Hungry Horse news., 1948-04-23

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y sudden little ecstasy OF huno
i Fancy! / never thought OF calm
d him that before! And I've know
him for years too. To Mr.. jaime
I Chesebro. Dwight trustee" she sal
/ pompously. Freeing her arms sh
drew in the air before her own beat
tiful figure a great stomach an
I strutted in the grass.
, He and I are through with eacl
other now. We don't have to hat
each other any longer. We're bot
glad. Of course. Aunt Kitty cuts ny
loose today. I'm on my own" Their
was an exuberance. sn elation Il
her voice. The fact was thrilling t.
her.
Dwight already had explained the
arrangement There had been nc
money she could count On from her
father after he went to Mexico;
Aunt Kitty had assumed her ex-
penses. But at her death Elsa had
been disinherited.
She gave her the income from
the estate for a year from the date
of her death" Dwight had said,
knowing that Elsa ought to save
something out of it. but darn well
confident she wouldn't"
Sounds of laughter came from the
house as We mounted the steps and
burst in upon the others. / lost,
Of course, the soft touch Of Elsa's
hand upon my arm and the comfort
OF her nearness to me, for she few
to embrace one of the girls among
the crowd of young people making
merry in the living room. But not,
however, before she had tossed to
me over her shoulder the urgent
command, Barry. don't 60 away
tonight without me-
I have no doubt that Jimmy the
Cheese, as Elsa called him that
night, was relieved that the depart
ed Aunt Kitty finally had cut loose |
her niece. An old ladies' home,
even though it were filed top and
bottom with tea-and-toast old ladies,
was a much easier task for digni-
led administrator, almost middle
aged. than just Elsa. She had sent
him her expensive motor car that
morning, and a letter explaining:
You're aware that Aunt Kitty didn't
expect me to have a cent left today.
50 I'm not disappointing her.
amt think of keeping anything my
lear aunts money has paid for"
And l haven't" said Elsa from
Ter chair beside the piano, that eve
ing she joined US at Dwight and
dargaret's. MOT penny-or any
hing her money has given me"
be stopped in vague alarm. She
ad not spoken the truth. The proc
IS OF her thought was visible in her .
ice. Except the clothes on my
ack." Dismay was in her eyes.
And" She stood up and tugged
st at her cuffs, then at the Shout I
# OF her dress. "I'u not keep
csc any longer" :
do them all up in a nice package,
wight, and send them tomorrow to
r. Chesebro, with love from Elsa.
sure to put in the love-" She
ailed down upon Dwight as he
thered the small bundle, one =
why, beautifully tanned arm point 8
to where the ring had rolled. p
md, Margaret, dear, please get :
e one Of your old suits for a work.
g girl"
Margaret arrived instantly with
avy apricot negligee and the work.
g girl suit was searched out within
e seclusion of Margaret's bed
ON.
Huntoon Rogers is a large man,
obably six feet tall and with a
anne in proportion. He has mild =
ue eyes, such as have never seen
sewhere; his ears are prominent, B.
is his nose, the latter not to his :
sadvantage. The blond hair is be.
ming to thin on top. He looked =
at me after a few moments and RI B.
oke SO quietly that nobody else gr
the room could hear him. b. b.
She hated her Aunt Kitty, didn't :
e? Bitterly" F
There's no doubt OF it." II
He went on playing. He displayed Ru
remarkable skill. II I had not
BOD watching the dexterity of his Z.
t hand. I'd have thought he was
aging two-handed composition. =
What did Aunt Kitty die off" he
ked, glancing up again. 1914
An overdose Of morphine" sps
His flying fingers executed long
n. HA
Was she an addict"
Eyes"
Sell administered" he inquired. IT,
lshlng the piece with a restful r ns,
ord. Pa,
The police said yes; the district ''0'
'orney's office, as you are aware. sss
S doubts" -
It's stone rolled away from the :,
no., said Elsa, full of classical tio
uslons, her quiet voice devoid .
wever. of the theatrical. "Its
ntalus fed at last and sisyphus
me top OF the hill. The dead
nd has let 60 its terrible grip"
drew her head back and
eathed immensely of the moonlit
INT. Barry, oh, you can't imao.