New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-19
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night" Ted handed her a new dance
I record for the photograph. Every
now and then he bought one FOR
her instead of taking her to the
movies or for an evening of dane
| ing. Ted had to count the pennies.
| too, just as she did.
The new record had an enhancing
ting in Mrs. Jerome's old green We
| lour chair.
81 could be happy,
l could be sad.
l could be good or
l could be bad.
Z. E. B. 1t all depends on you"
Lot of truth In that song, Sally"
he said, breaking off in the middle.
"A man can do anything-anything
at all. you see, 1t all does depend
on the girl he's crazy about. She
can make him do anything she
wants him to, and she can break
him. too"
He looked down at her soberly,
putting at his little old brown pipe.
He had been extremely sober and
serious ever since the night she had
called him poor paluka" and
begged him not to make love to her.
Tonight he was more than sober.
Something seemed to weigh heavily
upon his mind. His gray eyes, usu-
| ally so twinkling, had frown be-
tween them.
~ could make money or spend
it," he went on singing in an under
tone as the music rippled along.
"'Go right on living or"
What did you want to see Beau
about? Money!" asked Sally quick
ly. The word money" on Ted's lips
had brought back all her doubts
about Beau and his mysterious rich
es into her mind.
yeah" Ted answered. HE Dor
rowed some from me-that is,
gave him a check for 1t the other
day-and he promised to pay me
today"
She gave a keen little sigh OF re-
lief. So that was it! Beau
lad borrowed the money from Ted
Sloan.
And wasn't I dreadful to think
he might have got it in some dis
honest way" Sally scolded herself.
She confessed to herself now that
she had been afraid that Beau had
picked up" the money somewhere
around the bank where he worked.
And it had been such an easy
thing to believe Of Beau, who had
always stolen nickels and dimes
from his mothers purse when he
was a little boy.
"How much does he owe you.
Ted?' she asked. knowing that
Beau had spent better than hun
dred dollars for one thing and an
other the week before.
Ten dollars" Ted answered. 'It
isn't very much, I know, but I need
it. I didn't sell single car last
week. You know this a bad time
of year IN the automobile business"
He went rambling on. full Of ex-
plantations. But Sally wasn't listen
ing to him.
Ten dollars she was thinking.
Ten dollars. Why, ten dollars
wouldn't begin to account for the
money that Beau had had last
week! Forty-five dollars to Millie;
more than that on clothes for him
self, twenty or so for the guitar. She
added up the items and her heart
seemed to sink right down into her
shoes as she did it. Where
HAD Beau got that money?
The door of the flat opened, and
he stood there. Neither she nor Ted
had heard him come up the stairs
and unlock the door.
But there he stood, his eternal
cigaret pasted on his lower lip, his
straw hat on the side Of his head,
his handsome young face flushed to
a bright pink with the days ride In
the sun. Under his arm he carried
pasteboard box of ice cream.
When he saw Ted he gave start,
looked "seven ways for Sunday" as
Sally later described it TO herself,
and then came jauntily into the
room.
Hello, old man" he said, and
went straight through to the kitch-
en-. Before Ted had tie to fol-
low him he was back in the living
room again.
"rhe folks are down stairs.
They're coming right up" he said
to Sally. They're having a time get
ting Mother cut Of the car. Her
foot's gone to sleep and III go back
and give them hand. But