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explain them and tell us what they
mean. The learned doctors OF Wen
ma and Paris and London and New
York try to explain them. too. But
nobody knows what they really are.
or why we have them. Nobody.
Be that as 1t may. Sally's dream
about John Nye had settled one
question for her for all time. She
knew she was in love with him.
While she lay there In her bed
with her thoughts far away, she
became aware of noises in the house
the sound OF door opening and
of softly-shod feet walking around
the rooms.
Presently Beaus voice came from
the bathroom:
Say. Sally, where in Tophet is
the baking soda I'm sick as a
hound-dog and want some!"
"S-s-sh!" Kissed Sally, tumbling
out OF bed and into her kimono,
Its in the kitchen cupboard, of
| course!'
one sOI IL, anu i1lAeu IAhA "a
strong dose of it. His face was pale
gray and his eyes had puffs be-
meath them.
He shuddered as he emptied the
glass. II sure am at low-pressure
this a. H." he groaned. with one
hand pressed to his stomach.
II hate to say I told you so. but
you know you can't drink, Beau"
Sally said to him with her motherly
little air, And II you must put gin
in the punch at these parties why.
don't you have them on Saturday
nights instead OF in the middle Of
the week. Now, you'll never be able
to go to work today"
Sure I will. I'll go II it kills
me-" answered Beau, and shuffled
back to bed.
True to his word, he went to
work that morning.
He appeared at the door Of Sally's
room at seven, fully dressed and
looking the picture OF misery. a
What on earth are you doing, up
at this time ?" Sally gasped when
she saw him. Usually Beau had to
be literally dragged from his bed In
the morning.
I'm going to walk part Of the
way to the bank" he moaned, i
thought the fresh air and the eXer-
else might set me up-I sure am
sick"
He stood there, gazing intently at
her for a minute more. Then he
asked a question: Say, Sal, you
I'm flat busted"
Sally's blue eyes widened. "Why.
it's only Wednesday morning Beau"
she exclaimed. And you got your
pay on Saturday. Surely it isn't all
gone"
He nodded his blond head. Yes
it is he said. and made no explain
alton. Beau paid the gas bill or the
light bill every two or three months
and considered that he had done his
duty by his family. He paid no
board at all.
why. what have you done with
it?' Sally was beginning, and then
all at once it came to her that he
had spent it all on liquor for
Mabels party.
She shook her head. I'm sorry,
Beau" she told him, But l was
Just going to ask you for some
money. You see, I went ahead and
bought all the food for MabeIs par |
ty, thinking that she would pay me
the money I spent. I asked her
about 1t last night, and she said
you would give it to me-"
"She did" Beau broke in. well,
she didn't have any right to say
thing like that! 1t was her party
! got the liquor and the smokes,
didn't I? The least she could do was
to pay for the eats. She makes al
most as much as I do-Well. I'll
See that you get your money"
But Sally knew that he never
would see to it. She knew him and
loved him In spite of her knowl-
edge Of him and his weakness. He
was her only brother, after all.
IF I had five dollars, I'd give It
to YOU" she said, You know ] |
would, don't you. Beau? But I !
haven't got it paid the rent on
Saturday, and ] was three weeks
late with it, at that. Here.'
She opened little brown silk |
purse that hung beside her toilet
mirror and handed him limp
dollar bill from it.
That's all I can let you have"
she finished unhappily.
Beau took it and went.
What were YOU two gassing |
about?" Mile asked sleepily, turn
ing and stretching luxllriously In i
her bed on the far side OF the |
room. Her blue eyes We're wide and |
dewy as a childs under the tousled |
mass of yellow hair:
Sally did not answer her. She |
was thinking about the dream again |
the dream about Mile and John |
Nye. And, for one fleeing second, |
she almost hated Millie as she look |