The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-09-11
THE Ed0|6T.
The Story of a Phonograph.

CuleI dispenser Oh plllS duu postage
stamps in the biggest drug store of q
country town had given him an ex
aggerated idea of his own Importance
He was not a particularly bad looking
young man, but was very conceited In
his manner. His broad, high forehead
was surmounted by his carrot colored
hair brushed a la pompadour; his eyes
q light blue, were lacking in strength
and expression, and his dress was just
trife too fiashy for the station In life
he had been called upon to fill. TIC
crown all, he owned horse and bug
gy-that charmed possession which in
rural communities SO enhances ones
prestige with the eligible young ladies'
Cecil, who was not a bad fellow al
heart, had kept the girls of Rossville
and their anxious mothers guessing
for long time, and the news that he
had been offered partnership in his
employers store did not lessen femi-
nine interest in him. He used to ride
around the circle of Rossville feminin-
ity and select whom he would to &c
buggy riding" with him on Sunday
afternoon. There was one young lady
in the town who resisted Dovely's
wiles, or, rather those of his horse
and buggy, and the prospect Of part
nership In a partnership, and she 1t
was whom Cecil, with no other motive
at first than perversity, determined to
win.
One day he decided on grand attack
upon the fortress of Mary's heart. He
wrote for permission to call on GER
tain evening, and received it. Thus en-
couraged, he awaited the event which
would mark him victor or yanquished.
He scarcely hoped for the former; he
dreaded the latter. He sought to en-
bellish his language with quotations
from the poets and studied the most
effective manner in which to exploit
his many captivating qualities.
1t is, therefore, needless to say that
when he called on her he talked prin-
cipally about himself. He was, how
ever, quite puzzled at the sudden and
energetic interest that Mary seemed
to manifest in all that he said; but,
encouraged by it, he scared into giddy
heights of eloquent self exploitation.
He wound up the whole monologue
with a passionate avowal of his love
for Mary and an almost fearful en-
treaty for her heart and hand in return.
Mary was genuinely interested in Cectl,
and, in consequence, he was the very
last person in the world she would
have suspect it. So she tried to sim
ulate Indifference by affecting sort Of
platonic feeling for him. Such re-
gard, however, did not come up to
Dovely's requirements, and when he
objected to being side tracked from the
main line of love to the siding of sis
terly affection and demanded direct
response to his appeal Mary showed an
inclination to temporize. In brief, she
asked him to call upon her week
later, and if, after mature consider
alton, he were of the same mind, she
might think the matter over seriously.
Dovely protested that his present
frame of mind was not the result Of
sudden impulse, but the full blown
flower which she had planted in his
bosom with the first glance of her eyes
long ago. He vowed that the end of
time would find his love unaltered and
unalterable-a of which he had read
in "How to Propose. or Every Man His
Own Loyemaker" Mary, however,
remained firm, and Dovely went back
to his pills and plasters. 1t would be
vain to describe the battles fought be-
tween hope and fear, exultation and
despair, in the young drug clerks brain
during that week. He was sustained
somewhat by his inordinate vanity,
but beneath all lay the suspicion, ever
so faint, perhaps, that Mary had been
laughing at him. When poor Dovely
pulled the bell handle of the Barclay
house on the appointed night, he was
SO full of nervous uncertainty that his
knees trembled and his heart seemed
to smite his ribs in the very terror of
doubt
The door was opened by Mary, who
received him with such a pleased look
and cordial pressure of her soft, warm
hand that his conceit. coward that 1t
was, as soon as 1t believed all danger
to be passed. mounted again to the
most conspicuous heights and crowed
more Justify than before. The magic
of her glance transformed him from
the suppliant to the prince, and he
strutted across the hall to the drawing
room and seated himself in the best
chair. prepared to receive homage from
the girl.
Mary expressed great joy at his kind
ness in calling and archly confessed
that she had suffered not little fear
that something might detain him.
These delicate compliments caused
Cecil considerable chest expansion, and
when Mary humbly begged to be ex-
cused for few minutes while she at
tended her mother. who was III, he
granted her the brief respite with al
most royal graciousness. When she
had gone Cecil picked up a magazine
and was complacently perusing its
prosy and academic pages when he
was startled by the sound of voices in
the same room with himself. He
looked about quickly and, seeing no
one, experienced q sensation of fear.
AS the sounds proceeded Dovely sat in
mute amazement. For moment be
suspected that he was going mad He
was superstitious, but ghosts accord
ing to his way of thinking, always
manifested themselves to the eyes
rather than the ears and with shrouds
rather than dialogues. There was
something uncanny in the sounds, too,
as if issuing from a metal casket
Dovely would have attempted an in
vestigation, but very fear held him
rooted to the chair. He could not
escape, and he began to feel that he
had been selected by some restless
spirits as the custodian Of their conf
dences. The sound of the voices at
first seemed like an echo of something
he had heard before, and this circum-
stance deepened his perplexity. The
conversation seemed to be between
a man and woman. The mans tones
were impeIious, those of the woman
half fattering half conciliatory.
"You know men are such decelvers, =
the voice was saying. you play with
a womans heart as child does with
a toy. Then you look for another that
is newer to you, though perhaps not to
some others. and another fellow, who
perhaps has thrown aside and bruised
the heart that you pick up, comes along
and picks up the very heart that you
have thrown aside"
A soft laugh of tolerant condescen-
sion followed this speech.
ooh, that's the old story with WON
en-" replied the man, you are all