Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-07-29

what to DO with it if I don't get
it off my hands. Besides, I can't
see why you think building a hos
pltal for Bender would be throwing
It away. Tt may save hundreds Of
lives. The nearest pla-o that a
sick person can be taken is IS miles
away"
Its your money. vivie," the old
man gave up then. But, you ought
to get q little pleasure Of it for
yourself"
That is just what 7 intend to
do" she smiled at him. Cant YOU
understand? Please try. Kent loves
me and we are very happy. T am
jealous Of my love and my h island.
l would die Of anything came UP
to spoil II little minute Of it,"
You still think you'll never tell
that young whipper snapper who
you are?"
i wouldn't ruin my husbands
happiness at the cost Of my own
lie. 1t would kill him-almost. 1t
doesn't matter one little bit to me
I want him to love me Tor myself
What if you have children some
day? Why not put some aside as a
trust fund for them?"
All right. I'll agree to that
providing We a do it secretly. But,
we'll build the hospital first and
can set aside what is left over for
my six little boys and girls"
Want a half dozen, do you, vi
vie" he nodded approvingly. They
II be great little filters, too-with
you for a ma"
Kent isn't such a bust-up as a
pa, either, is hep"
"Oh, I guess he's managed to find
a little gumption floating around in
ether-but I durn near had to
knock him down to pound any sense
into his carcass"
"You-Judge!" Vivian Jumped in
her chair. "What-did you get a.
hold Of Kent Johns and tell him
anything? Why, you promised"
Hold yer ponies, little lady. I
didn't tell him Eoo.lin' that I prom
ised not to tell. But some day when
you get tired kissin' and maxim up,
jest ask him bout the day I dragged
him out to the airship and give him
merry hullaballyhoo all the way"
Judge Potter will take credit to
the longest day that he lives for be-
ing the little Dan Cupid that car
ried the fatal arrow in the Mat
theWs-Johns romance.
Bender never saw Dovie Jansen
again. But, one day there were
headlines-tragic ones-When Vivi-
an heard the familiar trump of the
little TlmeS-Democrat on the porch
and went out to pick it up.
1t was the last time the girl who
had brought so much grief to Kent
Johns and his wife ever figured in
the news. For she was dead.
The story told how the famous
Countess Won Pepper" had driven
along the Rue de La Paix, in her
high-powered French car, at what
~paSSerSby believed to be 70 miles
an hour and, without warning,
crashed into a truck to her death.
On the death record were three
words: Driving while intoxicated.
They were the stark epitaph of tLt
girl who didn't IRE.
Vivian wept a little fo- her then.
Because she had been so foolish and
because she had never known true
love. It came to Vivian clearly Just
how complex and dramatic this
thing we call life Is. For, if Dovie
Jansen had not been the sort OF
girl she was. Kent Johns would
have been her husband.
She might have been in Vivian's
place-sharing his joys and sorrows
and Vivian might have been still
under the same little roof that shell
tered her so dearly that night-a
lonely, and bitter and disillusioned
failure.
They had called her a flat tire
Poor little Dovie-what a role she
had played in the drama that had
brought Vivian Johns such unspeak-
able happiness.
She heard Kent's steps on the
~porch-and he was 81 ging:
i can't give you anything but love
- baby.
: hats the only thing I've plenty Of
-~ba-a-by."
CTHE ENID