Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-01

She thought of him almost cun
SANITY during the next few hours
There was a great deal 10 do after
her absence, and she had meant I'd
stay indoors going over her ward
robe and the great stacks az letter.
that had accumulated in her mantf1
Of absence. She disiiked both tasks
for the wardrobe meant gowns that
had lost their freshness and the
letters we're nearly All unpleasant
bills. II was a relief TO think q
Brian instead-he was so young. so
naive with his open admiration for
herl
And he made her feel youngf
More than once she had found her.
selfthinkIng Of herself astired. worms
out-and she was only twenty-four.
Brian with his candid eyes, his
spontaneous smile, his uncommon
and real chivalry, gave her back the
years that had sunk. with their
hurts. into obscurity.
He came so eagerly 70 their ap-
pointment that he must have been
counting the minutes that kept 10
away. But he found her changed:
paler than she had been In the
flush and glamor os the restaurant
and an air Of WEAKNESS about hefA
She was dressed exquisitely Ik
"a close black velvet thing that made
all the other women seem 20 have
something vaguely wrong about
them. The moment they faced one
another across the little table,
Linda spoke OF the tiny loan he had
made her.
4 wanted 10 return IL myself"
she said softly, "and that Is why
1 did not send II 70 you at once"
He took the bills and folded them
away in a shabby little billfold that
she noticed was rather fiat. From
the first she had gained the impress
sion that ne was not very well or.
He did not weigh the import OF
her words; he was much too en-
chanted by her eyes. They sat there
playing with their tea. and Linda
Roth discovered that she was hap
pier than she had been for a long
time.
She told herself that this was
not III a way a sort or holiday. sac
could not afford Il play with poor
young men. however charming.
But o she could breathe freely.
She knew that Converse wouA
keep his word and that In n day CT
two she would have a check %
tide her over. She deliberately
shut her eyes 20 the miracle of
how this was 10 be accomplished
the fantasy OF the stock certificates
had grown into a permanent insf1.
tuition that would always be derend-
ed upon She felt amlable and
light hearted I'm spite OF her pallnr
and the delicate languor that was 4
part IF her. Brian's eyes made
her feel very young.
What shah we dot" he asked.
when the pretense OF tea was over.
There aren't any windows 70 peep
into In New York"
What nonsenseI- she crtsd
gaily. There are miEhonsl But
most Of them are so hideously exT
pensive that we mustn't"
Not all OF them he reminded
her, losing his smile. Did you ever
ride on the elevatedT"
She shuddered. Don't. pleasaz
Those dreadful windows I do not
like To think Of them. No, our Little
game belongs to the place where we
found ii. We shouldn't see the
same things here"
IT wish you didn't hate poverty
So" he said gravely.
Who doesn't." she said, rfMrg.
She could not believe that he was
ia earnest.
The day was warm for Fehru-
airy; there was a smotheriEg, down
pressure haze in the air-a warn
ing Of change. They walked sbnnp-
ly along the avenue where pAranty
OF other women as well dressed ag
Linda, but not looking IL, we're
also walking in spite Of the damp
pavement. They were eli looking
eagerly into shop windows that had
bloomed and lowered into spring
These windows were marvellous.
Furs and laces; flashing jewels and
silk p~etticoats: wonderful hats and
delicate lace fans lounged grace
fully against their velvet back.
grounds. An ~insolent French DOH
in "A wisp OF Chantilly wore o
priceless sable around her neck.
Linda paused before one window
where a single small hat percbed
ncnchanantly on a purple pedestal.
How lovely" she exclaimed.
But Brian was looking nc the
yellow haze that touched the bare
trees in the dim park with the
wreathed veil OF mystery
I'm not rich, you know" Brian
said tboughtfully. land I wish ycu
didn't hate poverty 50 that yen
could help me cone TO N decsknn+r