New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-08-11

THAT sounds as if Mile had beer
seeing him lately" thought Sally
While she's been pretending to BIZ
all wrapped up in John Nye. Thai
certainly was not what Ted Sloar
would have called square shoot.
ing."
Then, once more, her promise to
Mile flashed into her mind.
"You won't forget to see Mile in
the hospital, will your" she asked
holding out her Nttle hardened hand
in farewell. Mother drops In every
day at 4 o'clock. Why don't you 60
them"
He seemed to be thinking 1t over,
still holding her hand in his we'll
cared-for one.
well, perhaps I WILL" he was
beginning, and then his face bright
ened and sharpened. I'm tell you
we'll make a deal. I'll go to the
hospital at 1 o'clock II you'll come
at 6 and let me drive you home"
"All right. think Mr.. Peevey will
let me leave early, for once" replied
the girl. I'll be there at g. They
like you to go then, because it's
time for the patients to have their
supper trays and get settled down
for the night"
Five then" And he was gone,
triumphant and pleased with him
self in his new brown fall suit,
swinging his hat and his cherry
wood cane.
Sally went back into the office to
give it one last look to see that
everything was as it should be.
The smooth sunlit surfaces of
glass and brown mahogany seemed
to smile UP at her in a friendly
way She smoothed her hand across
the top Of John Nye's desk. She
loved to touch it, because his lean,
narrow tanned hands had lain upon
1t.
The door opened and he came
in. Before the door had closed
behind him Sally's heart was leap
ing. thudding against her ribs as
it always did when she first saw
him, at the beginning OF the day.
Good morning. How are you
today?" he asked, looking straight
at her and then at his desk.
Anyone but a blind man could
have seen that the work Sally had
put upon the Strengthening Of that
desk and all the drawers Of it, was
a labor of love. Love that does all
things with a little touch OF magic.
But John Nye was in love with
Mile, and they say that love Is
Blind. So he simply dropped down
into his chair and picked UP his
neatly opened letters. He reached
for one of the pencils that she had
sharpened so beautifully and began
to tap his teeth with it thoughtfully
as he went over his mail.
His day began.
In the outer office at her little
desk sat Sally. staring out of the
window at the blue sky and the
slow smoke spirals that cur ed
across it, and for once she was re-
bellious. Rebellious-Sally whose
watchword in life was: II serve"
Il might be the photograph, for
all the notice he takes of mel" she
said to herself, grimly, and then
almost at once, she mentally raped
herself to order.
Here, What am I thinking
about? I didn't come here to make
him notice me. I came to do Miles
work until she is able to come back
here to this man who loves her.
She told it to herself as bluntly as
that, and all morning she worked
harder than as if she had been do
ing piece-work in a factory instead
of elegantly tipping letters in lux
urious office.
At five minutes after she ran
up the steps of the hospital.
Your sister has a VISITOR the
little nurse in charge OF the second
floor told her when she came softly
down the long. white corridor.
II know" answered Sally. She
could hear the low murmur of Davy
Davidson's voice as she pushed
open the swinging door of Miles
room.
The sweet smell of John Nye's
roses filled the air in it. And, pink
as any of them. sat Mile, all
wrapped up in her pink bathrobe.
She had combcd out her long, yell
lew hair and it lay like a veil of
gold around her shoulders. Her
eyebrows and lashes had been dark
ened, and her mouth painted, and
she was laughing and bright eyed.
She looked more like herself than