New Britain herald., 1927-08-31

We'll, what did you come for
them" he asked sulkily, ito look
at the moon?"
He meant that for a mild joke.
1t was unthinkable to him that any
one should want to look at moon.
A good automobiles pretty girl
poppy show-those were the
things that young Mr.. Sloan consid-
cred worth looking at. Certainly a
moon was nothing to fire cannons
about Not in his estimation!
Eyes, to look at the moon-part-
w." answered Sally coolly. And
partly to get away from Miles
Davidson. I can't bear him" Her
voice trailed off as she. thought Of
the other night when he had kissed
her so impatiently, and with such
hard eagerness.
Then she remembered something
else that had happened that night
Somthing that she had been turn
ing over and over In her mind all
week-the thing that Mile had
said to her: Even Johnny had to
laugh about all the funny things
you did for him"
For the thousandth time she Won
dered how he had come to tell Mil
lie about the sandwiches she had
brought him when he missed his
lunch, the flowers she had put on
his desk one morning, the pencils
she had sharpened for him. In the
silvered darkness she flushed with
shame and humiliation, remember
ing those things. How she wished
now that she never had done them
for him!
after all, Teddy's the only man
who really treats me decently,' she
said to herself. And I treat him
like the dirt under my feet-it's
pretty mean, isn't it,"
She turned her head and looked
at him. He was looking at her and
his face was very close to hers. His
shoulder touched hers, and through
the thin linen of his shirt she could
feel that he was trembling.
Sally" he said slowly, huskily.
Even in the dim light she could see
the sharp lines of longing that were
in his face that was SO cheerful and
boyish most of the time.
sally, don't you know I'm crazy
about you?"
Are you?" asked Sally. Honest,
for sure" She moved away from
him the least bit.
Honest for sure" She could tell
that he meant every syllable of it,
and more. do you think I'd get up
and dance every night like jump
ing Jack-make doggoned fool of
myself-for anyone but you DO
you-Not on your ballroom socks.'
He covered her hand, that lay be-
tween them on the grass. with one
of his. Not on your precious young
life" he repeated, and put his arm
tight around her. But I'd do any
thing for you. Anything you asked
me to-"
He drew her head down to his
shoulder, and leaned over, looking
down at her. Sally knew--as every
girl knows accurately at such u
time-that he was going to kiss
her.
"Why should ! care" she thought.
He really likes me-and no one
else does-why should ] care?"
His head bert lower
Suddenly light flashed into their
faces, and then swcrved away from
them. A long touring car had round
ed the corner of the house and had
come to a standstill in the gravel
sweep beyond the lilac bushes.
Sally and Ted moved apart as
man got out of the car and started
toward them, his quick feet crunch
ing in it noisily.
Hes coming over here" MUIR
INJURED Ted, and just then the man
spoke to them.
He asked one single word: Mil
lie" 1t was John Nye's voice.
Too astonished to move. Sally
could not even raise her voice to
answer him. 1t was Ted who re-
piled.
"No-it's Sally and me-" He
jumped to his feet and held out his
hand. Something in his voice told
Sally that he was glad that John
Nye had found them here together.
their arms about each other. He
had been jealous of John Nye ever
since that night when he had come
upon them in the little private din
ing room.
80, 1 See" Nye answered quietly.
II see. Good night"
And then he swung about and
went straight back to the long car
that cleaned and shone under the
moon. He got in, started it. and
vas off to a racing start The
pebbles showered about the wheels
as they sped away down the drive.
He didn't even ask where Mile
was" said Sally duly, when he had
gone. Wasn't that the funniest