed in this way without change ant
generations after you woult
doubtless continue the same way
| As Old Balmy would say, YOU
spirit would don its grave clothe!
and wait for DEATH But given hope
and the promise of a different flu
ture, you'd find your spirit in sur
suits, making the most Of every
day and the most of every oppor.
tunity. And there's where the diff.
ference in dollars and cents come.
in. / doubt if you've ever had tc
buy food for large family on Z
small salary, a large portion Of
which has to 60 for illness brought
on by poor housing. If you hac
you'd appreciate the Jar closet
Mrs. Arthur showed you. Every.
thing in that, excepting the fruit
which had brought in in carload
lots and sold at cost. was grown on
her own land. You might say that
was poor business on my part. bu!
| it wasn't. learned in that first
year. that the miners had more
money to spend on other things"
TOO bad the Gregorys don't fol-
low suit" said Kathleen with a
yawn that wouldn't be stified.
81 don't blame them now"
Macdonald defended. "T hey'll
have to close down next spring;
why waste all of that money on a
ghost town."
Kathleen tried to control her
start. She'd never before thought
of the closing from the Neutrality
standpoint; from the miners view.
"What will happen to the fami-
lies?" she asked. j.
Il don't know; poor devils. The
younger men will probably find
work in other mines after a time,
but it's going to be tough on the
old ones. This is their home. How
ever. they may be better off in the
long run. If you stay through the
winter you'll understand. Well.
such is life!"
The car shot ahead with burst
Of speed and Kathleen sat, hands
clenched in her pockets She had
to do something. but what? What
more could she do than obtain
the right of- way that would keep
the mine open? And with the
mine open could she force her
clan to see the needs of the
miners as she saw them? How
much money did she have in her
own right? How far would it go
towards rebuilding Gregory? Not
far she feared.
Interesting Companion
CHE must think of something.
- Another time. she was so des-
peratel3 tired.
"I'll get that right Of way If !
have to marry him to do it." she
decided. and closed her eyes.
When she opened them she found
the car was not moving, that she
was lying on the back seat, a
blanket tucked around her, fold
ed coat under her head. Had she
crawled over the front seat in her
sleep?
II thought you were going to
sleep all day." said Donald. ap-
pearing around the car. "Have .
nice nap? How's the appetizer"
Kathleen saw by shadows that
the sun was mid-heaven. "A fine
nap and I'm starved. but have YOU
a little Ali Baba in your pocket?"
mo. in the kitchen of The Mac
Donald. had lunch out up
while we were having breakfast.
Now trot down to that stream and
wash your face and I'll find a pic.
mic spot"
Refreshed by the Ice cold water.
her hair brought to a semblance of
order by wet comb: her lips fresh.
ly rubbed and O powder puff
rubbed across nose fast freckling
without Toinette's care. Kathleen
Joined Macdonald.
Young Donald. appraising her,
laughed suddenly. I'm sorry. ]
was Just thinking of the way you
looked that night on the road"
Kathleen laughed with him. con-
fessed to her near hysteria when
she saw herself in the hotel mirror
and admitted she had vowed indy.
ing hatred when he'd found the
bolts she'd been unable to find. ! l'l-
Then you admit there is an i'm.
provement?" she asked. us
"If you were q blonde or bfug
nette. I'd call for a chaperone. he
assured her.
Kathleen stiffened, then relaxed.
y asked for that. Did you mention
food?"
Seated on a boulder in the shade
OF a cottonwood tree, a stream
rushing over colored rocks at one
side, the road and high cliffs on
the other. Kathleen thought of all
Of the wonderful places she had
dined on two continents and won
dered why this seemed more won
derful than any of them.
Macdonald made an interesting
companion. She liked to look at
him: liked the quick smile, the
flash OF white teeth under the
small black moustache, the way
his hair grew back of q tanned
forehead. the heavy dark brows
which didn't shade the compelling
glance of his Scotch blue eyes.
There was magic in this painted
valley. Perhaps Il was the passion
ate hurry OF the stream: the hot
brush Of the autumn sun on her
cheek when she ventured from the
shade: or the clear. exhilarating
air. She couldn't name II. only feel
II and thrill 10 IL