Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-11-10
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30 luohed ike n Sch0OlDcy caught
IA. some mischief. His clothes were
wrinkled. his collar and tie were
gone; his hair was rumpled and a
gray pallor over his face reminded
her Of a coating of mold on decay
ing fruit. Without a word, Chef
thrust him inside the door ard left.
Byrd threw her arms around Lar
ry and poured a fresh torrent Of
tears all over him. But she was not
crying from anger, as Larry
thought.
Just that emotion common to all
women when they have their hus-
bands back safely in their arms aft
er a somewhat precarious adven-
ture, was enough "a change her
mood. If Larry had walked ia
Jauntily, debonairly. in his usual
fashion, she would have had an al.
tack OF hysteria.
80. for that inoxplicable reason.
her heart warned toward him. All
ner maternal. brooding love for him
was stirred BY his plight.
Larry" she exclaimed. where in
the world have you been ?"
II only wish | knew He tried
TO flash his old-time. co~ncilatorv
smile but " was only a sickly imi-
tation Of i. Help me get into
bed"
Larry staggered toward the bath
room.
IA feel as if the rooms swinging
around. and I'm afraid the floors
going 20 rise up and whack me on
the back Of the head"
he sank into n chair. ~rroaninr
and holding his head.
"Godalmighty. what n headarheIr
Byrd stood above him. helplesslv.
looking down al him with her eves
trimming with sympathy. She lust
knew that Larry wouldn't have done
such a thing rs drink ali night If
these people hadn't inveirled him
into attending their party.
Godalmighty. never again FOR me-
hope thisll teach me n lesson
lie looked az Byrd with penitent
eyes.
I'm sorry about the whole thing
Can YOU ever forgive me. darlinr?r
byrd was sitting on the arm Of
the big chair. and Larry Gut his
arms around her weakly, lowering
his head to her breast.
The very last shreds of resentmer,
were swept away at Larrv's contri.
ton. Byrd twittercd over him, nat
ted him and smothered him with
her kisses.
He started again for the bathroom.
and negotiated the trip with Byrd's
help.
I'm going 70 join the Salvation
Army and work for prohibition he
laughed, painfully. Get out nv IA.
Jamas, dear. will you? Toss them
into the bathroom. Lay out nv
dressing gown, too
While Byrd was digging through
his bag. she was amazed TO find an
entire outfit Of gold-topped things
ell marked fourteen karat gold. mill
tary brushes and clothes brushes, and
even n tiny shOebrush. n little glass
flask with four little gold cups fit.
ting into each other, and all fitting
over the stopper.
Shirts made Of the heaviest Shan.
tung silk, with marvellous ~ini.ial,
embroidered in contrasting shades
made by the most famous Japanes.
haberdasher on Fifth VENUE. Hand
E~erchiefs, OF sheerest linen. thin Al
cobweb. with cut-work initials. "A.
she lifted the dressing gown IL rus
tied with its heavy brccaded lining.
Two parallel lines appeared be
tween her eyebrows, like startled ex
clamation points.
Byrd knew that Larry was on
quite modest salary. with the ex
pectation Of being taken into tn.
firm at the beginning Of the year
Well. perhaps he had spread himsel
on his wedding outfit. just as sh
had on hers.
Suddenly her own little trunk
which had been sent ont 20 Whit
Sulphur Springs, filled with silk un
~derthings which she and her mothe
had themselves made, pajamas Gu
from paper patterns. two %cunnin.
kimonos and breakfast jackets copiel
right out OF Vogue" seemed out-of
date already. and everything In |
had become in her eyes tawdry an.
homemade.
The evening dresses. the stree
gowns with hats "a match. which sh
and her mother had so d~iligentl,
shopped for. seemed drab In com