New Britain herald., 1927-09-10
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ment and refusing 10 dance at {
 moments notice! And for no reasor
 at all, so far as Aunt Emily could
 See.
 What on earth ails you. girl Q
 she asked, in voice that cracked
 like a whip, and Sally mildly an
 sWered that she would rather talk
 it over when Aunt Elm mad moro
 time.
 And later that night, when the
 last automobile had driven away
 from The House by the Side of the
 Road, they did talk 1t over.
 "What's come over you Sally"
 Aunt Elm asked the minute eho
 came back to the H,at white little
 room, with the windows wide open
 10 the windy October night. This afternoon you were telling me that you hoped this new costume would
 last for a long time. and now youve ud1enly made mp your mind not 10
 dance in it ever again. Is it because
 of something that that Davidson man said to you tonght?"
 "Davidson?" repeated Sally, in 2 tone that meant that Davidson was ] sss than nothing in her life NO, . indccd-hut John Nyc said some ] thing to me that set mo to think ing"
 i Aunt Emily's face stiffcnea, i And what did he hay" to say?" l she asked, in q voice that was all sarcasm.
 'Well, after I finished dancing I went out into the hall through the kitchen door" Sally began her story, "and he was there, just get ting his hat-and when he saw me he grabbed me hy both arms and said: That's a fine thing for you l 10 he doing--dancing in public or something like that"
 Aunt Emily gruntad. "You should i have worn your mask" she said tartly. Then nobody would have i known ii was you"
 she sat still for 8 minute on the edge of Sally's bed, her thin face turned toward the open windows, with the nighttime darkness be- vond them like black velvet cur 1ains.
 "But can see his point" she added soherlr. "1t isn't nice thing for you 10 he doing-a nice Nouna girl-dancing in q ro@dhouse. For that's what we've got on our hands, Sally, without knowing it until now. A roadhouse, I saw two or three people with liquor flasks down stairs tonight and I made mp my mind that something would have 10 he done about it right away. .... Funny that all Of this should hap pen at once. isn't it?'
 Still with her face turned towards the darkness, she went on: "Wo didn't know what we were getting into. did we, Sally. when We start ed this thng?" We thought wed have nice high-class tea house, or a lovely southern-style dining room. serving chicken dinners. And instead of that, what we've wound up with is just a common road house. as bad as The Lark down the road. Of course. it's my fault never should have hired that Jazz band"
 Sally laid down the black feree dress and went over to her aunts side, putting her yoWs, strong a1ms around her.
 "H's my fault, too, Aunt Emily she declared. 'I never should have Jet Ted Sloan talk me into dancing like those Spanish dancers that The Lark had. But I was like you-l didn't know that it would cheapcn, not only you and me, but the res- taurant itself, Well, now that we've learned our lesson what are we go- ing 10 do? I haven't said anything 10 you about il. but I've noticed that this dancing crowd we have all carry flaslls. DO you think we ought not 10 have the band any more" Just stick 10 the sober sort of folks who come here for q good, subS'an- tial mcal?'
 Aunt Elm shrugged her slender shoulders. "You know We didn't have any business until We did have some jazz music she reminded . Sally, dolcfully. Put l guess our only chance is 10 go back 10 the , au:,t sort of restaurant We had in the beginning. and try 10 hold part , of our trad" that Way DtberWIS' we're going 10 find ourselves with the cheapest kind Of road resort on our hands. only you don't have 10 go back to office work, Sally. IN" plenty of wor!; besides dancing for you right hcre.'
 And so they settled tine question, and prayed for the best.
 At the end of the week Aunt f.m- fly told the three musicians that sine would need them no longer, and "h" refused 10 serve dinner 10 q gay young crowd who arrived with q large whiskcy flask of chased and heavy silver.
 SaIly's gay gypsy costume romain- cd where Sally had put it-in inc very bottom of her little old lin trunk. with "S. J.7 on il in brass jacks.
 Sally had not heard from Ted sloan for weeks and weeks. She had scarcely thought of him.