Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-07-07

Twill the loss mean an awful lot
to you, darling. I mean-you have
plenty Of money-plenty to-to-go
into business again with, haven't
you?"
"Oh, yes" he assured her,
promptly. I've lost a lot. But
I'll survive"
She hardly knew how to tell him
she was going back to Paris right
away. But she did-and he looked
properly sorry. She chung to him
tightly.
when you get all this mess off
your shoulders mean when you
tell Vivian you want to be free
I'll come right straight back to
you-and We'll be married"
He would have liked to say some
thing about having a definite I'M
derstanding that Mamma Jansen
would be among the missing for
eve after. But he Stifled the i'm
pulse. He knew that if Dovie got
away from her selfish, complain
ing mother she would be her angel
self!
Kent kissed Dovie affectionately
and and told her there would be
a way out Of it soon. Vivian had
seen Dovie pull him in, too. And
she felt sick at heart. Even after
the heartless, selfish way Dovie
had shown her true self in the face
Of all the disaster and trouble, she
could still pull him back to her.
It's love-Vivian assured herself,
brokenly. 1t can't be anything else.
Vivian was in Martha Matthews
old room, lying across the bed,
when Kent found her a little later,
getting a much needed rest. He
went to her ruefully, like a little
boy might to his mother, with a
rent in his trouser leg.
My Lord, Wv" he exhibited the
tear, my only pair of trousers, and
I have a rip in them"
She got up and went to the dres-
ser drawed for needle and thread.
sit here" she indicated q chair
at the window, "and I'll fix EN- for
YOU"
1t was the first little intimate
service she had ever done for him.
Her heart beat quickly, and her
fingers moved clumsily as she sew
ed. I'm a fool to feel like this"
she tried to still the beating of her
heart.
She knelt on the floor beside
him, sewing, and he looked at the
red head bowed over the needle,
tenderly. What a little brick she
was! When she finished he lifted
her to her feet and stood with his
strong, brown hands on her arms.
You're the salt Of the earth, old
thing" he smiled into her tired,
circled eyes. and when she drop
ped her head he said softly: what
a lucky fellow the man you love
some day, will be?"
When she turned and threw her
self across the bed he thought it
was because she was tired-and
went out. But the door had no
more than closed behind him when
she broke into sobs.
But there was no time to ween
over her own miSfortunes. A little
later she dried her eyes, guiltily.
and went over to the mirror tn
powder her nose. She looked at
herself, with her uncurled hair and
the blue rag" of a house dress
that Cuddles had one time told
her clashed SO miserably with her
eyes, and smiled crookedly.
All her pretty clothes were rome.
Inc cyclone had taken everything
she owned. Except, she thanked
fortune, the jade necklace. ring and
the bracelet Kent had given her
and her wedding and diamond
rings. She had, providentially.
had them on when she went to
the cave on the tragic night.
She looked very much like Wv
ian Matthews, homely as ever, she
decided. And poor Celeste. Would
the little maid ever dress her
again and put lovely things on her,
and tell her she was $50 wonder
frail vamps?" She choked at the
thought of Celeste lying in the hos
pital and marveled at a devotion
SO great that she had risked her
own life to bring her back out of