Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-28
CHAPTER IL


The bright Sunday, with its blue
sky and autumn leaves glittering
like gold in the sunshine, seemed
very dark to Sally, as she left Aunt
Emily's house and started along the
River road.
She had no idea what to do now
or where to go for the money that
Beau must have before he started for
the bank the next morning.
1--WE asked Mr.. Peevey once for
money, so there's no use in going to
him again." she thought, mentally
crossing him off her list.
"And / don't know where my
father is" she went on thinking, her
hopelessness growing with every step
she took along the wide roadway.
For Mr.. Jerome travelled for a soap
factory and it was almost impossible
to reach him a hurry.
Especially on a Sunday, when the
factory is closed" said Sally to her
self, and despair "a around her
heart like ice. "And tomorrow will
be too late"
After the bank opened the next
morning, Beau would be in terrible
danger. He was even now as lar as
that went. Sally knew that
1--WE just got to get n thousand
dollars, and I've got to get IL O.
day." she told herself.
But beyond that point her mind
was a blank.
A%fterward she never could remem-
Der boarding the yellow street car "a
quarter of a mile from Aunt Emily's
blouse by the Side Of the Road" or
mechanically paying her fare.
But all at once, as she sat in the
corner of her seat, her brain began
to clear and to start working again.
Perhaps it was the sight Of a little
stone church that she was passing
that did it. 1t vas a humble little
narrow steps were crowded with
people who were going into it.
Sally never knew for sure whether
il was the sight of the little church
or not, but all at nee the memory
Of a verse in the Bible flashed into
her head as if some gentle voice
were repeating il to her. word BY
word-beautiful and comforting;
"Come unto me. all We that labor
and are heavy-laden, and ! will give
you rest"
Surely il had been said for people
like her-people who labored and
were heavy-laden. IL was like a
message to her. A promise.
"Help me-help me-" she prayed,
with lips that never moved. For
surely she needed help now IS she
never had needed it in all her life
before.
And 50 IL seemed to her that the
thought that came TO her was a
direct answer TO that prayer-the
thought of John Nye. She would 90
70 him and tell him that she was IN
dreadful trouble and needed a thous-
and dollars-and he would give 1t
TO her.
II seemed a certainty TO her. then.
that he would do il. II seemed Us If
some inner voice told her so, and she
had no shadow of doubt in her heart,
suddenly.
She got off the car and walked
along until she found a drug store.
From its dark, ill-smelling tele-
phone booth she called John Nyes
house.
Her heart sank when a man-ser-
wants polite voice informed her that
Mr.. Nye has rome out"
The voice went IN: Il think yoI
will find him at his office, If you will
call there"
Thank you. I WILL" breathed
Sally, her voice full Of relief
By some miracle a taxicab had
drawn up beside the curb before the
drug store while its uniformed driv-
er bought himself a package Of Gig
arets within. In two minutes Sally
was speeding down town.
IF only he hasn't left" she said
~tensely 10 herself. as she left the
elevator I the top floor.
He had not. The minute she
rounded the corner of the hall she
saw him. He was standing outside
his office door, talking TO Mr.. Peevey.
OF all people, Mr.. Peevey hardly
ever worked on Sunday.