New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-25
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car, waving one arm at her as he
yelled into thewind. Then. just az
the street car slid to a stop and she
started towards it, he jumped out.
But Sally was too quick for him.
In the twinkling Of an eye she was
on the platform. with the door clos
ing behind her. She had escaped.
There were only half dozen peo-
pie in the car and all of them stared
at her sodden clothes and dripping
hair.
Sally did not even see them, 80
wrapped up in her own gloomy
thoughts was she. She barely saw
| the conductor when she leaned
towards him across the fare box
and spoke TO him.
Tell me-you pass E. S5th street,
don't you?"
Yes, lady" He nodded, looking
her up and down curiously.
'I'll get off there. Let me know
when we come to it, please" said
Sally, her troubled eyes on the win
dows with the darkness and the
rain behind them.
1t was perfectly clear to her all
at once where she was going for
that money!
Not to Aunt Emily, who would
! demand to know what that money
was to be used for. Not to John
! Nye, who would probably lend 1t to
| her because of his affection for
Mile.
Sally was not going to either Of
| these people. but TO Mr.. Peeyey!
She had made up her mind to go
to him, almost without thinking. 1t
just seemed to her that some inner
voice had suggested him to her as
her best bet in this terrible trou-
Bile that had swooped down upon
her like a hawk upon some helpless
prey. Afterward it seemed to her
that the thought of him had been
direct answer to prayer.
Every now and then We poor
struggling human things do some
thing without quite knowing why
we do it. Afterward. when 1t turns
out to be the very thing we should
have done. we give all the credit to
Luck or Chance.
1T was just Fate" we say...,.
But really wasn't it God? Who
knows?
At any rate that night Sally Je-
rome had an odd feeling that she
was doing something that she had
done before when she knocked on
the door of Mr.. Peevey's tall dark
house on +. S5th street.
Her heart beat wildly as she did
it. Mr.. Pecvey was always so cross
when his lunch was late that she
could imagine how furious he
would be ii he were rudely Weakened
from his sleep.
She waited for a minute, and then
rang again. Almost at once light
flashed on within the house. and
through the glass pane in the door
Sally could see Mr.. Pcevey coming
down the stairs.
He was in a red bath-robe and his
thin hair stood up all over his
small head. He looked positively
murdcrous.
"Yeh? Who's there >" he asked,
sharply, opening the door tiny
crack and putting one eye to it. as
if he expected nothing less than a
burglar or cut-throat at that
hour Of the night.
cts Sally Jerome" The girls
clear voice came out of the darkness
bravely. I've come to you for help,
Mr.. Peevcy.'
At that he opened the door. and
she stepped into the warmth of the
hall. blinking a little in the light.
II wan, hundred dollars-now
to her that She could say no more.
Her courag" suddenly mad desert
ed her and left her weak and hor
or-stricken. Why. what crazy
thing was this she was doing? Conn
ing to MI peevey of all people,
for money. Why hadn't she
gone to Aunt Emily Surely Aunt
Emily would have lent her the
money rather than see Beau turned
over to the police. . And, any
way, Why couldn't she have thrown
herself on Ted Sloan's mercy:
begged him to give Beau the chance
to make good his bad check?
''Pcevey'll never part with dol
lar of his without getting the whole
miserable story" she thought. and
she knew she never could tell it to
him. Never!
"A hundred dollars" he was say
ing now. and his voice was oddly
gentle. He stood looking at her.
with his head on one side. a gro
tesque little figure in his long red
robe.
His old eyes took her in. Took in
the white face. the dropping mouth,
the look of downright misery in the
blue eyes thar usually were so full
of the JOY OF living. He saw that
had gone all wrong with
Sally.
why. yes, guess I've got that
much money in the house" he said,
quietly. How will YOU pay it back?