The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1940-01-19
n ~ 4 A BY LOUISE PLATT
I /aHA -NA NAA1NMOA, HAUCK

sense under that curly mop of
yours. Remind me of it If / start
Numbering again!"
Happy, Gay Years
CUE, lying wakeful long after
~ she had heard her brother
seek his own bed, pondered this
surprising talk. She went over it
again and again: its first note of
warning, the curious persistence
Allen had showed; Allen. whose
advice was usually given in the
fewest possible words! ,
Was he trying to prepare her
for some news of his own. or was
he really worried about her.
wholeness of heart? -.
She thought back on the last
five years. They had been happy
years, gay years, with Maggie to
look after the housekeeping and
nothing for Sue to do but enter
tain her brothers friends, sitting
with demure dignity opposite him
at table, shop with Barbara in
the mornings, drive her own
small car about as she would, run
down to Kansas City every week
or so for play or party, keep
up her French with old Madame
LoiSelle, her music with Scarletti
-. it had all been fun, fun! Sure
ly it was not going to end now?
"Why should it, IDIOT" she in
quired of herself as the clock III
the living-room struck twelve
What on earth are you getting
yourself so worked up about?
Allen has these attacks of con-
science every so often, just as he
said. There was that time he de-
cided / was too thin, and made
me drink raw eggs and cream
twice a daylight And there was
the evening he caught Forest
teaching me to smoke, and SIM
ply raised old Ned about it! This
tonight m ans nothing - abso-
lutely nothing!"
Nevertheless she tossed for an
other hour before she finally fell
asleep, her hand tucked under
her cheek as usual but a faint
frown knitting her black browS
even in slumber.
The next afternoon she went to
the river bluff again, this time
driving her car right up to the
great stones which protected the
edge against the thousand foot
drop.
The spot had always been a ia
vorite one with her. Her father
had brought her here when she
was a child, pointing out the
changes the sullen river had
made, showing her the fiat coun-
try on the other side where once
the Indians had roved undisputed.
She remembered one glorious
day when a tall. gentle-voiced
newspaper man from Denver had
pointed out the exact spot from
which the Pony Express rider had
boarded the ferry boat on the first
lap of his picturesque journey.
why do you always want to
come up here?" Barbara demand
ed now and then. tits always the
same old view"
LUZ ~ w do 41CYCL blIC ScllIC view.
Sue told herself; never were
river and eandbars and lewzlying
hills below quite the same. Born
In one of the most pictuFesquely
interesting of all Middle we S t
towns, she had been stepped in its
history and traditions. From
where she stood she could see the
spot on which candy kettles had
boiled for more than a century.
She liked to think of the young
Frenchman brought especially
from st. Louis to cater to the bold
fur-trader's sweet tooth; of the
unpretentious log cabin in which
"molasses stew" was made for the
40 emigrants, enduring the long
winter in camps about the village,
waiting for grass" 1t thrilled her
even yet to remember that spe-