Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-08
CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIII
1t seemed to Sally, as she looked
at little Mabel with startled blue
eyes, that she really had never seen
her until this moment.
Perhaps il was because she was
seeing her now through John Nye's
eyes-but somehow she never had
seemed so over-dressed. so highly
ronged, so ~loud-vofced, 500 vulgar
before.
She stood in the doorway, swing
ing her beaded bag to and fro, roll
ing her eyes at John Nye, mad talk
ing to him as IL she had known him
all her life.
you'll make room for me beside
you, won't you, Big Shot?" she asked
him pertly, seven if they don't ask
me and Beau to sit down and have
q bite. you will, won't your"
"Of course, / will" John answer
ed good naturally. and sprang up TO
place a chair for her beside his
own.
The sudden movement seemed to
bring Sally back to life. She had
Of dismay ever since the newly-mar-
rlcu pdlE ndu DuIct OPcH Ihc douA.
Now she jumped up and did all the
things that she should have done
three minutes before.
She kissed Mabel, smiled at Beau
and told him to get some forks and
napkins from the ~sideboard. She
sent Ted Sloan into the kitchen to
slice some more roast beef, and then
she put an arm around Mabel and
drew her out of the room.
Il know you want to come out
into my room and put some powder
on your nose, and 50 forth" she
said to her. although Mabel's little
nose was thickly covered with pow
der already.
Il want to talk to you for n sec
ond," she half-whispered TO her as
soon as they were in the narrow lit
tie hall that led to the bedrooms.
"You and Beau have had something
to drink, haven't you?"
Mabel wiggled her shoulders i'm
patiently. well, suppose we did,"
she asked in a cross tone, Who has
a better right, I'd like TO know?-
II you can't celebrate your own we'd
ding, when are you supposed to cele-
brate?"
~I'm sure I don't know. but please
don't do any more celebrating while
Mr.. Nye is here" Sally begged her.
"Millie wants her little supper to 20
off well, and IL won't IL Beau and
Ted get to drinking"
Mabel's expression Of annoyance
d~eepened. We'll, for heavens sake,
you'd think Miles Mr.. Nye was
more important than your own
brother and his wifel" she said in
a whisper that was as violent as a
shout. Here we are, back from our
honeymoon, and all you do is hush
US and tell US to behave ourselves
because Miles Mr.. Nye Is in the
house-My starsl who's he that We
should forget we were Just married
twelve hours ago"
"Hush, he'll hear you'll" Sally
fairly wrung he rhands in agony.
"Oh, do be still, Mabel"
But Mabel did not need to Be told
TO be silent just then. She had
paused In the doorway Of Beau's
room, and her eyes were like saucers
as she stood there. spell bound.
For Beau's vas no longer
Beau's room.
1t was Miles every inch Of it.
Beau's pennants and pipe-racks were
gone from the walls. His reading
lamp was gone from the head Of the
bed. His large framed photograph Of
Jack Dempsey in action no longer
decorated the writing desk between
the windows.
Nothing Of his was visible In the
room except his big black trunk,
into which Mile had piled all Of
his belongings, helter-skslter, q few
hours ago.
Her pink dressing-gown lay over
the chair beside the bed. Her imi-
tation-ivory toilet articles lay on the
dressing table. Her nightgown still
lay on the floor, a pile Of pink null,
where she had stepped out Of Il.
Even the air had taken on the scent
OF the Love Only Ne" perfume that
seemed like part Of her, somehow;
she had used so much Of it for so
long.
well, i must say this In q nice
trick" declared the bride when she
could find her voice, ito pack Beau
up like thisi-You might, 81 le ast,
have given him q chance TO put his
own things into his trunkl--Why, we
were planning to stay here for q
whileI-" She stared at the room
before her in astonished silence for o
minute more before she went on:
well, Miss Mile will Just have TO
move al her things out again, that's
ALL Because Beau and l nave de-
cided 70 stay here until we find a
place Of U own. It's all settled
III Just so out and speak 70 Mile
She turned 10 20, her small
face grim with determination.
But Sally caught her by the arm.
No, no, don't say a word now, dear"
she pleaded gently, -just 60 back
with NE, and have q nice supper.
And when John Nye ID gone, yen
can have this all out with Mills
She simply conidn't let Mabel spoil
A4e1s's sssnins hy stseeinG > gzezrelI