New Britain herald., 1927-08-17
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| she blushed a bit, guilty, for she
knew that Mile did not know 1t
You're in your old room with Sally
again, darling"
The darling did not look much
| like a darling then. She went white
to the lips. and her eyes seemed to
grow fairly black with anger.
you've taken my room. you lit
tie sneak" she blazed out at her
sister-in -law. You've moved my
things back into Sally's room with
out even telling me about it! Well,
you're a fine Tot. All OF you!" Her
glaring eyes went from her mother
to Sally and on to Beau.
She stamped her foot and opened
her lips to tell them what Fhe
thought of them. And then, all at
cnce, she stopped and glanced at
John Nye. as If she had just re-
bered that he was there.
In the twinkling of an eye she
had changed completely. All the
fury went out of her face, and she
sank weakly against the pillows of
the couch.
Its all right. suppose" she
said, closing her eyes. After all,
it doesn't make much difference to
me where / sleep. Johnny's office
is the only place that really is home
to me, anyway"
She smiled up at him adorably
and begged him to stay to have
dinner with them.
But there was no keeping John
Nye that day. He said he was ex-
pecting friends TO have dinner with
him at home, and ran down the
stairs as If he were very glad to get
away.
Mabel looked pleased as Punch
as the sound of his departing car
died away out in the rainy street.
well, that's the time that he saw
Millie with her horns and hoofs!"
she said with great satisfaction. 'Ill
let she's cooked her goose forever,
as far as he's concerned. No man
would want to marry a fish-wife
temper like that, if you ask mel"
But Mile did not seem to have
cooked her goose with John Nye.
| A week later she went back to
work. and for three nights running
she had dinner with him down
| town.
On the last Of these nights she
came into the bedrooms at night
seeming the air with the leathery
white gardenias that were pinned on
her shoulder.
my Johnny buys me everything.."
she sighed happily. HE has more
dollars than Rockefeller has oil
cans, and he sure does know how
to spend them! Sometimes I think
I like him better than I did Davy
Davidson, after ALL"
Then for three nights she came
home early and went to bed.
1t was on Saturday night that
Sally woke up with a feeling that
somebody had called her.
She listened. The flat was
wrapped in silence and in darkness.
Outside the neighborhood seemed to
bee wrapped in darkness and ST.
lence, too. 1t must be very late,
she reasoned.
Then, all at once, a faint ray of
light flashed across the wall of the
hall outside her door. 1t faded and
was gone.
By this time Sail was on her
bare feet and moving slowly to-
wards the open door.
The light flashed out upon the
darkness before her once more,
and she saw that it came from the
room where Beau and Mabel were
sleeping.
She tiptoed down the hall. maxi
ing no sound, scarcely breathing.
At the door she paused and eau
tiously peered into the room.
A small flash-light lay on the
floor beside the big double bed, and
by it's light Beau knelt, packing a
suitcase.
Mabel, with her small, three-cor-
nered mouth open, was snoring
peacefully, in the bed above him.
(TO BE CONTINUED