Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-04-08

4 The imbecilel Suwanee had stood
about as much as he could. He felt
Elanda's suffering keenly. He sud-
denly snapped out hotly:
"Oh. forget 1t. Mertiel We didn't
come here to talk over Elanda's
private affairs. Who cares whether
she had any money or not? Or how
she worked her way up in the world.
That's the way most people get
their start. Very few people are born
with silver spoons In their mouths"
Its O good thing 1t Is only Su-
vance, Mertie. ! might want TO do
my life story some day-and here
you are giving 1t all away before
hand"
She tried tot swallow her luncheon
In q hurry-and made an excuse
that she must get away for another
appointment. When they waved
goodbye to her, and she got into her
taxi, she buried her face In her
hands.
How unbelievable Suvanee knew
everything. All the lies she had told
about herself-and that she was a
nobody. II he had been so naive
about splitting all her secrets before
Suwanee he had no doubt told Car
mel too. And she would tell Lord
Dusenberry-and Greg. Everybody
| Soon they would all be smiling and
making fun Of her and she would be
a laughing stock.
For the first time In a great while
Elanda broke into tears. She felt
she must die from shame. She dried
her eyes before she got home, for
she didn't want Dixie to see and
question her. Dixie was always so
sclicitous.
Elanda complained OF a headache
and went In her bedroom TO lie
awake and worry. But soon. from
sheer exhaustion, she fell asleep.
That was the same afternoon
that Carmel. dressed In her most
Turing girlishness. called at Greg's
apartment. She knew he slept
late. and did not believe he would
be out. It was only two o'clock.
Luck rewarded her.
He was having his luncheon. ar
rayed in a dressing gown and slip
ners. when q servant let her in. He
did not try to hide his surprise:
We'll, Whoopee. out calling early
today. aren't vou7" he motioned her
to a chair diffidently.
You're so busy these days" she
twirled at her pearls and suddenly
became a little panickv at her own
daring. Il was afraid I wouldn't
catch you. I wanted to have a talk
with you. my dear. A serious talk.
He laughed and lit a cigarette:
Are you looking for a father
~confessor? Shoot"
"Oh. no" she moved over to sit
near him. "It's not about me. It's
something I want you 10 know. /
hope you won't misunderstood me.
Tits about Elanda Lee"
What about Elanda Lee7" His
brows lowered threateninglv.
We'll" she twisted again at her
pearls. nervously. Il don't suppose
you'll forgive me. Butt met a
man who knew her In Jardon. Geor-
ria. She is not from Atlanta at all.
She never saw a convent. Her peo-
pie were poor white trash that
begged their way along in a little
shack down by the Suwanee river.
She is-worse than a nobodyl Why
it's terrible to think that We got
mixed up with her. I thought you
would like to know"
He got up and stood before her
and she quailed at the thunder that
seemed to blacken his face.
"You-came here to tell me thatl
Well, you can keep your Christian
duty for some Of your own friends.
I don't believe you-and even II !
did. It wouldn't make any differ
ence. Get the he'll out OF herel"
She stood up and gasped. Her face
was CHASTITY white. Then 1t turned
a slow red.
He stepped closer to her. and she
drew back, thinking he was going to
strike her.
1T may interest you to know" he
measured coldly, L have asked
Elanda to marry me. And II she
will have me I'll marry her tomor-
row."
Carmel never knew how she found
her way out Of the apartment and
to a telephone. But her voice was