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BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CAST OF CHARACTERS KATHLEEN O’SHAN-—heroine, of greeting card verse. BOB M’TAVISH—hero. detective story writer. PAT-—the janitor who played Cupid. The DUCHESS-——patron of surrealist

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art. PROF. BRACEY—Egyptologist.

Yesterday: Pat decides that Bob’s dog, Schmatz, can be used as an excuse to bring the voung couple together.

CHAPTER THREE

IFTING the dog in his arms, Pat rapped at Kathleen's door.

When she opened it, he managed |

a worried expression. “Look, Miss Kathy, would ye be so kind as to keep him till his master gits back. He belongs to the new man upstairs, Mr. Bob McTavish. He's a writer or something. Quite a likely young feller I'd say.”

The girl held out her arms de- |

lightedly. “Of course Ill keep

him. Be glad to. I saw him on the |

stairs when they were moving in up there. ter's away you say?’ “Well Schmatz couldn't git That's the dog's name,” Pat answered evasively. “I'll till where the terrier is Rhymes goin’ all right?” “I guess s0.” tle. “I've got queen, sheen.

down to green,

Isn't he cute? His masin. |

him | directly.

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ymuch about it, and in the back of his mind lay the warning thought that he was going to see her again soon. Studio One was feeling the effects of his visit, too. Kathleen tried desperately to think of her verse. But it was no use. In spite of the impending rent bill, a happy song kept bubbling from her lips, and | the flavor of bean soup became | much more important than how | many rhythmic beats a line might | have. She kept jumping up and re{arranging the gay dishes she had | put on a table in one corner of the | room, muttering, = ® ” i AIR—fair—" Reading her | rhymes out loud had got Kath|leen into the habit of talking to

| herself. “What nice blond hair he | had—the way it waved back from

his forehead—oh, dear, this hasn't a thing Irish about it! Bob MecTavish—that’s Scotch. Almost Irish,

anyway, so what the dickens!” She flopped down into her chair once more and firmly reached. for a sheet of paper. But if Kathieen was finding it distracting that Bob had taken the studio upstairs, the Duchess too was very much aware that the room across from her had been rented. Now she languidly knocked the {ashes from her cigaret and re- | marked to a tall dark man with ex- | aggerated sideburns, who was leaning over her easel: “Rather a good-looking new tenant has just moved it. I must certainly get acquainted with him.”

(To be Continued)

Daily Short Story

OLD DESIRE—By Garvin Reid

She sighed a lit- |

Maybe the dog can |

help. His eyes look bright enough

to think up something.”

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= NE shut the door and Pat shook | his head and went back to his |

sweeping.

After he finished, he |

trudged heavily up the stairs and | knocked on Bob's door. The young |

man stuck his head out. “Oh, hello,” he said. anything of my dog? quite a while ago.” “I see the gurl downstairs taikin’ him in, I think,” Pat

“Say, seen | I let him out |

answered |

gravely. “She's got studio number

one. Thought I'd jist tell ye.” “Thanks. Tl and get him.” stairs. Pat grinned. little gurl she is now. studio quite a while. Writes rhymes or something.” “Oh a poet!” “Well if green rhymes with queen, she is,” answered the Irishman sagely and picked up his dustpan. He watched Bob knock at Kathleen’s door.

“It's a grand

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CE studio 1, Schmatz hurled himself delightedly at his master, while Kathleen looked on with & smile. “Positive proof that you're Mr. McTavish,” she said. Then went on to explain how she happened to have the dog, adding, “And I'm Kathelen O’Shan, in case you want to prosecute me for stealing him.” Bob smiled back at her. She made a pretty picture in her neat apron, a ready smile playing around ruddy lips. Quite the prettiest thing he had seen since he came to the city, he decided. “You say the janitor brought the dog to you?” he asked. When she nodded, “I see.

