Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-07

that she had been listening breath
lessly for that sound.
Don't you be q srmpt" she told
herself fiercely, seowling ut her re-
Election in the mirror above the
sink Hes not coming TO see you,
rememberl"
She did not 70 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. Je-
rome's chair and Mile vas on the
arm Of It. They were both looking
ut n pale-pink aster that Mile was
holding in one hand.
She glanced up. her eyes wide and
"Mr. Nye thinks it's 50 wonderful
that I have n little garden hers In
the CITY," she said in her sweet, flut-
ing voice" But ! told aim / just
love flowers, and I've got to have
them, no matter where l am
For one awful second Sally thought
that Ted Sloan was going to burst
out laughing as he looked down at
his mothers pink flower in 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, n broad grin
on his face.
Mile nodded weakly, and hurried
10 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.
II must help Sally with the sup
per-" she explained with the sweet
est little h~ousewifely air. We al
ways 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, 20 add q fresh
touch Of powder and lipstick to her
face.
Sally put the supper on the table
alone, just IS she always did.
She was proud Of the table, too
Proud Of the bread-and-hutter sand
witches, tied into little rolls. Proud
Of the chocolate cake with its sugar
icing. Pround Of the snowy table
cloth that she had embroidered years
before with her own hands. Proud
of the old silver teapot, polished IN
Til IL SnOne ike ki1sS.
She was pink and bright-eyed with
pride when the four OF them sa'
down to the table Is minutes later
Everything was going beautifully
The talk was cheerful, the late al
ernoon sun flooded the room, the
roast beef was done TO q turn, the
salad was crisp and cold.
"Tm glad everything is turning
out so well for poor Millie," thought
Sally, pouring the tea into hei
mothers egg-shell china cups.
at haven't eaten roast beef like
this in years." John Nye said. with
appreciation. "Millie said she'd fiz
up just . pot-luck meal. but It seems
to me"
POT luckf" echoed q loud voice
from the doorway, and Beau and
Mabel burst into the room. banging
the door behind them. They brought
q heavy odor Of cigarets, liquor and
strong perfume with them.
"Pot-luck?" What do you mean
pot-luck?" Mabel repeated, hei
little feast. Il never saw such .
swell feed on this table before, and
I've been eating here for quite some
timel Beans and bread are what wa
usually get on Sunday night. Amt
that so, Beau?"
Then her glance went to John
Nye's face. welcome, strangeri y
she hailed him. "Tll tell you who
/ am, ever IL 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 conquest"
(TO BE CONTINUED)