The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1898-11-01
WHO MAKETH ALL"

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The scholar sat in his study before
his writing table, but he did not write.
He leaned his elbow on the table and
his head on his hand, and he was think
ing of Phyllis far away in Raj Pindi
with her husband. The table was piled
with books-several stood open inviting
ly-and fair white sheet of paper lay
on his blotting pad-but he did not
write.
Presently Jakes opened the door and
said: ''There's a young woman, sir,
asking to see you. Shall say you are
engaged?'
"a young woman, Jakes2' queried
the scholar. 'What sort Of a young
woman, and from whenceP''
"Well, sir, /" and Jakes closed the door
behind him, 81 do think she's from the
circus as is on the village green.
From the circusp' repeated the
scholar "What can she want?''
"She won't give no name nor yet no
message, sir. Shall say that you're
engaged, sir?''
Jakes considered it the "height of
impotence" that a hussy from the cir
Gus should dare ask to see his master
and longed to send her about her bust
ness. Fine doings, indeed, for such as
she to be asking for gentlemen, as bold
as brass
The scholar pondered, then he said
half to himself: phyllis would like
me to see her-she was always kind
Jakes, you can show her i'm
Jakes departed, much displeased, and
presently ushered young woman into
the room and shut the door after her
carefully and in fashion that said as
plainly as possible, well, wash my
hands of this foolhardy proceeding
The young woman advanced into the
middle of the room and then stood
awkwardly and said nothing. She was
tall, slight girl, attired in variety
of garments, startling in hue and hay
ing apparently no connection with one
another. Her hair was brushed about
her forehead and stuck out in series
of large rolls behind. The hair was
crowned by hat of portentous size
adorned by several rather detected look
| ing feathers. But under the furze brush
of hair the face was oval and almost
beautiful in its regularity of feature
and pure color.
The scholar rose and bowed, then
with old fashioned courtesy he set
chair for her and, having seen her seat
ed, murmured something shyly as "to
what he was indebted for the pleasure
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The girl stared at him with wide
blue eyes, then said abruptly: 81 say
You're KNOWN old cove, aren't your
The scholar stared little at this de-
scription of himself and waved his
hands in deprecating way. The girl
went on: GIVE card in the village as
you are always a-studyin old books and
knows all sorts of heathenish lingo.
Now. do you know how to make love
poshin?"
The scholar gazed at her in speechless
astonishment. Then he grasped the edge
of his writing table for support and
stammered, "Do I understand you to
ask me if 1 know anything about love
philters?''
eyes, that's the ticket, said the girl
genially. 81 want love poshin to give
my young man. ELS been and took up
with Mile. Leonore, what does the
trials of strength, and / wants to bring
i'm back to me. You give me the per-
skiption and I'll ask the galipot to
make it up. Twas sure as you'd know"
The scholar felt quite sorry for her
when he realized the disappointment he
was about to infiict, she smiled so pref
tily and looked SO pleased. He shook
his head. Then he said gently: "I'm
afraid am quite unable to help you in
this matter. know nothing of such
things; neither do believe that they
can have the smallest effect.
but / thought you was always
a-studyin ancient days." said the girl
in an argumentative voice, leaning for
ward in her chair. "Do think-in some
of them old books" (waving her hand
in the direction of the book lined walls)
"Ain't there somethink in some of them
old books?"
81 fear not" said the scholar almost
sadly. She was so eager, so much in
earnest. The girl drew herself up in her
chair and said abruptly:
"I'm honest girl, am.''
'That am sure you are, and there
fore you need no love philters. Believe
me, you are quite pretty and good
enough to inspire love, an honest love,
without recourse to magic. " The schol-
ar spoke persuasively. His voice was
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The girl winked her wide blue eyes
and made little swallowing motion
with her throat Then she coughed and
continued.
"My fathers brought MS up strict, e
ave. E doan't 'old with swearin for
women, and if we was light ED lay
the 'orsew'ip about our shoulders, q
would. Els clown in our show, e is. !"
There was silence for a minute in the
big library. Then the scholar said gen.
tly: "Why do you want love philter?
Is the-man you are engaged to fickle?''
"Well, g runs after Mile. Leonore,
and can't stand it, and / rates i'm,
and e laughs at me, and I'm beastly
miserable, am.
The girls voice broke, and great
tears rolled down her cheeks The
scholar was much distressed. He was a
very learned man and instructed in the
best wisdom of many lands, but he had
also studied diligently a book that il
requires no great erudition to under
stand, but only, what is quite as rare,
a humble heart. A certain saying in
that book, 'tBut thou hast mercy
upon all and winkest at the sins Of
men, because they should amend, y
came into his mind, and the trouble OF
this poor circus girl was very real to
him, She wiped her eyes with a gayly
bordered pocket handkerchief and said
"What would Idly dor"
The scholar pondered for moment,
then said diffidently and with extreme
shyness: 81 think that she would not
show that she minded; that she would
try to be always sweet and good tenn
pered and gracious, above all to Mile.
What 's-her-name. Don't let him think
himself so precious, my child. We all
value what is hard to obtain. He's toe
sure of you or he wouldn't tease you.
If you are wise and if he is worth hav'
ing-if he's worthy of you and of youl
good father-you'll find that all this
nonsense will come to an end as talt
that is told.
It was a long speech for the scholar
to make He flushed little as he madt