Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-10-25
CHAPTER 3


! SARA SUE DAVIS, the girl, and
Sara Sue Davis, Inc, were indi-
vidually and jointly as nervous as
possible. She peelzed every few Sec
onds through her front curtains to
see the group of Rice boys and CO.
eds staring at her sign and cot
,tage. reading the student neWspa-
per, laughing and specializing as to
her advertised Counsel in Ro-
nance"
She wanted to go hide in the
attic and bite her finger nails, she
told herself. But she was mature
widow of %, and business woman.
True, some of those collegians
were as old as she, especially the
seniors, but she had to act older
and "go out after business" These
were recession times, her banker
had told her; she must not sit down
and idly wait for customers, she
must be aggressive.
Sara Sue Davis, personally and
incorporated, therefore fiuffee up
her curls-Sara Sues curls really
were almost red-and hastily added
touch more of rouge. She smiled
at herself in the entrance hall mir
ror, a practice corporate smile,
then instantly changed into what
she fancied was severe business-like
manner. She cleared her throat,
opened her front door and stepped
determinedly out.
Good afternoon!" she greeted
the crowd of students.
A. chorus of hellos and how-are-
you's answered.
Are you-can't you-won't you
come in?, Mother's-mother's in
side. And" 1t was very lame in
vitation. The prim speech she had
imagined, now refused to jell.
A big tall collegian was first to
answer. A handsome youth, with
black hair, and contagious smile.
His leadership seemed to be uncon-
scious, habitual. He stared hard at
Sara Sue as he spoke.
Thanks. Thanks, we'd like to-"
said Bob Towne. 1--WE were just
reading the sign. And the Thresher
ad. We'd like to meet her, I'm
eure."
That's all that was needed. The
sign itself said "Come in". And the
pretty girl had said it. Curiosity
already was at high pitch. The
group swarmed into the cottage
quietly, speaking in interested UNI
dertones.
{. "How do you do-all Of you?"
Mother Davis manner was almost
benign. Past middle age. this mel
lowed soul could show calm and
genuine friendliress.
Again came a chorus Of polite
answers.
Sara Sue had followed them in,
of course, and felt now that she
simply must take charge, despite
her stage fright. She swallowed
hard, blushed and pitched in.
II want to welcome you again"
she began. wont you find seats ?
Anywhere. I have put in a great
many chairs, and a lot Of extra
cushions. Just sit on the floor if the
chairs run out.
"Now, perhaps I'd better offer
to answer any questions. You read
the Thresher announcement. Does
anyone-anyone want to inquire
further about the plan?"
els it really date bureau?"
"Can we have parties here?"
"Can you find me sweetheart ?"
The questions came in a flood,
some serious, many in humorous
vein. Sara Sue bit her lip, and kept
smiling. Bob Towne was staring at
her still, and she noticed that. She
didn't mind, but his gaze was so
rapt-
Maybe I'd better tell you all
about it." Sara Sue resumed.
mo, I'm not going to run an
escort bureau, or gigolo service,
or anything like that. But / have
planned"
Pardon me-" Bob Towne broke
in, "but you say II. VIII you be
one of the assistants or some
thing?" .
mo. I'm-1'm the corporation. /
am Sara Sue Davis OH, am so
sorry I overlooked introductions!
Please forgive me. Will-will each