The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-03-31
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Mimi. live IN Orange Hills.
suburb OF Los Angeles. Ny grand
father and also my father made a
great fortune IN silver mines IN
Nevada"
Karl put n casually never TAX
ing his eyes from keiths face.
Minis she not your mother -
Keith looked down. twisting his
glass. NO. my father married her
several years ago after my mother
died He looked up. = have a
brother. Steve. and a married SIS
ter. Betty. They all live on the
coast
1t must be hard for you to be
so far from them. Karl remarked
alphabetically. in my country
families must perfosee stay close
to one another
II want to make my own way
Keith explained easily. When I
do I shall 90 back Until then
Chicago is my home" He spoke
carefully. knowing any slightest
slip would be apparent 10 his
suieWuly Stlldl Hosl.
1t is a most credible ambition
Karl observed. Il sincerely hope
you are making progress
To tell the truth I'm still CROP
ing for the first rung of the well
known ladder TO success Keith
told him frankly. Il am a clerk
+ in a law office I, myself, am
lawyer and am naturally watching
for an opportunity.
Perhaps you are on the first
: rung without realizing it" Karl
said kindly. ITO me 1t would APP
pear that you are
Hilda's fond eyes rested on her
father. He always could be count
ed on TO say and do the right
thing. Karl Gresson gentleman.
His station had never been more
apparent than tonight. AS Sally.
at the library, would say, Karl
had class. For the thousandth
time she wondered who her father
had been in Duerania and why he
was an insignificant citizen of Chi
cago.
They had talked for an hour.
Keith was in mellow mood. I'm
accustomed to being forced to pass
inspection he felt that he had
made favorable impression AS
new experience he had enjoyed
! the novelty.
Wont you sing for us, Hilda ?"
Karl asked and a chuckle rose to
/ keiths throat. He had read of
just such evenings. The sutton
sized up by the family. The proud
! parent showing off his child. 1t
was mid-Victorian and ridiculous.
He and Hilda should be dancing
at a night club. Now if they
brought out the family album the
evening would be complete.
Strangely enough he was enjoying
himself immensely. An exciting
/ little current ran between himself
and Hilda. In every word and
every glance there was subtle
meaning and significance.
Obediently she went to the old.
upright piano. Her fingers strayed
| over the keys in a minor melody.
Then she sang. Old folk songs,
simple and seemingly without
rhythm. Her voice had a strange,
haunting quality. 1t was an ex.
quisitely trained voice. Totally
unappreciative Keith centered his
attention on the curve of her check,
the sheen of her hair, the graceful
movement of her hands Karl
loungcd in his chair. eyes half
closed, drinking in the familiar
strains.
Suddenly the tempo quickened.
! Modern rhythm filled the room.
Karl stirred uneasily. keiths toe
tapped the time. Thanks for the
Memory, song of today, bravado
covering an aching heart. Hilda
glanced over her shoulder into
keith's eyes, her voice throbbed as
she sang, Strictly entire nous,
darling how are YOU And all the
little dreams that never did come
true - He got UP and went to lean
on the piano, looking down at her
shining head.
Skillfully she slid from one song
TO another. Old songs, new songs.
AT last The Rosary her voice
pulsating and moaning, and from
that, without a break she swung
INTO the rollicking "Tippy Tim.
Dropping both hands in her lap
she laughed up at Keith.
Karl. watching them inWardlv
heaved great sigh. To himself
he said, IT'S the real thing with
Hilda and Keith thinks he's in love
with her. Please. God, make 1t
right TO Be Continuedl