Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-24
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CHAPTER xxxvI

sax ours.
seems 70 be shut off from all
We rest Of the world-like a tower
ivory in n enchanted
= stiffness in the Nye-Naylor
saiiaing was 50 thick that il could
eut with a knife that night when
10y Jerorae stepped out of the ele-
sasor at the top floor.
ohe started along the corridor. and
iEnt Get made no sound on the
marble floor.
Nlnrough the open door Of John
- office she could see his DARK
- benL over some papers on his
IN bnt instead OF turning in,
unie@ked the door Of Mr..
oya room and stepped inside.
snelt above his desk was
Plate and q box Of PAPER napkins.
Sally took down the Mate ma Iaid
- Two sandwiches she had brought
upon m, covering them with y clean
paper napkin. Then she filled \ glass
$50 wafer from the cooler. and set
~ith the plate upon Mr.. Peevey q
sapanee tray.
Sohn Rye did not raise bis head
she walked into his office. carry
80 n n her hands. She laid III on
aesk. showing II gently towards
tSp.
hats this? :" he asked again. and
Moked up al her with startled ewes.
Saily tried TO answer him, but the
Words tangled themselves up in her
Urosr. She could feel her face flame
ara her hands began to shake and
grow ice cold.
sandwichesi7 she managed 10
piutt out 81 last. and then after an
c'ngr moment. For you. You missed
your dinner" She wished with all
Der soul that rhe V-elvet-covered
1ioor would open and swallow her
quietly Up. in that moment.
! see" John answered in his deep.
quiet voice.
And he seemed TO see, too, that she
was greatly embarrassed. for he
stopped looking at her and picked
M ona Of the sandwiches.
He bit into IL. VERY good sand
Mch-' he said with appreciation.
and very nice ~ you to bring Il 10
me. You were right was hungry"
Then he deliberately carried Mr..
Peevey's lacquered tray over 10 the
window sill and set il there. lie fin
ashed his meal, standing there with
his back 10 the room.
BY the time he turned around.
bally was herself once more.
She was husily typing some let
ters that he had laid upon her desk.
and above her head a green-shaded
hanging lamp made n rich shower Of
Brightness around her. That bright
ness lay like sunshine on the glossy
waves Of her hair, the tender curve
Of her cheek, and the beautiful
sweep Of her dark lashes.
She did not look up. and SO she
did not see that Johns eyes studied
her for a long time. He lighted a
cigaret and sat down on his chair,
leaning back comfortably and watch
ing her with a smile.
Thanks for my dinner" he said.
not speaking until she looked up az
him with those deep, gay eyes OF
hers.
Sally shrugged her shoulders. 81
hated 20 bring YOU those common,
dfied-up drug store sandwiches" she
told him. II wish Id had some baked
ham OF my own. 7 bake II with brown
apgar and mustard al over it and
cloves. stuck into it.'
: He glanced over at the firm little
brown hands that were locked over
the edge Of the typewriter. Clever,
capable hands. they were. Beautiful
hands, IN spite Of their r%oughness.
you're the best typist who eve
worked for me" he said with CON
viction. "Don't tell me you're a good
cook besides"
Sally knew she was one. She knew
II just as well as she knew that her
name was Sally Jerome. But all she
aaid was:
Il ought TO he a good cook. I've
been doing the cooking az home for
q long time"
Then she stopped and her face
went blank. She remembered, sud
denly, that Mile had take all the
credit for the only meal John Nye
ever had in their house.
The worst Of IL was that he re-
membered IL, too.
"Who got the supper the night |
vas az your house 2" he asked,
hluntly.
And Sally. blushing like a poppy.
told a white lie in her loyalty 70 Mil
lie. Her everlasting and senseless
loyalty 20 her.
"Millie helped me-" said he, and
slipped a new sheet Of paper under
the roll Of her typewriter.
But John Nye knewl
l
For several moments there was
silence in the biz office At the very
ton Of the tall Nye-Naylor building.
broken only by the woodpecker tap
ping Of Sally's fingers on the type
writer keys.
Then John Nye spoke again. II
fold you | was taking on a new sales
man in the morning, didn't II" he
asked. "And II looks rs " Tn going
"a be able TO use some extra help
here IN the office. So when old
Hank Pesvev lets You 90, just re-
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