The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1938-05-04

world at large. had not yet di
Kathleen vaguely wondered
whether he would return in a good
or bad humor from his club where
his afternoon hours were spent.
Tom on a good-humored day
had promised her two weeks off,
and she was to leave the next day.
CHANGES HIS MIND
This time Tom returned to his
office in the worst of moods. He
sat at his desk, debating with such
speed Kathleen could hardly fol-
low him.
I'll want that mail tonight,
Miss Harding, and tomorrow
morning"
Don't you remember you told
me could take two weeks vaca-
tion?" Kathleen reminded him.
"Really?" he scoffed. We'll.
I've changed my mind about it."
Kathleen suddenly gathered
courage. I've been here for two
years from early morning until all
hours of the night, and If you
don't give me the holiday you
promised me I'm leaving you"
Tom looked at her in blank
amazement. "All right" he NUT
tered sulkily,
Kathleen, an orphan, was tall
and slim; her golden curls were
brushed straight from her fore
head and her blue eyes were large
and clear. She hated her work
at the Birnbaum Agency, but she
had neither the time nor the
opportunity to search for any
thing else.
Come to Seaville and stay at
the GroSvenor for gayety and
rest" the electric sign before the
window flashed. Well, all right,
to Seaville she would go with the
precious nest egg she had saved
and, what's more, she'd stay at
the GroSvenor; for once she'd be
away from Sordid surroundings.
She arrived at the hotel in time
for lunch next day. Her heart
beat wildly as she entered the
crowded dining room. She hoped
TO find table alone, but the
waiter guided her to a chair op-
posite. an attractive dark girl,
Smartly gowned and perfectly
groomed. She introduced herself
as Helen White. 1t seemed she
was staying at Seaville to regain
her health after an attack of
grippe.
THE ONE REAL MAN
There isn't much fun here"
Helen volunteered, all old fogies
at the hotel; there's just one real
man in the place. He's a DR.. Ora
ham. He's looking at us now"
and she laughingly nodded at
man-tall, gaunt and square of
jaw, seated at a table a short dis
lance from them.
At the end of week their &C
quaintance had grown into a
pleasant triangular companion
ship.
Seven more infinitely precious
days, thought Kathleen, as they
wandered together along the moon.
bathed beach. And then, as if in
answer to her thoughts, her eyes
met a sign in window of the
many little shops on tile Board
walk, which said: Madame
Spiro, Palmist; Advice, Given"
Let's all three go to her."
Kathleen clapped her hands.
'I've never had my fortune ;old."
Not l." laughed the doctor
"I'm too old for such nonsense,
but it's a splendid way for you
girls to while away few minutes.
Tomorrow being Sunday, why
don't you go Monday morning."
When they reached the hotel,
Helen decided she'd go to her
room and write letters, so DR..
Graham asked kathleen If she
wouldn't sit with him on the
veranda for a while.
Doesn't ~ seem strange to you
to be down here all by YOURSELF"
asked DR.. Graham. "Oh, no."
Kathleen smiled. I'm used to be-
ing alone" and on the impulse of
the moment she told him her
simple story.
Poor thing" he murmured.
"You know you remind me of my
sister. She kept house for me
after our parents went to live
abroad. Three months ago I
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