Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-14
CHAPTER XVIII

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But Sally was sure that her moth
er was wrong. For she had seen
Mile in tantrums before, and 'they
never had been like this. They had
been violent storms of weeping, vio-
lent stamping Of feet and pounding
Of tables with hard little fists.
Now there was a note IN Miles
sobbing that was more like pain
than fury, and as Sally flew to her
TO lift her up from the floor she be-
gan to moan.
"I'm dying-oo-o-o-o-o-' Her
voice ended in a sharp little shrek
Of agony Sally could almost believe
what she said as she locked at her.
Her face. that had been white
enough a few moments before, was a
gray mask now and her eyes were
turned up, showing the whites.
"Milliei" Sally whispered, sick
with sudden terror. whats wrong?'
What on earth could have happened
10 make her look like this, she won
6ered. . And all in that minute,
tool
Get DR.. Ambleside," Sally said to
her mother with stiff lips. Tell him
to rush."
She lifted Miles small. writhing
figure to Mrs. Jerome's wide, SOFT
bed, and began to strip off her soft,
silk sports dress, and her stockings
and shoes.
And while she worked, Mile never
stopped her groans, and never once
stopped turning and twisting in her
pain. Precipitation - cold as rain
~drops-come out on her soft flesh.
Once she put her hand to her side
and tried to say something. But her
power to speak seemed TO be gone,
After a second she went on moaning
like an animal in pain.
"The doctor will be here in a little
while" painted Mrs. Jerome, coming
back from the hall. "Oh, dear Lord,
what can be the matter with her !!
Do you think it's some kind Of fit
because she got so angry?"
Sally shook her head. "Anger
wouldn't make her sick like this
she half-whispered, although Mile
did not seem to hear anything that
was going on around her. She was
lying perfectly still now, her face
almost hidden in the plump pillows
that were piled three deep at the
head of her mothers bed.
"She's in some kind Of terrible
pain. / think it's her side" she went
on, her eyes on the title Of a book
that lay on Mrs. Jerome's bedside
table.
"When Love Is Kind" was the
foolish title. and for one fleeing in
slant Sally forgot Mile and won
dered If love ever was kind 10 any
one.
Certainly not TO me-" she thought
briefly, glancing across the room TO
10 silver-gilt crock that stood on
the c~hiffonier between the open win
dows. . Five minutes had passed
since her mother had telephoned the
doctor. lie ought TO be on his way
by this time. He ought TO be
here In ten minutes or so, II he had
started already.
That ten minutes seemed like a
whole lifetime 10 Sally, sitting like =
statue carved out OF ivory, on the
edge Of the bed, holding Miles
small hand in hers.
"Her hand-they're hot now" she
whispered to Mrs. jerome, who was
standing motionless beside the door.
"You come and feel them, Mother"
"les, they are hot. Her heads hot,
too" Mrs. Jerome agreed. Maybe
shes just having an attack Of indi-
gestion like the ones / have. f.
Heaven alone knows what she puts
into her stomach, eating around the
restaurants night after night the
way she does"
Didn't she have supper here with
you and MIR. Nye tonight ?" asked
Sally, ffowning. IL was always hard
for her to say "Mr. Nye" when she
always thought Of him as John" in
her W secret soul.
Indeed she did MOTT" snapped
Mrs. Jerome. sally. what's wrong
with you? Can't you remember any
thing! Didn't | just finish telling
you that she ran off somewhere with
Nye and left me here without a bite
TO eat! And ! just made up my mind
] wouldn't get myself anything If |
never ate again! To think Of a wom-
an having two grown daughters, and
having TO get her own meals. Well.
] Just said to myself wouldn't, and
] didn't! She knew l wasn't feeling
well, too, when she rushed out with
that man Of hers!"
He was going out Of town, and
they probably wanted 20 be alone"
Sally began soothingly, but Mrs. Je-
rome went right on:
-No such thingl She was just too
lazy 10 get a bit Of food ready for
the three Of u.s. Mr.. Nye wanted TO
buy some things from the delica-
lessen, but Mile said she wanted 10
80 out, and 20 out they did. She
certainly winds him around her little
finger"
The doorbell rang, and she turned
heavily and numbered away 70 let
the doctor In.
As he came quickly and quietly in
10 the lamplit room Miles eyelids,
which had been closed for several
moments, fluttered open and she
gave him a drowsy glance.
"Pain-here." SIZE mumbled thick
liz, and laid her hand on her side,
Just at the line OF the hips. "Like
two sharp knives" Then she
dropped off into her stupor once
mole.
With q jerk Of his head. DR.. Am
bleside ordered both Mrs. Jerome
ard Sally out Of the room.
They stood just outside in the
hall. looking at each other but never
saying q word, for the next few min