Evening Star Newspaper, June 9, 1932, Page 36

TANGLED LIVES == By ANN FORESTER Anthar at CHAPTER LVIL GETTING READY. AIN dashing lxlln.!t the window pancs . looding the room with morning light which struck cold highlights from the shiny black furniture, from the scarlet | lacquer bookcases. A moment when Joyce woke to the old, gray depmsslm. then memory flooding upon her like | bright white light. Memory bring&n" jov so sharp it was like pain. Jim was here . . . here under this same roof! Jim loved her. A moment of warm. sweet rapture, | when she felt her heart go out in a| glad little rush of thankfulness. She ) A moment when Joyce awoke to the old { , last—you can't leave me like this! was going away from this gray stagna- tion—going to escape into life, with Jim. Jim's wife . . . Mrs. James Keith .. she said it over to herself, moving her lips liks a child, and, with a sudden Tapturous movement, fiung her slim body over and pressed her vivid face into the pillow Drum . .. drum . .. drum . .. wind and dripping trees. How many rany Winters had passed over this old brick house? How eften in the past had Roger wakened to hear that monoto- nous drumming on the window panes—a gray wall shutting him into the narrow confines of Riverton? He had wanted to shut her behind that gray wall, too—but Jim had opened a wayv of escape! There would be rain out there on the ranch. Fierce rain— Jim had spoken of it. It came down as though the heavens opened--a great sheot of water, sometimes bringing fear and danger with its downpous Joyce was tense as of it. Well, le e comed it! s dreary monotony. Rain and wind about a frame farm hou . crowded days hard work a1 3 thm\mz: im lying with hands her head and a happy lmla smxlr‘ stamped on her lips when d. nething of Kitty's natural buoy- ancy had been eclipsed by these trying months at Riverton. but this morning h!r face was beaming. nd this is a grand way to be treat- Jim's up an’ chewing ails for the sight of you." yce gave her a smile \\lmh made ](lh\ blind. “Don't be grouchy! TFor the rest of my life I'll be rising at day- break to put the clothes in scak or curry the horses or whatever one does on a ranch. Don't begrudge me thece last moments of idleness. Kitiy, come here! Here. where I can hug you. Oh. Kitty—K: arling! Can you feel how happy I am! I must throw cut rays, like the sun. T think I'm like a black cat—take me in the dark and stroke me and I'd give out electric sparks. Oh. Kitty— | The last was a sob. and for a moment Joyce clumg to the older woman, weep- 4ng on that broad, kindly shoulder. “You won't regret it, honey?” Kitty whispered it a little timidly. “You won't regret giving up the ease and the money and the soft living? Four years more, darling, and then the world | ‘would be yours——" [ “What good would a world be with- | out Jim? Four years . . . four eterni- | ties! In four years, Kitty, Jim and I will be an old married couple. With children—children, Kitty. I'm shame- | less! I have no false pride or modesty; | I know what I want. I want to live | my life—fiercely! I want to make up for losi time. And live! Live! I feel ®&s though I'd been dead” Kitty said nothing. only stroked that dark red head pressed against her shoulder. In a moment that silence seeped through Joyce's happy absorp- tion. She lifted her head and her ear- nest eyes plunged deep into Kitty's blue gaze. “Kitty—you'll come with us? You Wwon't leave me now? It isn't much to offer, just a plain home—bare and ugly, Jim says—but we'll all be together. Ah, Kitty, we've been through too much together for you to leave me how. Kitf head turning toward the win- dow. Kitty's eves refusing to_meet her ovwn, and Joyce realized that Kitty had been fighting her own battle of lone- liness and small jealousies, “You won't need me now." Fough edge on that. “Need you!” Joyce's voice broke. A little She P “Soite Wife." forced Kitty's face around to meet her | tremulous, laughing gaze. “You darling old idiot . . . I need you more than ever! Oh, Kmy my one true friend, what would I have done without you all these years, and now—when I'm happy at = gray depression. Wwe both want you—Jim and L. .. " That day Jim took a flying trip to the city to attend to some business. He would return early the next morning and they would be married in time to caich th2 noon train West b ully agreeable. “I'm glad to be rid of you. Kitty and I have a perfect orgy of packing on. A marn is in the way—but don't forget to re- r you'll throw my marriage plans ully. I must have a bride- . all well regulated marriages provide one——" " Then. with a bewil- dering change of manner, she flung herseif into Jim's arms and pressed him close in a way which recalled a long- ago_moonlit night to !h- mn‘i‘ mind ‘Tomorrow—oh, da jealous of the time! I'm afrai Jlm~‘mld me BARGAINS! BARGAINS! Fares slashed again. Small vacation budgets go further than ever before. $1165° Pacific Northwest Round Trip from Washington Puget Sound country—Seattle, Tacoma, Victoria, Vancouver, Mt. Rainier, Mt. Baker, Olympic Peninsula. Return via Canadian Rockies; or California and Colo- rado without additional cost—a 20% reduction. ’87E Yellowstone Park Round Trip from Washington thru new, thrilling Gallatin Gate- way, 170 extra miles of motoring, at no additional cost. 414-day Tour of Park, $45.00 at lodges; $54.00 at hotels. 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The modernistic furniture she stoutly refused to have sent on. “Now, wouldn't all this lacquered tight—tell me nothing can come be- tween us now!” A busy day of selecting, packing. roping trunks. There was surprisingly little Joyce cared to take into her new life. The trailing, medieval evening | gowns, the fllmy chiffons she tossed aside. At Kitty's protests, she shrugged. “What earthly good will they be on a | ‘Western horse ranch?” She packed her riding habit. Hcr smart, warm sport suits. Winter cnals Si'k wash dresses—"I'll be doing them in the tub myself!” she told Kitty hap- pily. Only in the matter of underwear and negligees had she been self-indulgent. These rich, embroidered Oriental silks —the maribou-trimmed Prench robes— they brought a memory of that other house!” she asked. that, Kitty—" the violet eyes opened wide and soft, and a proud little smile played around her mouth, “I don't want to handicap Jim with a lot of useless | and expensive junk. 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