Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1927-12-02

ribly interpretive years. and he
found his hatred becoming more
personal and more
They passed through the gigantic
waiting room and out TO the square
before the station. Terry knew the
car even before they started toward
i. IL was typical OF Peter Borden
hat be was still using the same
make Of car IL was said that he
had owned the first Of that make in
the city, and the chances were that
he would W one so long as the
factory continued TO produce.
Bob Terry knew that ID would be
a new car. Bordea's other had been
ore year old when Bob went 10 pris-
n That meant that it would have
heen traded the next year and that
the new one would have been driven
for two years. This, then, should
be very new. according to Bob's
reckoning. And as he climbed
stiffly IN and settled into the unac-
c%ustomed luxury OF the upholstery.
he noted that the speedOmeter reg
istered less than a thousand miles.
Damn the man, Couldn't he change
a single habit? Must his own tide Of
life flow ~serenely, regardless of
what misery might befall others?
There w1s a terrible restraint be-
tween them. Borden was fearful OF
paraaiag his grief: Terry concealed
his hatred beneath the pallor of his
mask. They rolled down the
tree-lined thoroughfare lead
ing from the terminal IL the civic
Of the states metropolis. Il
had not changed; on both sides OF
the streets were more or less pre-
tentious and battered structures
had once been a%ristocratic
homes and were now sunk to the low
estate OF boarding houses. They
passed the implanted, fran structure
Bob Terry had first roomed
when he came TO the city, ana he
felt the vivid contrast between his
outlook then and now. Then he had
been youEg and hopeful and buoyed
by irresponsible ambition. Now,
seven years later. he was IN old
man; hard and bitter and surfeited.
with the vicarious wisdom OF peni-
tertiary associates.
They turned south on the main
artery leading toward the res
section, and here, IS they
down for the traffielights,
dignifled and pon,pous business men
greeted Borden from the sidewalks;
waved 70 him with Difference and
respect. Bob's lips curled. He knew
well enough what a power Borden
aas IN that city: Re knew that Bor-
den might have saved him from
rwMmam MAwm~ $500 nMwmM Urr4 W-MwuuI|
the mad had prattled Of his duty.
and Of the fact that this supposed
crime had been an offense. not
s4ate-and so Bob Terry had gone
10 prison because Borden had elect
"a 70 practice his platitudinous
prcochments.
They reached the residential sec
interlacirg streets sentinoled
With oaks and NAPLES and poplars:
broad sidewalks behind which cast,
.erraced lawns served rs settings for
homes Of varied and attract
.ve architecture. Eventually they
swung into a broad driveway and be-
wo venue of stately pop
70 stop under the porte
,oChere OF a tremendous home OF
rock and tapestry brick. Bob
Terry remembered his first visit
lere-his W a. the luxury and
rastness Of the place. his belief
that the owner or any such mansion
h1 an infinitely superior be-
.ng. Bat the thought which re-
,urred was that all the while he
had bean existing in n barred cell
four convicted criminals, Peter
Borden had continued to live IL this
Borden led the way 70 the living
room. Dusk was falling and the
huge room was lighted softly by
standing lamps There was an inn
1ression Of homeness And az COM
fort in spite Of the rooms tremend-
oas size. and Bob Terry lowered his
TO the Persian rug on which he
Time was when he had felt
" home here: when the luxury had
TO dazzle him. Now he was
neither AZ home nor dazzlcd, but
bewilGered.
They stood quietly For q moment
lr two, then Peter Borden reached
Tor the young mans old felt hat.
He tried also 70 take from him the
lueer little japanese pagoda which
rod Shannon lad carved with an
I'd safety razor blade from q bit Of
ed cedar. hut Bob refused 20 re-
inauish that IL meant something
. him. IT ives the ore touch az
-cnuine affection and undiluted real
tv left in his rsarrsd and misshapen
Of things
The door opened snd the negro
entered. His lips were spread
r. a friendly. uncertain grin.
eHowdye. Mistuh Bob"
Terry raised his eyes. ~How are
-ou. Croesust-
"Tolahle. thaaky. sub; ies' toll
The negro faced his employer.
'Mistrh Bob's room ia all fixed.
oh"
There was sn awkward silence. Il
vas Bob Terry who spoke.
~What does he mean. Mr.. Bor-
.er ~
"Si~rlr that veur room II ready"
cleared his throat snd looked
IN Embarrassment. at Is my