New Britain herald., 1927-07-29

"llel the JOD was uolc. 6uSSo
Mr.. Beau won't bring his bride to
that room nowl And thank heaven,
that I have a room of my own at
last! I love you, Sally, but you do
get in my way sometimes when I'm
trying to dress"
She dressed herself in Sally's pale
blue frock-her best one. And Sally
slipped into the old white null that
had been new three years before.
What do I care how I look?" she
asked herself as she hooked 1T up
before the dim mirror of her dresser.
John Nye won't be able to take his
eyes off Millie--and I'm going to be
working, anyway"
She was in the kitchen, slicing
lemons for tea, when John Nye ar
rived. She heard his car slither to
stop through the open windows,
and as she heard it, it came to her
that she had been listening breath
lcssly for that sound.
Don't you be a simp." she told
herself fiercely, scowling at her re-
Election in the mirror above the sink.
Hes not coming to see you, remem-
BERT
She did not go into the living
room until Ted came up the back
stairs from the flat below. Then they
went in together.
John Nye was sitting in Mrs.
Jerome's chair and Mile was on the
arm of it. They were both looking
at a pale-pink aster that Mile was
holding IN one hand.
She glanced up. her eyes wide and
shining.
"Mr Nye thinks it's so wonderful
that I have a little garden here in
the city, she said in her sweet, flut-
ing voice" But / told him ] just
them, no matter where I am"
For one awful second Sally
thought that Ted Sloan was going to
burst out laughing as he looked
Miles hand. Ted had been known
TO give Mile away when she was
telling one of her little white lies"
Did you grow those asters, Mil
lie?" he asked bluntly, a broad grin
on his face.
Mile nodded weakly, and hurried
to introduce him to John Nye. Then
she put the aster in Johns button
hole and danced out of the room, be-
fore Ted had time to say anything
else about it..
Il must help Sally with the sup
per-" she explained with the sweetest
little housewifely air. I'VE always
work together, and we get things
done in no time"
But as soon as the door closed be-
hind her she went, not to the
kitchen, but to her bedroom, to add
a fresh touch of powder and lip
stick to her face.
Sally put the supper on the table
alone. just as she always did.
She was proud OF the table. too.
Proud of the bread-andibutter sand
witches, tied into little rolls. Proud of
the chocolate cake with its sugar
icing. Proud of the snowy table
cloth that she had embroidered
proud of the old silver teapot, pol
ished until it shone like glass.
She was pink and bright-eyed
with pride when the four of them
sat down to the table Is minutes
later.
Everything was going beautifully.
The talk was cheerful, the late aft
ernoon sun flooded the room, the
roast beef was done to turn, the
salad was crisp and cold.
I'm glad everything Is turning
out SO we'll for poor Mile" thought
Sally, pouring the tea into her
mothers egg-shell china cups.
Il haven't eaten roast beef like
this in years. John Nye said, with
appreciation. "Millie said she'd fix
up just pot-luck meal, but it
seems TO me"
POT luck?' echoed a loud voice
from the doorway, and Beau and
Mabel burst into the room, banging
the door behind them. They brought
heavy odor of cisarets, liquor and
strong perfume with them.
"Pot-luck?" What do you mean.
pot-luck?' Mabel repeated, her
greedy made-up eyes sweeping the
little feast. Il never saw such
swell feed on this table before, and
I've been eating here for quite some
time. Beans and bread are what we
usually get on Sunday night. Amt
that SO, Beau?'
Then her glance went to John
Nye's face. Welcome, stranger"
she hailed him. 'I'll tell you who
am, even if they don't have sense
enough to knock us down to each
other. I'm the bride-Mrs. Beaure-
gard Jerome, Junior. What's the
matter with all of you? Have you
lost your tongues"
(TO BE CONTINUED)