The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-08-12

HE WAS ACTUALLY DANCING TO THAT
FRIGHTFUL RAGTIME MUSIC.
tasks. In a mechanical fashion Grace
directed the remainder of the after
Moons work. and finally each pupil,
armed with a slice of warm ginger
bread and murmuring, "Goodby. teach
err" marched from the room
Their teacher walked back to the
window and looked down drearily up
on the narrow street. Again she
seemed to hear the ragtime air which
to her would henceforth sound like a
miserere Again she saw the out
stretched hand of the man who passed
the hat, the flushed face of-the man
to whom her heart and hand were
pledged
What had happened? She had known
Fred Yerkes for years. Their love af-
fair had started during their first term
in the dancing class, but she had not
known this-that he ever-no. she did
not want him to be goody goody fell
low. She had always said that no man
should need to sign the pledge. His
will power should be his only guard
Ian. But this! She recalled his flushed
features. his excited eyes Instinc-
lively she shrank back from the win
dow. Had he seen her as she leaned
over her little charges? She forgot
that the musician and his homogeneous
corner and disappeared in the babble
of east side tenement life.
The janitor entered the room. He
nolsily arranged the chairs and tables
for the meeting of the boys club In
the evening Grace drew herself up
proudly. donned her wraps and with a
few courteous words to the attendant
swept out of the mission rooms. feel
ing that she never wished to see them
again.
That evening. as the dinner gong
sounded in a certain residence over
looking the park. a young woman with
a determined expression on her face
and contradictory trembling in her
hands tied up two packages. One was
very small and contained a jewelers.
box. The other held eleven photo
graphs, all of one young man at vari-
Gus ages and in diverse garments, a
bundle of notes and letters and some
faded flowers. She directed them with
care, then resolutely descended to the
dining room.
But her appetite had taken fight.
She toyed with her soup and sent the
fish away untasted. Beef a la mode
she declared to be too heavy for this
season of the year.
Her father looked at her keenly.
"You ought to give up that mission
work, Grace. Can't you find some 9th
er fad? Tenement air does not agree
with YOU
Talking about tenements," broke In
the irrepressible Tom, 1--WE had good
one today on Fred Yerkes. Another
bit of beef, father"
Grace. turning dizzy and faint
| clutched frantically at her napkin
Was she to hear the story of Fred's
disgrace here, before the entire fam
fly? Wildly she thought of fight; ther
taking a fresh grip on her napkin
which by this time resembled snow
ball, she determined to face the or
deal.
''You see,'' continued Tom. Fred
made some foolish bet the other day
with Cummings. l didn't hear What
1t was all about. but anyway the
loser was to go down in the slums
somewhere with one of those organ
grinders. do a cake walk and pass the
hat"
Grace gasped.
81 should say sol Any fellow ought
to know better than to mix up witt
Cummings. He's always putting up &
game But, having lost, Fred paid hii
bet like a man-went down this after
ROOD With q lot of rs In tow to se'