Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-08-19
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Don't you think you should keep
him on a leash?"
"Oh. but he isn't minel" .
mot yours? You mean he isn't
your dog?"
The girl shook her head. Il wish
he were" she admitted. Il think
he's adorable. II was brave Of you
TO 60 out there and save him. In
another minute / know he'd have
been killed. I thought for a moment
enc OF those cars IA going TO hit
you'll"
The youth shrugged. Nothing to
that" he said. Say. I kind OF like
the little beggar myself. Cute way
he's got Of ~wrinkling up his nosel"
The pup chose that instant to re-
peat his miniature yelp. "Mrr-phl
Mrr-ph!" A warm tongue like a
bit of moist pink flannel licked the
girls finger.
He's probably trying TO say that
he's hungry" the girl decided. Il
wonder-what do you suppose we
should do with him?"
At the sound OF that Eve" he
young mans face frightened. He
eyes had been on the girl almost
constantly. 1t was an eager, OPEN
ly admiring glance.
That's for you to decide. You
saved his life"
We'll. then I relinquish my claim.
Anyhow the hounds adopted you.
Never saw a more contented pIch
in my life"
"Oh. but you're the one who did
that"
The stream OF pedestrians passed
about them. These two who had
never before seen one another were
talking like old acquaintance.
The girl raised her head and the
young nan set to marveling that
eyes SO dark hued could be blue.
Blue they certainly were. Never
until the moment, he decided, had
he seen eyes that were really blue.
The exquisite small nose, the slight.
" full lips. carmined 70 the cur
rent vogue, were after thoughts in
the inventory. Yes, by George, the
girl was a beauty
She seemed oblivious OF the face.
There was not the slightest trace
of self-consciousness about her.
Oblivious. too, she felt as 70 wheth-
er the youth before her were tall
or short, croSS-eyed or wizen-faced.
He Strengthened. frowning Slight
ly. Couldn't she just for one mo-
ment look at him as though she
really saw him? 1t was a jolt TO
his complaisance. Not for the world
would he have admitted conscious
ness that his well-cut profile re-
Sembled a certain motion picture
star, that the straight line of IS
dark brow was a daily qualification.
or that his rangy height and broad
shoulders set off perfectly the ex-
cellent tailoring OF his dark suit.
None Of these things would he have
admitted and yet they were all true.
Easily he said. Look here, It
me get a cab. Wen get away from
this crowd and then We can decide
what to do with the pup"
The smile died in the girls eyes.
She shook her head. NO, thank
you. In-Iu manage some way"
"Oh, but that's not fair! I feel in
duty bound to keep tab on that
mongrel's future welfare"
She relented family. I'm afraid
you'll have to trust me about that.
Anyhow I thic!- the first thing TO
do Is 10 try TO find his owner.
Tomorrow Ill advertise"
Advertise? For that"
He pointed con5emptuously to-
ward the pup. There was disbelief
laughter in his voice.
The girls chin raised. Eyes" she
said. land until / find his owner
he'll have a good home. Wen get
along all right" She sought his
eyes for an instant, hesitated and
then added, Good night" as she
turned and started northward.
She had not gone half a dozen
steps WIN the youth was beside
her. He touched her arm.
Listen" he urged, there are a
lot Of things / want to talk to you
about. Didn't ! meet you one even
ing at-at the Marigold? No that's
not il. I mean the Palais
Royal? I'm sure / did. I've been
wanting to see you again. Don't
hurry away like this
She had stopped and was watch
ing him as he floundered for the
words. Into the wide blue eyes that
had seemed so guileless a moment
before there flashed a look Of swift
hostility, followed instantly by a
show Of cool indifference. The
transformation was startling. Ii
was something that never should
have been seen on the face Of one
so young.
But the youth took no notice.
IF you won't let me take you TO
dinner" he went on. how about
tomorrow? Where can I telephone
you?" He had pulled out a memo
randuE1 book and pencil from his
vest pocket. Say" he grinned boy
ishly, Il don't remember how to
spell your name. Mines Travers-
in case you've forgotten. Mark
Travers."
mo. Mr.. Travers." the words
snapped sharply, Not tomorrow
or any night. Better 20 back to
the M~arigold and find the girl you
met there. II wasn't J."
Traffic had halted at the inter-
section and a taXicab, wildly COL
ored, pulled up near the curb. The
girl had turned away, suddenly
thought better Of il and wheeled
toward the street. She signaled the
driver and darted out toward the
cab. Another moment and she was
inside. The street had glowed
green again and with a jerk the
cab moved forward.
Where to, lady?" asked the driv-