Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-20
CHAPTER XXXfH

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aren't you, Mr.. Davidson :" Sally
asked bluntly, still holding him By
the lapel Of his new brown coat.
And | don't want you TO do i'll"
Davy Davidson stared al her, dumb
with surprise. He could not make
her out.
Here was a girl who was altogether
new in his experience Of girls who
worked in offices. A girl who was
not only as smart as a whip. but
pretty, tool As pretty as a flower
and as young as April. Only he did
not put IL to himself in just those
woids. Mr.. Davidson was no poet.
Until he met Salley he had been
able to put all the girls he knew into
two classes-those who were clever
and homely. and those who were
beautiful and dumb.
But Sally fell into no class. "She
has everything" Mr.. Davidson said
TO himself ~slangily. Looks and
brains and pep"
tie pulled himself together and
asked aloud just why Sally did not
want him 10 work for the John Nye
Real Estate company.
II did not take Sally long to tell
him why.
1T wouldn't do" she said with de-
c%ision. You and Mile have been
friends for SO long that you Just
couldn't work together. You'd be sit
ting around, talking to each other
all day instead of working. And
Mile and Mr.. Nye get along so well
that | hate "a think Of anything
spelling thirgs here"
Davidson stared NJ her, his brows
knotted in "A frown.
Il don't get YOU" he told her af-
ter a minute. But it's perfectly clear
70 me that you don't want me here.
for some good reason Of your own.
So.-that's out
He laughed. showing very nice.
white teeth IN "A good-nAtured grin.
Il guess | can still struggle along
selling bonds" he said cheerfully.
But Mile talked this game up to
me. and made me promise 70 come
up here and talk il over with Nye."
THAT sounds as If Mile has been
seeing him lately thought Sally.
while she's been pretending TO be
all wrapped up in John Nye." That
certainly was not what Ted Sloan
would have called square shooting"
Then. once more. her promise 10
Mile flashed into her mind.
You won't forget to see Mile in
the hospital. will you?" she asked.
holding out her little hardened hand
in farewell. Mother drops in every
day at 4 o'clock. Why don't you 90
then? ?"
lie seemed to ~ thinking II over
still holding her hand in his we'll
cared-for one
well perhaps I will" he was
beginning, and then his face bright
ened and s~harpened. I'm tell you
well make a deal. I'll 20 70 the hos
pital az 4 o'clock if you'll come at
8 and let me drive you home"
"All right. ! think Mr.. Pecvey will
let me leave early. for once" re-
piled the girl. I'm be there at 5.
They like you 10 90 then. because
its time for the patients 70 have
their supper-trays and get settled
down for the night"
Five then" And he was gone, tri-
umphant and pleased with himself
ia his new brown fall suit. swinging
his hat and his cherry-wood cane.
Sally went back into the office 70
give u one last look 70 see that
everything was as II should he.
The smooth sunlit surfaces Of
glass and brown mahogany seemed 70
smile up al her in a friendly way
She smoother her hand across the
top Of John Nye's desk. She loved
"a touch IL. because his lean. narrow,
tanned hands had lain upon IL.
The door opened and he came IN.
BEFORE the door had closed behind
him Sally's heart was leaping. thud-
ding against her ribs as il always did
when she first saw him at the be-
ginning OF the dav.
Good morning. How are YOU to-
day ?" he asked. looking straight az
her and then at his desk.
Anyone but a blind man could
have seen that the work SALLY had
put upon the Strengthening az that
desk and all the drawers 81 II. was
a labor ~ love. Love that does All
things with a little touch of magic.
But John Nye was in love with
Mile. and they say that love is
blind So he simply dropped down
into his chair and picked up his
neatly opened letters. He reached for
one az the pencils that she had
sharpened 40 beautifully and began
10 tap his teeth with ia thoughtfully
as he went over his mail.
His day began.
IN the outer office M her little
desk sat Sally. staring 4 or the
window at the blue sky and the slow
smoke Spirals that curled across Il.
end for once she was rehellious. Re
be liouS-Sally. whose w~atchword in
life was. II serve"
II might be the photograph. for
all the notice he takes Of met" she
said 70 herself. grimly. and then al
most ut oncc. she mentally raped
herself to order.
Here. What am ! thinking about.