"And lived happily ever after," she
prophesied, i Then In true housewifely
alarm she ran to the wagonette. "The
kettle," she said dramatically, "has
boiled dry."
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By Phil Moore
HEN Miss Jtaesur-breathless
with baste, rushed in to tell
hey she had just heard over
the telephone that Jessamy West was
dead. Harriet Hall was Quietly peter
ing some chins,
"Dead!" Harriet cried. She ea.
v gripping her hands together, staring at
Miss Jessup, her face as white as tier
Uttla ruffled apron, N
Through her mind raced a picture
of lovely Jessamy West, rosy, ftrn-bos-.
omed. laughing. Ten days before they
had beea partners at a gams of bridge.
"Dead!" she repeated totally, "Oh,
Mies Jessup. it can't be true!"
"I guess It is, all right," Hiss Jesstrp
said, grimly, "The doctor told her
when the children came down with
diphtheria and they quarantined the
house that she bettPr stay away from
them, The disease always goes hard
with full throated folks. But she
laughed at him. And now she's dead
and poor Norman is almost erasy. The
tV , however, are getting 'better,
they say." Still Harriet could not be
lieve it. But she had to when she
heard the news confirmed. Jessamy
West was geaily dead and her home
was aeda desolate.
Jt was nearly a month later that
Harriet met Jformea walking with his
two ehQdrea, He looked pale and for
lorn, She stopped to talk to him.
