Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1938-04-07

ly. Sally's young mouth curled Gym
ically as she tucked away the money
and edged nearer the steps to COL
Tide accidentally with the next
emergers.
These, however, were jolly group
OF five men, tall, silk-hatted, with
warm, expensive great-coats and
white muff1ers against the chill. One
was taller than the rest, bigger,
straighter, with swing of the Shout
ders that stabbed Sally's heart with
a memory like a red-hot blade.
"Mon Cher Comte," one man was
saying to him; positively, old chap,
you must come along with me, to-
night. Hang it, tomorrow's Christ
mas and Eleanor would"
"Ah, mon cher Murray Hill, un-
fortunately" and then Sally fell
forward into the tall, young mans
arms. 1t was over quickly; they
stared at each other for second,
the ragged beggar and the silk-hat-
ted foreigner, tragic black eyes look
ing into laughing blue eyes, and
both grew pale.
The man recovered first and set
the girl, with her bundle, on her
feet with an old world gesture of
courtesy. "Tiens, it is a cold night
for-for you and your baby,
Madame. Permit us to be of assist
ance; what say, gentlemen?" He
turned to the others drawing hun
dred dollar bill from his wallet.
"Sha1 we say for the-the bambi-
no?" The others could not but fol-
low suit. Five hundred-dollar bills
were thrust into Sally's icy hand
and the party, excepting the young
er man, got into a large car and
were driven away. Not glancing at
Sally he started briskly walking
down the avenue. Almost mechan-
ically, not believing her senses, in
a mingled pandemonium of joy and
despair, sheltering the wailing child
from the wind and snow that
whooped down the deserted street,
Sally followed as though hypnotized.
Several blocks on the young for
eigner turned into a dim lit cross
street and Sally, a few moments
later, followed
"Eddyl"
"Sally!"
He gathered her up into his
arms. sally! They told me over
there that you'd gone West-in Fris-
co! Sally!"
mo, Eddy-it is you, isn't it?-
almost died-because thought
you were dead, boy" she whis-
pered against his great coat. eddy,
are you rich, or is this just "a"
Eddy smiled and then took off his
coat and drew it gently about Sally's
shoulders, as she shook her head.
"'Just game, Sally. No more
small time stuff for me. In France
learned to handle froggie neat
enough to pull this bull"
eddy, there's woman"
sally, there is-you! I'm a count
from cher Paree but the seasons
closed for rich young wives as far
as I'm concerned. No, I'm hope
lessly continental and these dear
club Johnnies, y'know, are teaching
me to play Yankee poker. l don't
think the bulls are wise yeti"
Eddy" Sally began hesitating-
ly: "once we planned to go straight,
get a regular job and everything.
With me sticking to you again,
couldn't you?-wouldn' your"
sally, when I lost you I didn't
give a damn; now l do. You're
on, kid; amt never denied you
anything in the Frisco days. If you
insist, Sally, We'll have a crack at
this going straight gag. Next
train for the Golden Gate, huh?
Wait minute; the baby?"
The bambino, as though knowing
he was the subject of conversation,
woke and blinked in the shaft of
light from the street lamp. His
perfectly round blue eyes twinkled
at Eddy as though at a mutual
joke. He reached out an uncertain
hand and laid hold of Eddy's finger.
Eddy looked at Sally and they
both looked at the baby.
sally you almost said it first; he
goes too! don't know where you
hired him: don't care. Tomor-
rows Christmas and he gets a
present too-a free ride to old Fris-
co-er, with his new nav and paw!
Sally, I'm feeling honest Already"