Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-02-07

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had bred in Patricia Blair an ever
present urge to 60 fast. Since this
urge held true at virtually all times.
irrespective Of requirements, it may
be safe to Lelieve that on this oc-
caSion, when urgent desire to get
there quickly was far IN the as
cendancy. that speed was a COM
modify the big limousine must
eventually be called upon to show.
Aunt Lottie's mice old safe and
sane" Bill Perkins had the wheel at
the starting post, and Pat endured
the agony OF his cautious driving
until they had crossed the bridge
and were well out Of the drag OF
congested traffic. Then Perkins was
coaxed into exchanging seats with
the former war ambulance driver.
Immediately Margrey's big limou-
sine began to travel at a pace be-
yond the speed limit. Why they
were not stopped by some motor
cycle cop was owing, doubtless, TO
the failure Of any cops machine
TO catch them. From Harlem to the
Square in Mt. Vernon, Bill Perkins
expelled his breath six times-or SO
he declared later. During the rest
Of the time, he said, he was hold
ing 1t. with his heart, in his throat.
There was not a highway nor a
thoroughfare OF any description
leading away In any direction from
Manhattan Or Long Island with
which Pat was not entirely fami-
liar. Hence there vas no occasion
for her TO slow up at any point 70
obtain route instructions until the
cliffs Of YonkerS were behind them.
From then on Margery and Lucy
Pine acted as advisory pilots.
There's the-the house. Patl"
gulped Margery, leaning over from
shoulder in a grasp that shook.
right hand clutching the drivers
The white brick and stone with
the low veranda and the two pillars
the big place next the cornerl
Oh, Lordy! I'm all a-tremble! Just
to think"
"Ill run IN first 50 as to let father
knowI" cut in Lucy. whose eager
interest IN this vital drama IN real
life had been famed to fever heat
by Margery's graphic recountal dur
ing the swift ride. you two follow
right into the reception room.
MARCEL" she rushed on excitedly.
"and I'll bring him-bring Jimmy
to youl"
A moment later Pat brought the
big car to a jolting stop at the curb.
directly in front Of the building
As she reached for the door clutch
on her left, the tonneau door was
flung open and Lucy leaped. She
struck the grass sward a-running.
and was up IN the veranda. ring
ing the door bell, as Margery and
Pat. checking their own impulses
to hurry. stepped from the cars
running board and started toward
the house.
The same man servant who had
met Maxwell and his companion the
day before now opened the door TO
Lucy Pine. his eyes looking their
surprised wonder at her excited ap-
pearance.
"Take my friends into the big
room, David" she instructed him
~hurriedly. and indicating with a
Jerk of the head the approaching
girls she rushed on through the hall.
A moment later he was ushering
Pat and Margery into the reception
room, where Maxwell, some twenty
two or three hours before, with
Jimmy sitting quietly in a chair
nearby. had regaled the good doc
tor with the pitiful tale of his
poor boys sad plight. As on the
previous day, fne servant. after
placing chair for the visitors. took
his immediate departure.
Neither girl availed herself OF
the seat provided. The heart Of
each was humping too fast and
the iSsuer near at hand was too
vitality important 70 consider COM
monplace things. IL was a moment
that might, in al truth, be de-
scribed as tense, a moment that
fairly throbbed with drama. The
twin sister waiting to meet the
brother whose mind, she knew, was
a blank, and one to whom she would
be just the same as everyone else.
no more, no less; the brother whose
fortune she had surrendered 70 a
scoundrel on a lying promise. For
the other girl, the situation. while
Of lesser import, perhaps. on the
surface. had its quota OF drama and
its tense interest.
1t might have been five minutes
that the two girls stood there.
neither Of them speaking. just
stood waiting IN the forced calm
OF an anxious expectancy, for the
coming Of one beloved OF both. To
each Of them every passing min
ute seemed an age. At last the door
through which the servant had de-
parted opened and DR.. Pine. his
daughter, Lucy. and the young man
she had described as resembling
Pat, stood for a moment framed in
the opening. Then Lucy, with a
hand laid tentatively on the young