Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-08-19

me take care Of that" One hand
dug into a trousers pocket and
came forth with a collection OF
coins. He had settled the fare and
turned before he noticed the small
dog.
The girl caught his glance. isn't
he cute?" she said eagerly. "Oh.
Bob, the poor little fellow Jas near
IN killed. Right out IN the middle
OF Broad street he was. A truck
almost ran over him. Frightened
to death. too! But he's over that
now. Sec? Look al That little tail
waggle, will you?'
They both laughed.
80 that's what kept yOu?" Bob
Farrell exclaimed. Well. 1 think
the pup got a lucky break. What
are you going 10 do With him?'
Keep him-until ! can find a
better home for him"
BE a sort Of q nuisance, won't
hep"
L can manage. And besides. ]
couldn't leave him there 10 be
Killed."
mo. I suppose not. Well-the sit
uation calls for action
The action Bob Farrell had In
mind went into effect forthwith.
There was a quick visit TO the cor
ner five and ten store where Far
rel purchased the smallest dog col
lar on the counter and then q cash.
II was necessary TO punch an ad-
ditiOnal hole into the collar before
IL could be fastened around the
puppy's neck. once secure, they
returned TO the restaurant before
which the taXicab had halted.
Five minutes later the girl and
young man faced each other across
a candlelighted table. The puppy
had curled into o comfortable bal
at their feet.
Have a hard day, Norman"
"NO-OOi1 Norma Kent cOnsid-
cred the question. raised her voice
family as she answered. 1T wasn't
especially hard but I'm glad it's
over. I'm always glad when a days
done. what have you been dOing?'
Farrell grinned. "Oh, rubbed the
dust off some filthy old volumes
in Kemper and KemperS law IL
brary. I've been looking up refer
ences for a suit over some property.
Spent most Of yesterday at the
same job. Better order hadn't
we?r
The waitress handed them a card
and departed. Farrell studied the
menu. There was nothing whatever
about this young man to suggest
THE youth who had aided Norma
in the dogs rescue. Bob Farrell
was not 50 tall as the other. square
Nv built vet not with excess pound
age His tweed business clothes
made no pretense at elegant tailor
Ing. The suit was as casual, prob
ably as inexpensive as Norma
Kent'S.
There was a friendliness about
the young man that TO q degree re-
deemed unsymmetrical features. His
eyes were gray. his hair brown
rather ught-tossed back frCm his
forehead with a lOOA OF perpetual
disarray. The line Of his chin was
~forceful. even stubborn perhaps
When he smiled the generously cut
lips took a slightly crooked twist.
No Apollo, Bob Farrell would be
rated by any unprecedented group 70
be likeable, good-natured, depend
able.
Well. what's it TO be?" he
asked after reading the suggestions
on the menu.
The restaurant was a modest
place. neither large nor given 10
impressive decoration. Most Of the
tables were filled. II was an eating
place offering a table dthote dinner
Of well-cooked food and half coz
en- special dishes nightly. Its clients
reappeared with regularity.
Tonight Norma chose the table
d'hote dinner and Farrell seconded
her selection. AS the waitress
turned away after writing the order
Norma said:
How long has IL been since we
found this place, Bob? I ike II
more every time we come
why. don't you remember? II
was that Saturday last June when
it rained and we spent almost the
whole afternoon in the second hand
book stores UP the street. We came
in here TO get out Of the storm"
"Of course. How could I have
forgottenl" She smiled at him. The
blue eyes were wide and innocent
again. In the flattering candlellghl
Norma Kent nrnspntpd an attrac-