Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-11-03
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Lung aAbEE the SOUND OF
Ied's little roadster had died away
n the distance, Sally stayed where
she yass in the nighttime stiffness
or Aunt Emily's garden.
Ted had left her with q promise to
take her 20 tine Lark" on the next
night 70 see the Spanish dancers
who were drawing the crowds there.
But II was not Of Ted she was
thinking AS she sat on the stone
steps, with the dark, perfumed
weight of the lilac branches above
her and a white moo shining down
through the lace-work Of leaves.
Il was the kind of May night when
a woman is very likely 10 find her
self thinking Of the man she loves
or Of the man she loved once upon a
time-or Of the man whom she Is
going to love but never yet has hap
pcned 70 meet.
And 50 Sally found herself think
ing Of John Nye, and Of something
he had said TO her that afternoon
when they stood together in Aunt
Emily's reception room. with its old
polished furniture, its dim silver
mirrors, its Toby jugs ard Bristol
glass.
"You belong here-not in an Of
flee" was what he said TO her.
Re did not look upon her, then as
a human adding machine or a piece
q office furniture, after all. Sally
reflected. II saw that she was a
real flesh and blood girl-the kind
that fitted in among mirrors and
priceless old glass and bowls Of blue
and lavender lilaes. The thought was
oddly warming and comforting TO
her.
~And he said he missed me. tOo,"
she went on thinking. as she rose
and started up the steps.
But then, that was just because
she had sharpened his pencils, and
written his letters carefully, and
brought him sandwiches when he
"a hungry. She had done the same
things for Mr.. Peevey. always. IL
was part of her job to do them-all
but the sandwiches, Of course.
She closed the hall door behind
her and stepped into the house.
IL was dark. for Aunt Emily went
around these days switching off
lights the minute they were not
needed. She wasn't wasting a penny
in this last effort 10 make q Ego" Of
her dying business.
But in the reception room there
vas a small crate fire that sent out
a sweet, smoky smell TO mingle with
the perfume Of the lilacs.
Before the fire, leaning forward
with her head sunk in her hands sat
Aunt Emily.
Sally went into the room and stood
beside her.
Going to bed. Aunt Emf" she
asked.
Not a sound from Aunt En-.
IL was not Aunt Ems way 20 cry
when she was unhappy. She simply
became very silent ~ such times, and
kept to herself a great deal.
All day she had been moping IN
this way. and Sally knew that things
must be going very. very badly with
The House BY the Side Of the Road.
whats the matter, Aunt Emf"
she asked in q matteF-of-fact voice,
for Aunt En- hated 20 be pitied or
retted or stroked when she needed
plying and petting and stroking.
She was something Of a chestnut
burr. was Aunt En-.
"Oh. the business Is going 70 the
she said now. and her voice
wAs snappy. Were losing about
twice as much as we're making
snd / don't know why. Oar food
couldn't be better, ard the place is
more comfortable than any other
place | know. I should have stuck to
school teaching, ! reckon. The only
thing | know how 70 do il 70 write
letters on a blackboard with a piece
Of chalk" She was silent once more.
sour place lacks pep.r said Sally.
remembering the very words Of Ted's
sales talk. I'VE need something DIFF
ferent-something like these Span
ish dancers that The Lark has"
Spanish dancersl" snapped Aunt
En- in disgust. "Where would we
find any Spanish dancers, I'd like to
know. And how could we afford
them II we could find them? I'm
about flat broke, Sally Ann. as IL Is"
II was az that exact second that
Sally made an all-important decision.
In the darkness her big blue eyes
up and the sparkle OF high
adventure shone in her face sud-
"ili 40 iti" she said 10 herself. cit
probably won't come 70 anything
but III try It, snywayl"
She spoke aloud to Aunt Emily,
a friendly hand on her shout
der. "Come on upstairs. Aunt En-.
I've n grand idea. but l went tell you
about il just yet"
"Im afraid Of grand ideas" an
swercd Aunt En- in the tones Of
Gloomy Gus. "My grandest idea was
10 open this restaurant and see what
a flat failure I've made OF IT,"
She switched on the hall light and