New Britain herald., 1927-08-17

either Beau or MABEL SalC a single
word about it.
So Sally was worried, as she went
from room to room, busting ma
hogany surfaces, watering the
plants. setting the dining room table.
Put on an extra plate today.
Sally. I'll ask Mr.. Nye to have din
ner with US when he brings Millie
home" Mrs. Jerome said breathless-
ly as she passed through the room
when John Nye came for her.
Standing at the front bay-window,
hidden by the curtains. Sally watch
ed him help her mother into his big
closed automobile.
IN never care for any man but
him." she told herself as she stood
there, plating the thin starched
muslin between her small fingers.
And yet, she reasoned. women
did forget their first disappointment
in love. They married and were
happy. You saw it happening every
day.
"A penny for your thoughts, Sim
pie Sis" burst out the irrepressible
Mabel from behind her, and Sally
jumped. what are you doing-still
living in Dream street,
She was standing between he
curtains in the doorway and as
Sally turned around from the win
dow, she began to beckon to her
with a crooked finger. Il want
to show you something" she mouth
ed, making no sound with her lips,
and Sally followed her out to her
bedroom.
Take a look at this" she cried
when she had locked the door and
pulled a large pastboard box from
under the bed. But don't say a
word about it. I haven't told Beau
I bought it, and he'll raise the roof
when he finds out about it! He
doesn't want me to have a thing"
She pulled a coat Of soft golden
brown fur from the tissue paper
wrappings in the box. A short coat
with a great puffy collar and great
fluffy cuffs and a lining of almond
green, satin.
II paid s25 down on 1t yester-
day" she whispered, "and I'm going
to pay 10 bucks a week for ten
weeks more. Then it'll be mine.
Isn't it slick"
Sally admitted that it was. She
looked at the coat with eyes full of
longing. She would have loved to
own coat just like it.
You're a dumb cluck not to get
some decent-looking clothes your
self" said Mabel with vigor. 1T you
wore something snappy for once
you'd have me and Mile looking
like Queen Mary's hat. What do
you do with the money you make,
anyway? Stow 1t away In the
bank?'
Sally smiled. mo, I don't put 1t
in the bank. Mabsy," she replied
quietly. and now that we're on the
question Of money Who's going to
pay your board? You or Beau?
Because I should have had it last
night. You two will have to pay it
on the dot, Mabsy. You both make
good money"
Mabel laid the fur coat back into
its snowy wrappings. She laughed.
Sure. we make good money, but
we don't make enough of it," she
explained. You'd better go to
Beau about the board bill. I've
made up my mind to keep what ]
make for my clothes from now on.
I'm tired Of looking like something
out OF a museum"
Sally went straight to Beau. who
had story of his own. Il forgot
to go to the cashier for my pay en-
velope yesterday" he told her. Il
old, for a fact"
And for another fact, Sally be-
lieved him.
"Ill have to have 1t tomorrow.
Beau" she said. THE rent should
have been paid a week ago. 1t
seemed to Sally that she was always
trying to get the rent together. The
months were so short, somehow.
At high noon John Nye's great
rurring car turned in at the drive
way, and he came up the stairs,
actually carry Miles light figure
in his arms.
you great big prize-fighter,
you," she cried breathlessly, when
he set her down upon the davenport
before the fire. Her blue eyes were
wide and bright with seeming ad-
miration.
Then she turned them upon Beau
and Mabel. "Hew nice to see you
here" she said in her very sweetest,
softest way. She was always on her
best behavior when John Nye, or
any other man, was around.
II think maybe you'd better help
me to my ROOM" she remarked,
looking back at him. I'm pretty
tired after the ride, and I'd better
lie down and fest for a while"
1t was then that little Mabel
spoke up. You know, Beau and ]
are in your old room, Millie. We're
tut, ri. i ;ol-