New Britain herald., 1927-07-08
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possibly finish it by 5:3O-the tim she was supposed to leave ever, day. In his fussy little 'way MI Peevey was as heartless as Turk
 At three minutes after Sall opened the door and stepped ou into the shining marble whiteness o the hall
 The door of John Yves office wa closed, and she told herself that h. had gone home-or perhaps the gir in white was a friend of his, and h, was going to her house for dinner Or perhaps he was taking her som, place to have dinner with him.
 "Oh, well, I can't help it. He'I nothing 10 me, after all' Sally sai6 to herself, sensibly.
 And just at that moment hi! door opened and he came out ant closed it behind him. His lean browr face flashed with a friendly grin and he held up his hand in greeting
 T was just going to knock or your door," he said. and to Sally the sound of his voice was thrilling thing T had an idea that you might know of a secretary for me Mine came in this afternoon after two weeks vacation and broke the pleasant news to me that she go, married on Saturday"
 Was the girl in white your sec retary?" Sally wanted ask, but in- stead of that she repeated: "A sec retary. No, I don't believe I know single girl who-" She broke off. and troubled look came into the dark blue eyes.
 She did know girl who was out of job, Millie! Millie, with her soft little pussy-cat ways, her lisp and her drawling voice. her green-blue eyes that said all sorts ! of interesting things to any man who happened to take her fancy; her perfumed clothes and her gauge stockings and high heels.
 At the thought of Millie sitting in John Yves office, under his eyes, all day long, six days week, that same odd little pain twisted again in | Sally's breast.
 She knew now what that odd little feeling was. It was jealousy, pure and simple.
 T know girl who might do," she said with an effort. It seldom oc- cured to Sally to tell lie. Her natural impulse was to tell the truth, no matter what it cost her. This time it was costing her great deal.
 She's my sister," she went on, her voice very low and husky. not like the light and ripping voice that was part of her gay charm.
 John Yves level black brows went up a bit. Your sister" he said. I'm sure she'd do-that is, if she's half as nice as you are. To think of your getting old Hank Peevey his lunch every day"
 "Ill ask her to come to see you in the morning if you'd like me to-" Sally interrupted him briskly. And when he said that he would, all the light and gayety faded out of her face.
 But the man dld not see 1t. For he and Sally were walking down the hall towards the elevator now, and the tiny down-turned brim of her hat hid her face from him as she went along beside him.
 My cars parked in the next block" he said when they reached the street, and I'll be glad to take you any place you want to go"
 No, thanks" Sally cut him short again. I've some shopping to do." And she went on her way to the lit- tie delicatessen in Polk street to buy a certain kind of Bohemian rye bread that Mrs. Jerome was very fond of.
 M1illie was not at home when Sally got there at o'clock.
 She went out about 4 o'clock, and said she might be here for supper, but that she probably wouldn't" Beau told Sally as she passed his open bedroom door on her way to her own room. I've been sick all day. l guess it's the heat. Anyway, I had to come home early"
 He was lying on his bed. His coat and shoes were off. and he was reading the sport section of the eve ming paper.
 The door of Mrs. Jerome's room was closed. Sally softly opened it. and looked in. The blinds were own and the electric fan was going. In the breezy dimness, Mrs. Jerome was sound asleep against the pillows of her bed. Edna Ferber's Show Boat was clasped against her breast, and rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
 T won't wake her up thought Sally. Poor thing.-I'll get her something to eat when she wakes up"
 Mrs. Jerome's eyes opened, and she yawned.
 "Oh, it's you, Sally she mur- mured. What's that you have: Rye bread? I'll have some for my SUD- per, l think and nothing else but