Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-05-12
p 66

As soon as Lynda got settled at
her hotel, she called down & the desk
20 order a taxi.
"Your car Is waiting at the door,
Miss Fenton."
II was then she remembered that
Ralph had told her he would have
a car always ready for her while she
was in New York.
Going down, she found a perfectly
appointed town car, with a uniformed
chauffeur, standing at the curb.
Lynda stepped into the waiting
car, and sank back into the gorgeous
cushions with delight. Never again
would she trudge along with hands
fuil or unwieldy bundles, '
again the need to count pennies. New
again the need 10 count pennies. Nav
er again TO eat the chepest things at
the counter lunchroom.
"If ! could only have this with
Davie, how happy / would be-" she
said TO herself, as she remembered
how he would come, bringing her a
piece Of taffy, or a chocolate drop,
and how she would insist upon his
sharing il with her. She wondered
whether whoever lived in the little
cottage next would sit in the creaky
old hammock, and watch the moon
peep around the steeple while MUNICH
ing half "A piece Of candy, as she and
Davie so often had done.
She was brought back to the pres
ent by screening brakes.
This is Madam Millfleur's, Miss"
said the chauffeur. respectfully, when
the car had stopped.
Lynda brought her head up with
a little sigh. She surreptitiously
brushed her powder puff over her
nose, got out, and entered the estab-
lishment.
For the first time since she had
told Ralph that she would 20 away
with him, she felt embarrassed. She
knew that Madam Millfleur knew
Ralph. and she shrewdly surmised
that "the friend who had her clothes
from there was PamilIa Sheston,
and that probably Pamilla had often
been accompanied by Ralph when
making her purchases.
Would Madam Millfleur think she
was one Of "Ralph's fi%fty-seven va
rieties," as Emily Andrews had al
ways referred to the women upon
whom he showered attentions?
Was she really any different from
any of the others? Perhaps some
other women had even loved Ralph
better than she did.
The door was opened by a maid,
who looked as though she might
have stepped out OF a society comedy.
II am Miss Fenton. I had an ap-
pointment with Madam Millfleur,"
Lynda said.
ayes, Miss. Madam has just tele-
phoned that she was detained. and
she hoped you would pardon her un-
avoidable delay. She told me to take
you into her own drawing room. and
that she would be with you very
soon.'
As soon as she was alone. Lynda
took off her hat, laid il aside. and
looked about her curiously. A pic
ture in an obscure corner caught her
eye. She went owe TO examine il
more closely.
II startled her.
It was a sketch Of a corner and the
steeple Of an old church., The whole
thing was done in gray. II seemed
that was sailing we head.
lnGTG can l UE L6O SUN cNtutcs
Lynda said 10 herself. 1T is the old
church at home, as seen from the
porch of my little cottage. That's
our moon"
"Who is our" asked a soft. sweet
voice from the doorway behind.
Before Lynda thought, the words
came quickly: why. Davies and
my moon"
Then she whirled about to greet
one Of the most beautiful women she
thought she ever had seen.
Her beautiful white hair was
singled, so that il fell like a child's
about her face, and IL cleaned like
satin. II had the same silken sheen
as her own black tresses.
"You are Miss Fenton?" asked the
older woman.
Eyes. Madam. ] am much interest
ed in this little sketch. II looks as
though IL were taken from a point
in my home town. Indeed, | would
have said that omeon sat upon my
porch and drew il on a moonlight
night. Were you ever in the textile
town Of Rigeville, Madam"
The older woman did not answer.
She did not seem to have heard what
the girl had been saying. She was
walking toward Lynda as though ir-
resistibly drawn to her.
In the mirror that filled almost all
Of one end of the room. the likeness
between the two women standing
there was uncanny.
Lynda. her black satiny hair about
her face, was vivid with color. Her
cheeks and lips we're Of different