Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-01-01

drawers Of the desk, cleaned the
typewriter, looked through the files
in the filing cabinet, and, still walt
ing for Mr.. Polk, put herself through
the speed exercises she had had at
| the little Jacksonville business school
she had attended off and on during
the summers she had oTked IN her
fathers bank.
You're going to be q bad influence
around here" laughed Mr.. Polk, TAX
ing off his coat and hat, IF you keep
up these hours
Byrd came Shyly into his office.
Have you seen Larry she ask
cd. eagerly.
Mr.. Polk nodded and started to
open up a pile Of mail lying on hls
desk.
Il spent a whole morning with the
young man last week. He got
a-plenty from me, too Mr.. Folk
said, gruffly. starting TO bury him
self in the letter which he had IN
his hand. ,
Evidently Mr.. Polk didn't intend
to tell her more.
Byrd spent the morning writing
letters. Mr.. Polk gave her the idea
he wanted to convey ind left the
rest to her. She liked writing let
tiers that way.
Toward noon Pat relephoned her
that she would meet her for lunch
They went to the Coffee club" 2
serve-self which advertised good
food and clean service.
1--WE Just seen India" announced
Pat, as they deposited their trays on
the spotless china-topped table.
Byrd looked at her sister in amaze
ment.
What a funny, cold blooded child
il isl" she exclaimed, in a voice
which showed a little hurt. II don't
see how you could talk to her after
/ after"
Hold your horses, Rosebud" pip
cd Pat, IN her high voice. This is
the low-down on it. / telephoned In
dia one day last week and told her
that | wished she'd pay back the
money she borrowed from me. and
that ! wanted it r. ID. Q. She started
to say she couldn't remember ever
borrowing a penny, but | told her
had the list and the dates, and IL she
wanted to make trouble I was ready
Pat chuckled ut the memory. "I'ni
not Jim Hamilton's daughter for
nothing"
well" asked Byrd. curiously.
"Well, iii goldfish Is Tiny says
continued Pat, "today she had IL for
me. all but the money for the dane
ing lesson, and I took back the tick
ct instead. She'd used about three
OF them"
Byrd laughed until her eyes were
dripping with tears.
You're q funny old thing" she
said. finally, drying her eyes. Il new
er dreamed you'd aver remember
that India had borrowed from you
"Why, l figured that that money
would just about buy a washing ma
chine" snickered Pat.
Tin going to give il to Chef for
for his birthday present"
Byrd promised to spend Saturday
afternoon with Pat 10 help her buy
some things for the apartment.
Then Pat started on dancing les
sons. She and Chef had decided that
Byrd had to be kept very busy or
she would become respondent. Pat
didn't put it like that, but she indi-
Gated that they were going TO see
that she was entertained evenings.
"Chet has to be at the bank two
evenings every week, and he sug-
gested We take dancing lessons
those nights" said Pat. $50 tonight,
young lady, you're coming home with
me for dinner and afterward you've
going to begin using midas left
over lessons"
"All right" Byrd agreed.
The thought of sitting in her
dreary room all evening was not al
Turing.
Mr.. and Mrs. Nickolai Remenoff
rented the Conkling dance hall for
their classes in Russian ballet dane
ing.
When Byrd and Pat arrived. the
rest Of the class we're already dress
ing, trotting around in their chem
Uses and step-ins. laughing and talk
ing as they added q little more pow
der. paint and roure before the mir
rors that ran around the dressing
room.
Pat knew some of the girls and
introduced Byrd. They were stency-