Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-06-26

The girls stared. Then, as one,
nodded.
"Hartigsn just brought him in
again, Chief" said one Of the troop
ers.
Wilbraham. quickly, before any
careless remarks could be dropped,
shut the door on them. Miss Bag
ot," he said, "I'm going to ask you
to take your sister home. And try
to impress on her that she must
keep pretty close for a time. Don't
let her talk with strangers. I'm go
ing to call up Mr.. Pew and ask him
to come for his sister. Our road
isn't clean yet. by a long shot. We've
got a lot Of determined men TO fight.
And they're strong. Oh, they're
strongl We shall have to move very
carefully"
Stella considered; then drew him
to a window. The confused urge in
her breast was focusing, taking on
shape and direction. you're think
ing of the district attorney said
she. ~guardedly.
"I'm thinking Of a lot OF people,
Miss Bagot."
IF Joe Harmcr could he brought
to terms. il would be simpler,
wouldn't it,"
"Oh. yes. If he could be brought
to real terms There isn't a strong
er man in the county"
L wonder {. Listeni Could
you, rs soon as you've had your arm
looked at, hold yourself within reach
Of the telephone here? With Mr..
. . J" her color was rising . /.
with Mr.. Pew"
Why 4. . yes. IL -
Its pretty important. III I want
you, I'll want you badly. Both of
you. Within an hour, | think. Jump
in your car and come quickin
Then she drove Martha home.
"Pull yourself together, she said.
as she turned the Ford in by the
barn. I'VE don't want the folks to
see that you've been crying. Better
use a little powder. And remember,
no talk. None at all. It's a good
deal Of a life-or ?death mix-up we're
in, girl"
Sitting in the car, behind the IL
laos, Martha composed her face be-
fore her tiny mirror. She said: "You
don't look any too good yourself,
Stella. You'd better get a little
more sleep, or you'll be Hopping.
mo sleep yet" observed the older
ruin I'm strung up like a piano
wire n"
why don't you 20 to bed?"
Bed? Child, I've got the biggest
job on my hands, just about, that a
girl ever undertook. There's more
at stake than you know. And it's
got TO be done this evening. Come on
in. You look all right"
Mr.. Bagot was busy at the stand;
a fact which enabled them to slip
by with nothing more han a nod Of
greeting. Stella, hurrying upstairs,
found her door ajar. She pushed it
open. Her mother stood By the bu-
reau. looking into the top drawer.
Stella remarked: Hello, Mumsiel
| just looked in for a moment. Have
to run right out again."
LII was just tidying up your ROOM
Thus the mother. Making your bed
and all" She had moved a step
away from the bureau as her daugh-
ter entered, but now edged
ly back TO il. Stella, / couldn't
help seeing this" Ard she touched
the flat paper parcel that lay in the
top drawer.
That 7" Stella contrived a bit Of n
laugh. "Heavensl I'd forgottenf
It's exactly what ! want"
Whisky, Stella ?"
The daughter was lifting IL out.
The mother moved unhappily toward
the window. She looked old and
tired. II can't get used to these
new ways" she broke out, and fun
bled for her handkerchief. She was
crying.
Stella, for a moment. considered
the strained little scene. II was
high time to speak out. IL she didn't
do something she'd be crying her
self. Bless your heart, Mumsie.y
she said. I'm not going to drink
1t! It's evidence. oh, we're all more
OF less shot to pieces. Naturally.
We've had a bad night, all Of US.
But when you learn all I'm trying
TO do ! don't believe youu be
ashamed OF your citified daughter
she thought. like the young modern
he partly was. my Gcd, I'm get
ng sentimental" She rushed