New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-08-30

them, isn't II
Without a word in reply. Sail,
tore open the envelope. 1t always
hurt her to hear Mile or Mabel say
unkind things about her mother
And they always said them in such
a nasty, laughing way, as If poor
Mrs. Jerome, with her instinct for
always doing the wrong thing. was
some kind of joke.
my dear Sally" she had written.
~ found your Papa very sick, In
deed, and have been too busy taking
care OF him to steal a moment to
write until now.
His landlady, Mrs. Gleason, says
: he complained of headaches for
about a week before the day he
was taken sick. What ails him /
don't know, but the doctor thinks it
! is some kind of nervous breakdown
and wants him to take long rest.
! He has high blood pressure, too. I
am worn out looking after his many
wants, and wish you were here to
help me.
"Of course, I shall bring him
home as soon as possible. In the
! meantime, send me hundred dol
lars, and be sure not to forget that
I've promised Millie some money
for a hat on Saturday. Ten dollars
please give it to her.
And don't fail to send me the
six pairs of isle thread silk stock
ings that you promised me. I need
them very badly and some hand
kerchiefs, too-marked with a C.
or an M.
"My best love to Beau and Mile
and yourself. Mother"
What does Clara Margaretta
have to say?" asked Mile, looking
UP from her slice of pie and her
milk.
"she says she's going to bring
Father home pretty soon" muir
INJURED Sally. That means that you
and 1 will have to room together
again, Mile. doesn't it? And she
says I'm to give you ten dollars for
hat today"
Mile looked blank. She had a
trick OF wiping all expression from
her face when she wanted to. leav-
ing it as pink and white and limo
cent as the face OF wax doll.
81 don't know what she means"
she fibbed so convincingly that she
fooled Sally completely. as she usu-
ally did. but I want to ask you
favor, on my account, Angel"
She put her pretty head to one
side and her voice was as velvety
smooth as the slow drip-drip of
honey pouring from spoon. Il
want to ask Davy here tonight for
supper Only I don't want to call
him up myself. want you to do it
for me. Will you?"
Sally shook her dark. glossy head
with energy. mot me-" said she.
ungrammatically but to the point.
IF you want him here you ask him
yourself, old kid"
Mile carried her plate and her
glass to the sink and rinsed them
out with cold water-a thing she
never had been known to do for
herself before in her life.
Then she came back and put both
of her arms around Sally's slender
figure, in its checked bingham
dress. "Please-pretty please with
sugar on it. she pleaded, childishly.
do call him up. Sally, just this
once, and I'll never ask you to do
another thing for me as long as I
live. I've tried to get him on the
phone, myself, all week. but he
won't talk to me. know he's at
home sometimes when he sends
word to me that he isn't"
Sally held up a pie. and began to
trim off the uncookcd crust around
the edges of the pan.
Il should think you'd have too
much pride to run after a man, Mil
lie" she said, here eyes on her work.
"And anyway, il John Nye is jeal-
Gus Of him, why don't you drop
him, now that you have such a good
chance to do it,"
Mile dropped her hands from
Sally's shoulders and walked over
to the screen door. Outside came
the sound of water pattering on
leaves, where Aunt Emily was
sprinkling her vegetable garden.
II don't want to drop him." she
said after a minute or two. Not
right now. anyway. ! like him too
much--and I can always get John
Nye back on my staff when I want
him. Only I don't want him back
for a while. Not until I get tired
of Davy."