Pat seems to have the welfare of |

his tenants very much at heart. He said you were a poet.” “Oh, no,” Kathleen hastened to correct him. “Nothing so arty as that. Besides I've got to support myself. I do greeting cards for a living. You know, Valentines, birthdays, Mother's Day cards, friendship cards and all that. Sometimes it’s fun and sometimes it's an awful headache, especially about now when it gets near bill time. I get to worrying, then I can’t rhyme anything but due and blue.”

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> mean to say you actually make a business of selling those cards? I always supposed they just printed them. Never thought about the people who must write them.” “Well, you can think about me doing it now.” Kathleen's tone held an edge. “Pat said you were writer, too. I suppose you do bocks, or these stories that're all dressed up with pictures in the big magazines.” Bob picked up the dog and leaned back against the kitchenet wall. smiling up at her. “Pat’s a regular information bureau, isn’t he? And of course I did ask for that last remark, after what I said about greeting cards. But you're wrong, lady, dead wrong. I've got to eat, too, you know. That's why I write for the pulps.” Kathleen looked mystified.

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oe OU know the every-page kind. posses, master detectives, crooks rampant in every paragraph. It's a great life. My menu's governed solely by the number of words I sell in a month. Ten thousand

kill-’'em-on-Sheriff's

run right down | Bob started for the |

Had that |

“He quickly drew up the opened newspaper.”

HIS was great, he thought. Fin- | ished at the office just in time to make the 8:10—a little later and he would have had to wait till the 9 o'clock train. Good thing he worked right through the dinner | houf™now he could put that supper ‘money with the “fund” and Kate (would fix him something when he {got home. Gosh, he could hardly | wait to tell her the good news—two | weeks’ vacation with pay—boy! It | was going to be swell. Pack the kids {and a little luggage into the old |Ford and barge off like four care- | free vagabonds! He began to whis|tle a tune that matched the tempo {of his quick, light steps. | In a few minutes, after having [ bought a paper, he ran down the | stairs to the southbound suburban | just before it pulled out. In his seat. he was just beginning to open [the paper when he saw the young | woman opposite him, intently read{ing a magazine. His eyes bright(ened with immediate recognition, | and it appeared as though he were labout to speak, but, instead, he [quickly drew up the opened news- | paper, shielding his head from view. |Kit—he said to himself —Kit—Kit (Vale. | He stared blindly at the headlines | before him, possessed by a queer | sensation—Ilike that of a fast descent |in an elevator. How long had it ‘been since he had seen her? Six | —seven years? It seemed so long— {and still it didn’t somehow. He had thought about her so much—so often | —after they—— He was going to | say, “broke up,” but you have to | have something to break up. They never did, unless you'd call it friend|ship—guess that's what she did call it, but he— | = n = EMPTATION was too great and he moved the paper ever so

slightly to catch another sight of |

| her. She'd changed. Yes—a little | older—but now she was even lovelier | —no longer a pretty, restless girl, but a woman—well poised, sophisti- | cated, handsome. What changes | had taken place were all advantage- | ous. The hair was a shade darker— Ino longer fluffed in curls—but old | gold in soft waves.

| He was hungry to look at her, |

| but she might see him, might smile |and talk to him, and he couldn't | take the chance—he was afraid— { he thought he’d been cured—had | forgotten in other things . . . his | wife . . . the kids—and now, one | sight of her and he was lost.

Once more he dared to look. Her

deadly | figure was changed, too. Time was

| kind to this woman—too kind—why | must it be so darned partial? Sud-

| denly there followed the picture of |

his wife. Her figure belied the fact

words, bean soup. Twenty thousand, | that she was only a year older than maybe a pork chop, and once when ! he—sometimes she looked as mature

I caught one editor just after he | as his mother. Poor Kate—Kate— had come out of an anesthetic or | Kit. For the first time it occurred something, and he paid me a prize | to him that these two had the same of $500, I ate a whole turkey dinner | name—Katharine. Funny he hadn't

