Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-11
CHAPTER XIV


Wont you dance with me now!'
Eillie's friend, Davidson, asked
milling down at her.
Sally could feel his gray eyes go.
ing over her face. They seemed.
somehow. 10 be stroking IL like ca.
ressing fingers. They moved on, over
her neck to her slender, light figure
She moved away from him an inch
or two. She hated 10 be looked nj
like that By q man.
"Don't you want TO dance with
me 2" he was asking her now, and
she shook her head and looked
around for Ted. Surely he had had
plenty Of time 10 get her wraps from
the check-room.
"No, | don't want to dance any
more tonight. The floors so crowd
I'd" she answered, looking up at him
-Im here with Ted Sloan-you re-
member him, don't you land w
Just decided TO 20 home"
"No, | don't remember him." the
big blond man answered, bluntly
never taking his eyes from her. The
only person ] remember meeting al
your house was yourself"
Sally's color ~deepened and stirred
"What are you doing here?" she
asked, quickly changing the subject
She really wondered, too, what
Davidson was doing in a place like
the Blue lagoon, which was a haunt
Of the young and gay and poor, and
where dances cost but a nickel
apiece. Surely he didn't belong here
with his fine linen shirt, his ex-
pensive-looking clothes, and the gold
cigarette case that he fiddled with as
he talked.
He belonged to another world-a
world Of high-powered cars, road.
houses that had a cover cnarge and
private dining rooms. tailor-made
clothes and c~hased-silver liquor
TASKS. Anyone could tell that by
looking at him.
Then, too, Sally knew that he
never had taken Mile to places like
the Blue Lagoon in the days when
she had run around with him.
"Oh, / just dropped in on my way
home from q card-game," he said, in
differently. Il do, sometimes. Been
doing any more cooking lately?' His
face lighted up rs he asked her that.
ANY more cooking" cried Sally.
"Why, ! cook every day of my life.
Where do you suppose Ted can be
Let's 60 and look him up"
They started 10 push their way
through the laughing, noisy crowd,
his hand on Sally's arm above the
elbow, and his big body close to
hers as they moved.
Il wish you'd ask me up some
night for supper" he said, in her
ear. Il haven't had a real home
cooked meal for so many years that
j can't remember. viii your"
Once more she shook her small,
beautifully shaped head. "No. you're
Miles friend. and she'll have 70
ask YOU" she answered, with a little
laugh. shed give me a terrible
wigging If ! had anything 70 do
with any Of her men friends, let me
tell you. Besides, II wouldn't be
quite fair. would it,"
Then. just rs they found Ted, who
was trying 10 sell a perspiring. fat
young man an automobile, he asked
her a second question.
How does a girl like Mile Je-
rome have n sister like your"
Sally didu't answer that me-. To
begin with, she did not clearly un-
derstand what he meant by il. And
besides, Davidson did not seem 70 be
asking for q reply. He seemed to be
talking to himself, as much as to
her.
All the way home through the
warm October night, Sally thought
that question over.
But she couldn't figure out what
he meant, SO finally she let it go at
that.
"What does II matter, anyway"
she asked herself. and promptly put
both il and Davidson himself out Of
her mind.
The night was starry and beauti-
full. She loved 10 ride along like
this, with the wind singing in her
ears and the steady hum Of the mo-
tor lulling her senses.
To loll back in her seat with her
hands folded and her cheek against
the smooth leather Of the cushions
with nothing 10 do until tomorrow
morning. Nothing 20 do
Sally sighed comfortably and fell
asleep.
Ted's voice Weakened her. He had
put n arm around her and was say
AHk nRAtttHAAh AAOdA NttNE tine
champion one-armed driver in the
United States"
"0h. no. you're not! Not tonight.
anyway" Sally informed him. with
eringly, and put his hand back on the
driving wheel. where it belonged.
THAT reminds me. l owe you two
dollars for the first payment on
Beau's check" she added, fishing
In her little purse for two one-dollar
bills. that she had folded there that
afternoon.
Without n word Ted took them.
He raced his car all the rest Of the
way home. and did not say Good
night" when he left her-not at her
door, but az his own on the first
floor.
Mile was having q midnight lunch
and listening 60 the radio in the din
ing room when Sally walked into the
flat.
shy Johnny got some new bat
teries for the Tol-durned thing" she
remarked, between bites Of sardine
sandwich. I'VE we're going to a show
tonight. but we decided 70 stay at
home instead. He's Just left"