New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-19

cream before it melted. It's for sup
per-"
He vanished, and Ted went down
the back porch steps to his own
home. refusing Sally's invitation to
stay to supper.
There was a shuffling on the
landing outside the door a minute
afterwards. and Beau and Mile
appeared leading Mrs. Jerome, who
groaned as she moved. Behind her
came Mabel Wilmot, carrying her
hand bag, her coat and a large pair
of sun glasses.
| Get me into my own bed" Mrs.
Jerome was wailing. And I'll never
leave it again until I'm carried out
feet first. Oh, I'm paralyzed from
the knees down. l know it,"
Don't be such a fool, Mother,"
snapped Mile. You know your
feet are asleep and that's all that's
wrong with them! You make me
sick. acting like a baby! A woman
old enough to be grandmother"
She appealed to Sally, her blue
eyes tragic. her voice full Of fury
and disgust. Let me tell you what
she did" she walled. Sat up in the
front seat beside Davy all day long
and just talked an ear off him! She
just ruined the whole day-the
whole da-a-ay!" She lapsed into her
| lazy drawi, but her eyes still
snapped like blue steel.
will you be still" Sally shook
her head at her. Aren't you
ashamed OF yourself, Mile Jerome?
Talking about your mother like
that! You just leave her alone. I'll
take care Of her."
She brushed the scatter-brained
trio away from her as II they had
been so many house flies. and led
her mother into her own room,
where her bed. her novels, and her
electric fan were waiting for her.
The strain OF the long ride had
completely exhausted her. But after
glass Of hot milk she could lie
back on her pillows and talk.
Did Mr.. Davidson stay for sup
PERI" she asked. and shook her
head regretfully when Sally said
that he had not stayed.
I'm afraid he doesn't care two
pins about little Millie," she said.
She always instantly forgave Mile
for her rudeness and went on call
ing her little Millie" and petting
he fo1 al oil
day. He told me you seemed like
such a wholesome. sensible girl, and
he was so disappointed this morn
ing when he found you couldn't SO
with us. I'm afraid he planned this
little outing Just for you" She
smiled Economically.
Out in the dining room Mile was
crying softly to herself as she ate
cold lamb and mint jelly. And when
Sally tried to comfort her, she
pushed her away and flounced off
to bed, refusing to speak a single
word.
1t was not happy Sunday eve
ming in the Jerome's little flat.
The first person Sally Jerome saw
when she walked into the lobby of
the Nye-Nay'or building on Monday
noon vas John Nye himself.
Her breath caught at the sight of
him. She had forgotten just
how good-loolling he was, with his
arrow straightness, his sunburned
skin and the flash Of his white teeth
when he grinned.
well, here you are!" he said,
and held out his hand. "Still work
ing for my neighbor across the
hall?"
Sally shyly answered that she
was. 1t wasn't like her to be shy,
but somehow or other it was hard
for her to find her voice, and to
meet the dark, brilliant eyes that
smiled down into her blue ones.
"Stil! bringing him milk, too. I
see" he went on, with a glance at
the bottle she carried.
Then his face grew serious.
You remember that day in the
hall when I asked you If you knew
OF anyone who wanted job as Sec
retary?" he asked.
Sally nodded dumbly.
well, it was you I wanted" he
said deliberately. You know that,
don't your"
She didn't and at bis words the
flush that rose so easily to her face
overspread it like q flood of rosy
light.
II couldn't work for you, Mr..
Nye," she managed to say to him,
even If I didn't have a job. Be-
cause I work only half a day-and,
anyway, my sisters out of work and
she expects to come to you. She's
been waiting for you to get back
home"
ooh, know that! And I want
her to work for me-" he hurried to
say in his honest. hearty way. "Only
I want you to know that I'd rather
have you than anyone else l ever
saw"
Take the third car to the left"
said the elevator starter. coming up
to them, and they got In and scared
up to the top OF the building to-
gether.
1t was the last real talk they had
for a long time.
(TO BE CONTINUED)