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sing, CANT help 1t when ah feel
coed. Did ali wake you up?"
Kit said. That's all right. It's
,jme | was awake. Go on with the
song. l wish l coulG get that
tlroaty quality"
"Muh goodness! All jes realized
all was singin with a real singer
GrOuu'.'
"Wio called this sleepy-head a
singer" Kit laughed.
oh. We Know all about you
down hcmc. our local paper runs
Winchclrs column. We were
50 excited when he stahtcd writin'
about vou and Jerry"
Kit sat ~ strai@hter. Did you
say that Winchcll was writing
about ne ana Jerry ,"
"Of ccu'sc. We were so thrilled!
| Jerry is sort of a Geo'sian. His
mother is kin 10 the Cartwrights
and wc-all grew up together. Nat
u'ally. were always interested in
KNOWN who Jcrry's interested in"
And did Wirchcll say that Jerry
was Interested III me-
He did. Why, we jes thought it
was wun"1Yful for Jerry to do what
he did for You. My sister. Gwennie
shes the one who's married to
one Of the Virginia Halsteads-
wanted to come TO New York and
e, hA
us that so?" Kit asked interest
edly. DO You. by any chance, re-
member EXACTLY what Winchell
said about-Jerrv and me?"
well. not exactly. But you know
something? Annabelie and ah were
right surprised when we saw you,
honey. You are sort of different
from what we expected"
You don't say" Kit said in
measured tones.
"Don' you jes love Winchell?"
II don't know him. I don't buy
the paper in which his column APP
pears. think l shall from now on"
"Ah would if ali were you, honey.
If he wrote as much about me as
he does about you. ali wouldn't
dream OF missin' it. Although I sup
pose if he didn't always write
complimentary things, ah'd feel
right mad. too"
Kit moved as if to ward off any
further blows.
The girl pulled wisp of dress
over her head and tied a belt
around an impossibly small waist
line. "Ahn set out SOS you can get
some more beauty rest, darlin',"
she said pleasantly.
Dismay lett Kit speechless for
few moments. She thought, 1 Won
der if even my looks are beginning
to desert me. Beauty sleep, indeed!
What 7 need is a little plain talk.
I think I'm going to have to get at
some information that is not going
to be easy to take.
(To BE Continued
along. III be back in about ten
days"
Ten days" she walled. If he'd
said he was going to Tibet, leaving
her in a completely unpopulated
world, she couldn't have felt more
forlorn. She was thinking of the
fortnight ahead of her.
DO you really care?' Jerry's
voice was eager at the other end
of the wire.
Il care that you have a good
time" she said guardedly. Ring
me up when you get back, Jerry"
The week was lonelier than she
thought it would be. The people
nearest to her were all away. Mana
Harris had flown to the coast for
a short visit before returning to
announce her engagement to How
ard Balch. Fran was gone and
there was no word from Vance.
There were, Of course, the usual
number Of invitations in which she
was not interested and which she
would not accept because she
would not leave the apartment.
Suppose Vance called?
But Vance did not telephone.
Fran wrote frequently from De-
troit. Kit answered cheerily.
Then came the fateful day when
Fran wrote:
The old man was tickled so pink
70 see ne that he's getting well. I
sure was glad to come where some
one appreciated my efforts to help"
Kit WINGED at that. THE doc says
he's getting along well, but he
wants me to stay couple of
weeks longer.
Meanwhile my boy friend Is
burning up the mails asking for g.
picture. Remember you and Jimmie
persuaded me to pose for bunch
about a month ago? Will you dig
one out and shoot it over to Lars
at the studio? You'll find them in
a big brown manila envelope in the
bottom drawer of my dresser"
Kit went at once to the dresser
and searched, but there was no ma
Mia envelope.
"She must have meant The bot
tom drawer of her desk" Kit said
to herself, and accordingly pulled
open the drawer which was filed
with large envelopes.
The first one spilled press photo
graphs of herself. She put it aside
and reached for the second, which
contained family portraits of
Fran's people. The third envelope
rained a mass o. newspaper clip
pings into her lap.
She saw that they were clippings
r,,o,1, +loo columns and nic1al