Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-10-03
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CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XVIII
Outside the Blue Lagoon an au-
tumn storm was raging. Rain was
coming down in sheets. and a cold
high wind howled and tore about the
streets.
Sally shivered as she stepped out
into the streaming darkness and
started along the wet, cleaning side
walks. The downpour drenched her
silk coat and thin dress in no time.
but she put her head down and
struggled on towards the street car
line at the corner.
She had no notion Of where she
was going or what she was going 20
do. Her thoughts were as wild as
the weather itself. Beau had
stolen more than a hundred dollars
from Ted Sloan. and Ted had proof
Of II. Proof that could send Beau
70 prisoni 49,. Somehow that money
must be found, and be paid back to
Ted tonight. Every nickel Of it'll /.
But where was II to be found?
Where? Especially at this time Of
night.
Il don't think that Ted really
would turn Beau over to the law"
Sally told herself, sensibly. I'm
sure he would not 60 that far-and
yet he might. You never can tell
what people will do when they are
angry"
An Ted surely had been ~insanely
angry back there among the golden
lights and the haunting music of The
Blue Lagoon.
Yes, I've got to get the money"
Sally finally decided, remembering
his white face and the look in his
eyes as he handed her the two
checks-the pink one and the blue
one. But where to get it-that's
the question"
She racked her confused brain as
she went along, chilled TO the bone
and buffeted by the wind-and hard
ly conscious that she was cold and
wet and shaking all over.
She reached the corner and saw q
street car coming along through the
rain like a lighted ship on a stormy
sea.
Just as IL slowed down to stop
Ted's little car skidded around the
corner and stopped beside the curb.
He called to her. His words came
TO her in snatches above the rush of
the wind:
Hi, you!-can't &c out on a night
like this-must be losing your mind
talk this thing I've sensibly-"
and so on.
Sail paid not the slightest bit Of
attention to him.
With the tail Of her eye she could
see him leaning out Of his wet little
car, waving one arm at her as ne
yelled into the wind. Then, Just as
the street car slid to a stop adm she
started towards il he jumped out.
But Sally was too quick for him.
In the ~twinkling of an eye she was
on the platform, with the door clos
ing behind her. She had escaped.
There were only a half dozen peo-
pie in the car and all of them stared
at her sodden clothes and dripping
hair.
Sally did o even see them, so
wrapped up in her own gloomy
thoughts was she. She barely saw
the conductor when she leaned to-
wards him across the fare box and
spoke TO him.
Tell me-you pass E. s5th street,
don't your" v
Yes, lady" He nodded, looking
her up and down ~curiously.
IN get off there. Let me know
when we come to il, please" said
Sally, her troubled eyes on the win
dows with the darkness and the rain
behind them.
1t was perfectly clear to her all
at once where n was going for that
money!
Not to Aunt Emily, who would de-
mand TO know what that money was
TO be used for. Not to John Nye.
who would probably lend il to her
because Of his affection for Mile
Sally was not going TO either of
these people, but to Mr.. Peevey! She
had made up her mind to 60 to him,
almost without thinking. II just
seemed TO her that some inner voice
best bet" in this terrible trouble
that had swooped down upon her
like a hawk upon some helpless Grey.
Afterward it seemed to her that me
thought of him had been q direct
answer to prayer.
Every now and then we poor struy-
sans h4hAAh blALkc III SOnGLllnR
without quite knowing why we do I.
Afterward, when it turns out to be
the very thing we should have done.
we give all the credit TO Luck or
Chance.
1T was just Fate" we say.
But really wasn't it God? Who
knows?
At any rate that night Sally ye-
rome had an odd feeling that she
was doing something that she had
done before when she knocked on
the door OF Mr.. Peevey's tall dark
house on Z. S5th street.
Her heart beat wildly as she did it.
Mr.. Peeyey was always so cross when
his lunch was late that she could
imagine how furious he would be
Il he were rudely wakened from his
sleep.
She waited for a minute, and then
rang again. Almost at once a light
flashed on within the house, and
through the glass pane in the door
Sally could see Mr.. Peevey coming
down the stairs.
He was in a red bath-robe and his
thin hair stood up all over his small