New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-07
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you were working for him was a
the more reason why he should hav
treated you with respect and h
knew it-and you knew It! 70,
should have been ashamed Of your
self. Mile Jerome. 1t was your owl
fault. No man is going to start any
thing with a girl who behaves her
self"
"Oh, you don't know what you're
talking about" her sister broke in
with faint show OF spirit. "You
work up here with Old Peevey
who's dying on the branch, and you
think all men are like him. But they
aren't. Not by long days journey.
They're horrid, some Of them. Most
of them. In fact"
"Yes?" asked Sally. as II she
didn't believe it. well. I'll bet you
anything you like that they wouldn't
be horrid with me more than once!
I'd tell 'em PLENTY" She gave a
vigorous nod with her dark, glossy
head and her blue eyes blazed.
Mile laughed. YES, but I'm not
hard boiled like you are" she said
gently. She could say the most cut
| ting things in the sweetest, softest
| little way.
And what she had Just said to
Sally was most unjust. Sally was
not hard boiled" But she was hard.
She had had to be hard to carry on
fcr H. %o 81, Il 70
She was hard and fine as a dia-
mond is fine and hard. and crystal
clear. There was nothing mushy
about her. Nothing flabby. No>Aing
soft and silly. Her mind was as
alert and quick and healthy as her
firm young body.
AS she faced Mile now there was
something almost boyish in the blue
directness Of her eyes, the frank
ness Of her sudden quick smile.
Lets not row any more" she
said pleadingly ut never gets us
anywhere" She held out one Of her
firm little hands in friendly offer
to shake on 1t"
But Mile shook her blond head
In its almond-green hat.
mo thanks" she answered, stub
bornly. you can't stick pins into
me one minute and soft-soap me the
next" She locked her hands be-
hind her back, and swung around
towards the door.
"Well. 1 think I'll drift across the
hall and see If there happens to be
an opening over there" she finished.
But before she had time to do 1t
the door of John Nye's office was
pushed wide open and he came out.
Without so much as a glance at
them he clapped his hat to his head
and was off down the corridor in a
hurry.
Mile made a rueful little face.
We'll. didn't have to walk past
beehive to get stung that time, did
II" she asked slangily. well, I'm
off. think I'll go home and have
cold bath and go to bed. was up
late last night, and sure am dead.
See you later" And she, too, was
gone, leaving her gloves on sally's
desk and a fragrance OF Love
Lyrics" perfume on the hot air Of
the little room.
But she was back almost before
she was gone. Did leave my
gloves here?" she asked.
She came over to the side of her
sisters chair and put her arm
around her shoulders.
sally, I'm sorry I said you were
hard-boiled," she began. you know
I didn't mean it. don't you?"
"Of course do" Sally answered,
generously and promptly. I'VE
shouldn't row-you and /. We say 4
such rotten things to each other.
and neither one Of US means them"
Mile nodded her head slowly.
That's true" she said. And say,
Sally. will you do me favor? Will
you lend"
She stopped short as Mr.. Peevey
popped into the room.
He flung lis hat over a hook.
scowled horribly. and shifted the
perfumed air like a hunting dog.
What's that smell?" he asked
bitterly. He was always in a ter
rible temper after he had been to
the dentist.
That's my perfume, Mr.. Peevey."
Mile impudently. There
never had been any love lost be-
tween Mile and Mr.. Peevey. Don't
you like it,"
Mr.. Peevey paid not the least bit
Of attention to her.
I'm have my lunch now. Miss
Jerome" he barked at Sally, look
Ing over Miles head as If she were |
not in the room.
well, goodby." murmured Mile,
to her sister, and then in an under