Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-11-08
Il BY 0REN ARNOLD

1000, as offered through T. J..
Sanders. But he did not question
Bob as to why he felt the chance
now lost.
Mr.. T. J. Sanders was not out
for practice that day. Normally
he hung around the Rice stadium
every afternoon, partly because it
was business to do SO, partly be-
cause he was a football enthusi-
asst first and always. The Rice
anlpionship had delighted him;
he wanted to see the boys win an
other, or go down fighting hard.
But today he had other matters
on his mind.
He had planned to wait a long
time before dropping by casual
ly to take Sara Sue to the Gulf
port kennels, as agreed. He dis
covered that "a hours can be an
extremely long time. He dropped
by the very next afternoon.
Moreover, he was sartorially
prime. Sometimes he dressed a lit
tie slouchily, for informality's sake
and because he liked to handle a
few passes and kicks himself, just
playing around with the grid boys.
Today, though, he was creased and
spotless, snappy and shining. He
rang Sara Sues door bell.
"Just happened to remember
that you asked me to show you
the kennels where Nightmare was
BORN" he said, beaming at her. IT
have a free hour, and if you hap
pened to have"
Nightmare was bounding and
barking his greeting to his old
master. Both stopped to pet him,
stopped so simultaneously, in fact,
that their heads butted.
The laughter and apologies were
gay. They broke the social ice adj
mirably. Sara Sue went to get a
wrap. Nightmare rode on the back
seat, barking occasionally for
sheer joy. Mr.. T. j. Sanders him
self felt like barking.
T. J. talked great deal. His
enthusiasm usually was manifest
through his tongue-which may be
why he was Columbia's ace sales
man-and he had ample inspira-
ton in Sara Sue. Moreover. he
was clever with his conversation.
He knew a lot of things, and he
spiced his talk with plenty of Jokes
and quips and merriment. Sara
Sue had a perfectly delightful
time.
The kennels were outlying, and
after the dutiful visit there, T. j.
cut back across some of the fiat
suburban country and zoOmed out
to Sugarland. There he bought
Sara Sue a frosted limeade, him
self root beer. When he started
back toward Houston's South Main
boulevard. he gave thought to the
future.
There's a new exhibit in the
art museum" he told her then.
"Quite an important one"
He hadn't seen it. In fact, he
didn't know nor care a hang about
art. But for no apparent reason
ne associated this lovely girl with
artistic things. The fact Isl, he was
still little awed by Mrs. Sara Sue
Davis. He didn't want to make
any false moves. So he said moth
ing about an evening at the Sylvan
beach dance barn, nor the north |
side Pinecrest night club. He men,
toned, rather, the art museum.
.sI haven't seen it," said Sara
Sue. Which was just ducky for T. ].
"Say, I'd like to take YOU
there!" he said. and meant it, 81
1 enjoy good pictures" Gle hadn't |
been to museum in years. "One !
of the papers said this was a really !
extraordinary exhibition. Say, sup |
pose I drop by tomorrow night. |!
and we have dinner somewhere and !
then go look at the paintings ?"
"All right" agreed Sara Sue.
They passed a corner on which !