The Wilmington morning star., 1941-01-23
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
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She looked CHILDISH LII lSI Div.
skirt. with her hands thrust into
the pockets of her jacket. But II
was a woman's eyes that meas
ured him from the depth OF long
understanding.
'What's the bad news, partner?
How'd you know it was bad?"
he asked.
Sixth sense"
His eyes went up to hers slow
~, travelling from the tips Of her
flat-heeled shoes up to her round
brimmed sailor. "You look cute
and school marmish," he said"
You have kind of a fresh ginger
hready look all over you. May
bite?"
Kit sat down prinls on chair
opposite him and looked at the
clock over his head. Come on,
she said, Lets hear the story"
What story?" he asked with an
outraged air. ''You must think I'm
always in trouble. Can't come
around to renew an old acquain'
tance? 1 thought I'd drop in before
/ go uptown to lunch date"
mice Of you," she said.
Vance rubbed his chin embar-
rassedly. You see, it's this way,
honey. IL happened to invite a
couple of fellows to spend the night
at my apartment. It seems that
somewhere along the route of hos
pitality, l neglected to ask these
gentlemen what their names were.
Not wishing to enbarrass them
this morning, I stepped out until
they could leave"
"Oh, Vance!' 1t was cry
wrung from her. you've been so
good for such a long time!"
He looked at her and moved un-
comfortably. 1t made him uncoH-
Portable to make Kit unhappy.
Didn't you promise me that
you'd behave when I got that taxi
driver to promise he wouldn't sue
you?"
Look here, Kit, he couldn't sue
me! You know I had to take a
poke at that guy. He was insult
ing. 1 was in the right"
Whether you were in the righ'
or in the wrong, you were wrong
I'm not always going to be around
to get you out of jams Kit didn'
know how wrong she was then
'When you're behaving, you're
such a sweet person"
He stared at the toe Of his boot
He said morosely, why don't you
give me up as a bad job?"
because I'm your friend" she
said quietly.
He looked up at her face then
and looked away quickly - hi;
thoughts away from her as quickl.
as that-while s',e waited.
Sure you are, honey" he saie
at last. II count on you like
would on my own sister,"
Something contracted pitifully il
her face when he said that.
The telephone rang. She turned
away, grateful for it's interruption
Anna came into the room, say
ing, ut wuz Mr.. Jerry, ma'am. He
says he'll be a mite late"
Thank you, Anna. Have yol
finished packing?"
The maid said, Eyes, ma am
She came into the room a minut,
later and put Kits weekend cas-
down beside the chair where XII
had dropped her motor coat ant
gloves.
Vance's eyes ran over the travel
ing things. He said, $50 it's still
Jerry?"
Vance wouldn't know that it wa
"stilI jerry" Vance was busy else
where; the apartment was lonelie
than it had been when Fran frs
left it. Kit had tried to keep
filled with guests, trying not t,
think of where. Vance was, as
she didn't know. His name leape.
out at her from social and GOSSIP
columns. His name coupled witt
Mimi Purcell's.
She said, YES" steadily, as
she hadn't noticed his tone of il
different amusement. We're driv
ing down to Princeton to celebrate
Grandfather Sembler's birthday.
"Grandfather Sembler? YOU'RE
getting to be quite happy LITTLE
family, aren't your"
Aren't wei" There was a britt,
note in her voice. ANY reasor
why we shouldn't be?'
ION the contrary, there is a
least one very good reason VIII,
ch
eembler"
She got up and looked at hin
eoolly, with question in the lif
Of her eyebrows.
1T isn't every artist who ha
such an excellent opportunity t
forge the bonds with her sponso
SO closely"
Had 1t occurred to you that
might be the kind of a person VIII
wouldn't try to knit bonds ths
Way?" she asked shakily, becaus
anger shook her. 'Also, had yo
thought there might be anothe
reason why I am-close-to tn
Semblers?"
Vance never reacted the way sh
hoped he would. Now he was mac
deningly and Intentionally dense
He said, with a twisted smile, 81
couldn't be that smart girl ik
you really is taking young Jerry
attentions seriously?"
1T might be- she said. Il don
suppose you could understand tina
he might be in love with me?"
His face was very bland, his ton
light to a point that she though
insolent. why not? You're muc