New Britain herald., 1927-08-29

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 "I?" asked Sally, her eyes wide and brighter than usual. Why. haven't thing in the world agains you, Davy. Please let me out. IT tired. and want you to go."
 T don't want to go. I'm not go ing" he said. He shook his blon' head stubbornly. T want to talk t you" One of his hands came bacl to her shoulder and stayed there.
 Well, talk to me then-but leav' me alone. You're out of bounds! answered Sally, and her voice wal as sharp as Aunt Emily's voice wher she was angry about anything.
 She shook her shoulders nervous ly, and Davidson's hand dropped tt his side. He said nothing. "Well. what's on your mind 9 Sally asked after moment, while were thinking hard.
 T don't know what to say" he replied awkwardly. q" again words failed him.
 With a great many men. actions speak much more plainly than words when it comes to love mak- ing.
 And that was the case with Davy Davidson.
 He made another motion to put L J;r1, c1 der figure, in it's blue dress. But she violently pushed him away from her.
 If you can't move, I can!" she rapped out. Please get out of my way-and please get out of the house. Coming here to see Millie, and then behaving this way to mel"
 Her contempt was profound. She marched past him down the hall, with her head in the air.
 "I don't come here because of Milli4 I come here because of you." he defended himself weakly.
 Then" declared Sally coldly, you're a cad!" Her words were like little chips of stone falling from a chiseled rock.
 When he was gone 1t came to her that he had done the very thing that John Nye had done. He had come there to see NIiIlie-but really to see her.
 And John Nye had come there to the restaurant pretending that he wanted to see her-but really to see Millie. At least, so NIillie had said, and she was probably right. Millie knew men.
 They're both cads - John and Davidson." said Sally in her heart.
 As she put up her arm to turn off the light above the hall table the front doorbell rang. The sound of it was alarming in the midnight silence of the house, and Sally jumped
 Probably Davidson coming back for another round of love making." she thought. Then there came loud pounding on the panels of the heavy oak door,
 No, that wouldn't be Davidson, making row like that, she reflected.
 But who could it be at this hour of the night? . She slid back the bolts of the door and swung it open.
 Two men stood there in the outer dimness One of them was David- son and the other was a messenger boy. In his hand he held a yellow envelope.
 Mrs. C. NJ. Jerome?" he asked, peering curiously at Sally in her blue gown, all sewn with tiny bells and spangles.
 Without a word Sally took the envelope, signed fer it, and tore it open as the boy went down the steps and started away on a motorcycle.
 T thought I'd wait to see if it were any kind of bad news" Davy Davidson said, and Sally gave him a grateful glance.
 That was nice of him, anyway she said to herself, as she untolded the paper. She remembered that she had thought he was a nice sort of man the first time she met him, too. Well, he probably was, in a way.
 She read the ten-word message to her mother: 'Mr. Jerome very sick. Wants you to come at once.
 Eliza Gleason" "Now, who's Eliza Gleason'?" Sally wondered, turning towards the stairs. Perhaps her mother had been tight all along, and there was a wo- nan at the bottom of the trouble T the Jerome family.
 But there's no reason why Moth ar should know about it, just yet" she thought. Maybe it's just his andlady, or someone like that"