Kit—dainty— |

all at one time.” A dimple showed at the corner of Kathleen's mouth, and she fished a pencil out of the pocket of her apron and inspected it closely. “I can make good bean soup,” she remarked irrelevantly. Bob leaned forward eagerly. “So what?” he asked. “Yes, do come tonight and bring Schmatz. Maybe he could find a rhyme for bone.” “And if he did of course that would be doggerel, wouldn't it?” laughed Bob, and made for the door. = u = S he ran up the steps, the janitor was still working in the upper hall. Bob reached in his pocket. “Here, buy yourself some tobacco, Pat. You're a discriminating person.” The old man grinned. “How many rhymes do you think it takes to pay her rint? Too bad that agent don’t have to try thinkin’ thim up himself.” Bob waved his arm dramatically. “If he did he'd probably end by sending her a note saying, It’s Patrick's idea now indade, Dear loidy, that yer rint is paid. Maybe we can suggest it to him.” His door banged shut.

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UT although he resolutely sat down to his typewriter, it was not so easy to close the door of his mind. Certain black-lashed es of Irish blue kept coming beeen him and the villain. His pwn eyes strayed frequently to his glock without his being able to do

{ thought of it before. | soft—one couldn't other name suitable.

imagine any

n » » IS mind began to play the same old tricks on him—the old | game of wondering what it would be | like to hold her in his arms—to hear | the voice that had haunted him so {long form the the words he would { have it say. He remembered all the | crazy situations he used to concoct | in earlier years, in which he was | always the hero—saving her from a sinking ship—a gang of cutihroats. He smiled to himself with bitterness. He'd had this dream since they were in college. He frowned—disgusted with his own weakness. It was high | time he was beating this. He wondered what might effect a cure. Perhaps forcing the issue— | maybe if he forced himself to speak | to her he might discover that this [ spell under which she cast him ex- | isted only in his imagination. He | would be quite casual, and even if | she were obviously pleased to see | him again, he'd appear friendly but | detached. He'd ask about her hus- | band. Husband? What if she no longer had a husband? What if he had died—or she was divorced? In a flash, the hope he'd been nursing changed face, like a card in the hands of a magician.

HE train was slowing for a stop when he saw her rise to leave. She glanced at him, unseeing at first, and then he saw the suggestion of recognition in her look. For one moment his eyes looked deep into hers. Then before she had

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he snapped the hiding once

time to be sure, paper back in place, more behind it. After she had reached the platform, his gaze followed her as long as possible. Later, he, too, left the train and walked the three blocks to his home slowly. There was no spring to his step now. When his wife heard him enter {she called a cheery greeting from |the kitchen. He paused for a long | breath before he attempted to make {his usual response sound natural— failing, his voice was dull—fiat. Kate sat opposite him at the table | —sipping coffee while she watched (him eat the warmed-over supper. |For a while she chattered about the [ordinary events of the day, then [inquired about the office. He an|swered briefly. When she asked of the news in the paper he realized {uncomfortably that in all the time [coming home, he couldn't think of |a single item at which he had stared [so blankly. ® ” IS hesitation was

» becoming obvious when he was saved by the interruption of a child's voice from the room joining the dinette. It was Junior wanting to leave bed to see his father. Kate made a move to get him—looked more sharply at her husband, then called to the child, “Daddy’s having dinner, dear. You go to sleep and he’ll see you first thing in the morning.” “While Kate cleared the dishes he pretended to listen to a radio pro- | gram. Soon she came to the living | room and, sitting in the chair oppo- | site him, took up some sewing. | Every few minutes she looked up at [him silently. Finally she asked: | “Anything happen today, Ed?” He wanted to tell her the news about the vacation--he knew how pleased she would be—but he couldn't bring himself to be sufficiently enthusiastic about it. Anyhow, it could wait—it didn’t seem important now. He merely shook his head. “You're tired,” she said. “Maybe you'd better go to bed.” He sighed. “Yes, I think I will. | I've had a hard day.” THE END

(Copyright, 1937. United Feature Syndicate)

The characters in this story are fictitious

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