Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-08-18
ICE. BURTON

Jim Bowen unless he wants to and
he didn't even ask me to 60 with
him tomorrow! He's mean! oh,
he's meant
Across the room., on the shiny top
Of his desk. her note lay folded In
its envelope. He hadn't thought
enough Of II TO tuck it into his
pocket-or even TO tear 1t up and
throw it itno the waste basket.
"Just left 1t lying there where
anybody could come along and read
i'll" thought Chatty, with sudden
anger. She jumped up from her
chair and dashed across the CT
flee to tear It up. herself.
Then a bright idea struck her.
She snatched up o pencil from
the glass tray on Dawes desk and
wrote another message across the
face of the letter:
Dave. dear. you're just killing me
by treating me this way. Please
let's not fuss any more. I've done
everything I can do TO make up
with you. and ! can't Go anything
else. It's just up to you now-but
please remember that I love you,
and that I'm so unhappy when you
don't pay any attention to me-"
She put 1t back into the envel-
ope, addressed it to Dawes bach
elor flat. and dropped it into the
mail chute in the hall before she
could have a chance to change her
mind.
He would read the letter that
night, at home, where he would
have plenty of time to think it over
before the next morning. And sure
~ he would see that he ought 10
forgive her and be nice TO her again
because she loved him SO much.
And Ill tell him all about Ag-
mes and Mr.. Van,' she decided,
completely forgetting that she had
solemnly promised Mrs. Van never
to speak Of the affair to anyone.
III juggle the truth a bit, and tell
him that Mrs. Van asked me to find
out if there was anything between
her husband and Agnes"
To "Juggle the truth" was all
act that never bothered Chatty in
the least.
Like most people who talk all the
time, she could lie as fast as a race
horse can run. But she never call
ed 1t lying She called 1t lug
Cling the truth" or telling it in my
own way"
She would tell this story of the
diary to Dave Jordan in her own
way"-and instead Of thinking she
was a snoop and a sneak and n
thief, he would think that she simp-
ly had been a loyal friend to poor
Mrs. Van! She would make him
think that.
But when the next morning came,
he gave her no chance to tell him
the story.
He walked past the switchboard
without SO much as a nod or "A
glance in her direction, although
she felt ure that he must feel her
anxious eyes on him and hear the
pounding of her heart as he pass
ed. Instead of answering. he gave
her another deep, straight look. as
II he were trying to figure her out.
Trying to get OF the bottom Of her
-. There was puzzlement in his
look, along with a kind Of dis
gust.
What do you think I am? A
penny. penny peep show or some
thing?' Chatty asked him, as She
kept on working at the board, CIV
ing Billie Langenau an outside line
and taking a suburban call for Mr.
Van.
NO. I don't know what to think
about you," Dave Jordan answered
and he shook his handsome rec
head
He pulled up a chair that stood
beside Jim Bowen'S desk, and drop.
ped down upon it.
Now tell me one thing" he said
What satisfaction did it give Vol
to send those pages OF that D
girls diary to the Big Boss wife;
What earthly good did Ii do you?"
Chatty did her best to tell a lie
She opened her lips to tell him tina
Mrs. Van had asked her to get tht
stuck in her throat.
Il did 1t because / was afraic
she was going to 60 to Mr.. Var
with a story I had told her about