Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-29

Sally's heart gave a jump and De-
gan 10 race. a. tx always did when
ever she laid eyes on him. Through
All the months she had known him.
it never had learned TO take him
calmly-that foolish steadfast heart
of Sally's.
well. so you're leaving,' he said
in his friendly way, leaning against
the wall Just inside the door and
smiling at her. "And you absolutely
refuse to come and work for me
sally nodded. unable 70 speak. "A
smile was fairly frozen on her lips
She was dreadfully afraid that II she
stopped smiling she was going 70
CRY. She could feel her lower lip
culver, and the lump in her throat
growing bigger with every passing
second.
"Well, I wish you'd change your
mind" John Nye's deep voice said.
and his face was serious suddenly.
Il really need you I'VE there he
| jerked his dark, handsome head in
the direction Of his " office.
"You did better work for me, dur
ing the time your sister was in the
hospital. than anybody ever did for
me-" he went On. III didn't know
how much I missed you until you
stopped. I got 80 used to having my
letters written perfectly, my desk in
order, my pencils shaTpened. and a
sandwich slipped under my lose
whenever J couldn't get cut fer
lunch. | miss talking 70 you, too"
That was all probably true, Sally
reflected, confusedly. Mile
was beautiful. But she had very
little to say for herself. and she
certainly knew nothing about keep
ing a place tidy.
"But I'm not going TO work for
John Nye, anyway" she told herself,
fiercely. am not going TO be his
office hack-his human typewriter
while Miles his sweetheart"
And, Of course, Mile always would
be his sweetheart-until she was his
wife. So hat was that in a nut shell!
Sally shook her head stubbornly.
won't work-for you" she man
aged TO say. and 10 speak was a ire
mendous effort. She felt as if every
word were a leaden weight that she
dragged from the very bottom of
her heart
She did not see John Nye again
for a month.
Sally, trim and slim in pure white
linen. was sitting at one Of Aunt
Emily's tiny tables, mending a tiny
hole in the tablecloth she had just
laid there.
1t was 10 o'clock on New Years
eve. and she had been working for
Aunt Emily for four weeks.
IL is hard to get a table in most
restaurants in this country on New
Years eve. Almost every place that
serves food and provides music is
packed to the doors on that most
festive night Of all the year.
But Aunt Emily's House by the
Side Of the Road was barely half
full, and neither Aunt Emily nor
sally could figure u any reason for
Il.
Their food was delicious. and the
loud-toned photograph kept the
rooms filled with the latest dance
music. The dining o was not so
large that it looked bare and dreary,
even when there were few people in
Il. But, somehow. the place had just
not caught on" with the public. And
Aunt Emily. who had put the savings
Of q lifetime into *, was heartsick.
When she was heartsick and I'M
happy. she betrayed IL by gruffness
and bad temper.
30 for n month Sally's life there
had not been particularly happy, and
her lips were drawn down at the
corners as she stitched busily at the
ciraret hole in the tablecloth.
Happy New Year, a bright voice
said, close beside her, and she
glanced up to see Mile standing be-
side the little table.
She had on a large black felt hat
and a coat trimmed with black, fluffy
fox, and against her somber clothes,
her blondness was startlingly lovely.
The cold mir outside had brought new
hrilliance 10 her eyes and genuine
color into her smooth cheeks.
She looked around her at the half
empty room.
you haven't much OF n crowd"
she said, in her light, fluting voice.
I'VE thought you wouldn't have. You
never do. That's why we came cut
here. We wanted to be to ourselves,
you know.
"Who's 'we'7 asked Sally. "You
and Mr.. Nye?r
This was going to be pleasant, she
thought. To watch John Nye and
Mile make love TO each other all
evening longl And particularly on
q night like New Years Eve, when
people went more or less wild and
did most Of the things they wanted
10 do-in public.
Mile was shaking her head Ian
C~uorously as she did all things.
"No, it's not Johnny tonight" she
drawled, smiling down at her sister
through her thick fringe of ~blackened
eyelashes. Hes gone out of town
for the holidays with his people. /. /.
It's Davy Davidson tonight. He's
parking his car outside. Now. give
~ a nice table-onc that's off by
itself"
She half opened her hand bag and
showed Sally the top of q silver
whiskey flask that was IN II.
Jamaica rum" she said. with q
wink Of orc sca-hlue eve.
CONTINUED MONDAY