The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-06-16

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sand dollars to 60 away. They re.
fused. We cannot drive them out.
The only thing ] can do Is marry
Godfrey very soon and leave Sea-
cliff forever. lin going back 10
the house, Bob-ro. don't come
with me-"
He watched as she marched with
militant steps through the rows Of
citrus trees.
@Poor kid" he said.
Gretchen, excited and rosy, enor.
mously attractive in a starched
house-dress Of lowered percale,
was handing q sack Of fruit to a
customer as Bob sauntered up to
the roadside stand. He waited TN.
til she made change and the Gus
toner returned to his car.
Hello" he called. 'How's bust
ness?"
"GoodI I've taken In two dollars
and thirty cents alreadyi Almost
enough to buy Betsy new pair Of
shoes and material for a dress. Isn't
it perfect, Bob7 we've need so
many things. It's been so long since
we had dollar that didn't have
to go for food. Wen never be able
to thank you enough for suggest
ing this. But your sister, what did
she say?"
Nothing much. You see, she's
never been hungry or without
money" gg
Neither have YOU"
mo: But have good imagina-
ton"
Telegram
LIE BROKE of as small human
II whirlwind descended upon
him and wrapped its chubby arms
ed Betsy, "don't let Uncle Tally
spank me pleased didn't steal
nothing-honeSt / didn't"
Bob hoiSted her to his shoulder;
wiped her tear-Smudged face with
his handkerchief. '.Nobody's going
to spank you, Betsy. What's
wrong?"
Gretchen, apprehensive, hurried
to them. what makes you think
Uncle Tally will spank your" she
asked, tying the loose strings Of
Betsy's worn little shoes, pulling
down her dress and pushing the
silky black hair from her forehead.
Reassured. pleased to be receiv-
ing so much attention, Betsy
purSed her small mouth and
achieved an injured expression. Il
went into Joshlyn's garden and
picked whole big bunch Of flow
ers for Grandma and she was aw.
full mad and she said Uncle Tally
would spank me because il was
stealing-is that stealing. Mister
Bob?"
swell, in a way" he said. sup
pressing a laugh. "You see. Betsy,
those flowers don't belong to you.
When you want something that
isn't yours you should ask for il
first"
Her round black eyes were skep-
teal. II wouldn't get 'em IL did.
Gramma says / mustn't 60 on that
side of the big fence and mustn't
ever ask Joshlyn things or bother
her."
Gretchen's eyes appealed mute
ly to Bob. He said. you're for
given this time, Betsy, but don't
do it again. Every time you get an
impulse to trespaSS you come to
me and I'll buy you an ice-cream
cone"
"What's-a--a impulse to tres
treSpuS?" she demanded.
"A feeling that you want to do
something you know is naughty.
Understand"
Her eyes glinted impishly. 81
want to play with that big doll in
Joshlyn's bedroom, Mister Bob. Is
that awfully bad? If ! don't do il
will ! get ice-cream?"
eff you do it you will get q
spanking from mel" Gretchen
threatened. Maybe next week I'll
buy you a doll.
Like Joshlyn's?"
Better" Bob promised. "I'll see
to it myself. And now for the ice.
cream. Is it all right If take her
into town. Gretchen?"
Betsy's mother seemed embar-
raised. IF you want to."
AS Bob carried the little girl to
his car and put her in. the seat
Thorndyke came up. Going to
adopt herr" he Queried ironically.
81 might" Bob's voice was cool.
Thorndyke regarded the child
with distaste. You'll spoil her by
bringing her on our property.
Bob he said sharply. She'll over.
run the place when We have guests
and don't want her."
Bob kicked the starter and
showed the gear into reverse. sOh,
shut up,n he said. sYou and Lyn
make me sick. Neither Of you have
humane instinct In your blue
blooded carcassesln
Releasing the brake he stepped
on the gas and backed the car
around to face the driveway. "Wait
minutel" Thorn yelled. II want
to tell you something"
Bob applied the brakes and
leaned over the side of the door.
well, what is it?s
ST got wire from Nola. She's
flying in from Boston on the after
noon plane. She's coming for long
visit and what win she think
about" 4
81 don't care what she thinks
about anythinglp Bob snapped.
"She,s your fiancee: not mine.
| Bob. angered. drove recklessly
Through the lane between border.
ling palms until Betsy touched his
arm and asked, what makes you
look so mad, Mister Bob7"
He slowed the car. Relatives,
Betsy. / don't wish them any hard
luck but I'd sure like to see them
have to earn their bread and but