The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1938-10-29
Chapter Seven
Donald Macdonald

OildplGI OeVSl
Donald Macdonald
you amt a movie star incog
milton are your" the waitress
asked Kathleen. as she brought
the tray to Kathleen's room.
Bridget rescued the tray. "She
isn't"
Gee, who d3ne your hair? It's
like raw gold"
Kathleen. having recovered from
the incognition, smiled at the
maid. Admiration in any form was
salve to her wounded vanity.
81 grew this" she told the girl.
The freckleS are homemade. too"
The maid laughed ioyously and
started removing hot plates. 81
made your order ham," she told
them. THE beef was as tough as
Old Angus. himself"
Kathleen, who had swallowed
the reference to the toughness of
her grandfather, with an effort, ac-
cepted the chair the waitress held
for her.
MY name is Mayme with ""
she went on conversationally.
Whats yours?"
Bridget officiated and Mayme,
after another rapt glance at Kath-
leen, departed for more butter and
cream. returning to talk volubly
OF the town. the hotel and Donald
Macdonald.
Sure you don't know him?"
she pressed. Then how did you
happen to come here?"
I'm here to gather material for
a book. Miss Riley is going to as
sist me-" explained Bridget
Mayme shook her head in won
der. We'll you're the first class
we've had here that amt been
after Young Donald. You ought to
see the dizzy ones who've come
up from LA. and Santa Barbara
trying to rope him in. He's smart
though. He doesn't go for women.
III bet hts goes for you, though.
Miss Riley
Kathleen sputtered through the
tea. "I'm not interested in men,"
she managed.
You will be when you meet
him. Gee, he's swell. I'll see you
get introduced. Well. l got to get
going. I'm on in the dining room
in the morning. MY tables are on
the window side. Sure hope you
sit there. good night"
The door closed on Mayme and
the two girls leaned back to re-
cover their breath.
SO the only women who come
to Neutrality are after Donald
Macdonald" teased Bridget.
Kathleen's eyes were bright with
speculation. "And I've scored the
first hit I'm one of his damned
Gregorys and I'm on his property.
Just wait"
They were in their beds when
Bridget murmured sleepily, IF
Yong Donald is shy of women be- |
cause he fears they are on the
a
better beginning"
Kathleen's reply was a sniff of |
disdain. AT that precise. moment |
she had been having the Gregory /
side Of the Neutrality street re- /
paved and properly lighted. Her
pride in the Gregory holdings had /
suffered severe shock.
Golden Hills
a WAKE at dawn, she hurried to
\ the windows for her first view
OF the new country. Warm robe
clutched about her, she parted the
window curtains and stood en-.
tranced.
The land fell away from the
rearof the hotel in a gradual slope,
then broke off abruptly into deep
eanyon{ On the far side il arose in
serrated cliffs and beyond these
were other cliffs, broken portions
left isolated in grotesque sill
houette.
Bridget" she called. 'Your art
Sc didn't lie. Here are the golden
hills outsid our window"
Bridget hurried Sleepy-eyed TO
stand for a few moments, awed.
This settles il. Get into your
slothes, ! want TO look for house.
intend to put my roots down this {
very day"
"A house" exclaimed Kath- !
cen. II
Bridget elucidated as thew
dressed. Writers who haven't ar
lived, and other working gals, such
= were supposed 10 be, don't live
n Macdonald Hotels for any
ength Of time. Nor would we have ]
he privacy here that we need, nor c
he means Of entertaining"
kathleen. busily knotting a
,olden brown tie. looked beyond Z
ler reflection 10 the mirrored I
1r1dget "A house? Entertaininc7
Ire you BY any chance mtimating B
should continue my culinary
'ducation1"
@Why not7" queried Brlsce.