Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-17
CHAPTER Xxx

where she had gone, picked up her
nat and purse, and went down stairs
to wak for her cab.
Five minutes after her mothers
message she was on her way home,
gazing cut of the cab windows at
a familiar streets with eyes that
saw nothing. The ride was a night
mare while il lasted.
All her life seemed suddenly TO
have narrowed down to one single
terror-rhe fear that Mile was dead
or dying.
ats my fault" she kept telling
herself. Il should have had the doc
tor last night whether she wanted
him or not. . ] should have
known that that sleep she was in
wasn't a natural sleep. . It's all
my fault"
She prayed with stiff lips. She
felt that there was nothing on earth
she wouldn't do for Mile II only
God would spare her now. . a.. She
would give her up TO John Nye and
never think Of John Nye again.
What did anything or anybody mat
ter now that Mile was at deaths
door,
For Sally never doubted that Mil
lie was there, and she vas cold and
shaking with fear as she went up
the stairs to the flat.
Half way up she heard the door
above her open, and Mrs. Jerome's
heavy footsteps on the landing.
"That you, Sally? And then she
was sobbing on Sally's shoulder.
"Millie-Millie' got TO go to the hos
pitalI She's got to be-operated
on" Her words ended in a muffled
shrek.
Crying like a child and clinging to
Sally with her large, soft hands, she
followed her int the flat.
Ted Sloan's ~red-headed mother
stood in the center of the living
room floor, holding Mrs. Jerome's
coat and her hat and her high-laeeo
shoes.
sPye been trying to get her into
her clothes for the last half hour,
she appealed to Sally. And i can't
do it. You hold her and III try TO
get her arms into this coat
Between them they got Mrs. Je-
rome dressed and into a chair, ana
then Sally flew out to the bedroom
where Mile was.
She Law on the bed with her eyes
closed and her little dropping mouth
half open. There was no Chinese
black" on the eyebrows n lashes,
and her unrouged face had a gray
drawn look. She was no beauty now.
Sally took up one of the hot little
hands in her own hands, and lald
her cheek down against Miles col
orless cheek.
aDear, / just won't let anything
happen TO you'll" she whispered tears
nrickine their way along her eyelids
and a lump rising in her throat.
To her establishment Mile an
.wered her. She had thought she
vas unconscious, but the blue eyes
onened and she droned out q ques-
ton in a slow. drowsy voice;
"Does m appendicitis operation
aNow, don't you worry about that
answered Sally, fiercely. "Well take
care Of that. "Then the lump In her
throat choked her again and MADE
her stop talking.
Outside in the street there came
The clang Of an ambulance bell.
.If Won need any money, ask John
Nve for IT," Miles voice ran on
m~onotonousiy. Hell lend you any
thing-for me-"
MS. Sloan came busting into the
room, "The ambulance - here she
said, all Importance. here, ealIy'
wrap that blanket around ner "heh
the men pick her up" .,.
Rut Mile shook her head. My
mink bathrobe." she gasped, winclng
=. the white-uniformed doctor
ahmed his arm under her. Her van
;tv never deserted her, even in her
hour Of danger and agony
The last glimpse Sally had OF her
allowed her pulling her SOFT yeilo"
hair into little tendrils over her Tore
head, which was too high.
The table in the waiting room at
the hospital was covered with maya
Rut neither Mrs. Jerome nor Sally
r;rked them up to look at them.
They sat there, staring at the
na~Ie-rreen painted walls, at the
eanary in its cage by the window, 81
the photograph Of the nurses class
of 1917, at each others solemn IN
IBID you telephone Beau ana
Mabely" Sally whispered. h dead
ly quiet of the room and the hall out
aide the room su5dued her.
Mrs. Jerome made a disguised lace
"Why should call them /! she wan
ed TO know. They don't care any
thing about anyone but themselves
and racing around in that ram
shackle ear limits painted up lin
the Fire Department / wish l hat
that hundred dollars back from
them that | promised to poor Mile.
She had given them the hundre
dollars oil her own free Will, but no
that Mile was sick she would 10
give them for taking 1t.
an try 20 get Beau at the bank,
laid Sally, starting up from ne
chair. "He ought TO be here Bu
Mrs. Jerome pushed her down agar
with a silk-gloved hand.
81 did try to get him when
phoned your Aunt Emily, but p
wasn't there" she confessed. IL SUI
nose he's helping that little chm
Soll Of his move into the flat they
taken. He's forgotten that he e..
had 4 family" And with that 5
hurst into tears once more. Be.
was the apple Of his mothers e.
and she never was going TO torgl.
him for marrying Mabel Wllmo
And Sally knew that IT would hay
been the same, no matter what ga
Beau had married.
"why, Mother. he was mt tn
house last night to show Us his car
she reminded her mother, GENT
aDoast YOU remember! lie ana NJ
bcl had steak sandwiches out IN tn
kstc. en-.
Bat Mrs. Jerome refused TO l'
s~omlortca.
-.somebu1y'd better telegraph yoa
papa.' she said suddenly. with
sniff. after all, Miles his cha
And he ought TO be made 70 pay 70
his op~eration-and If Miles COINS
10 die he'd better lie here anyway.
I'm wire him myself when 1 Get
acme"