The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-07-22
HE PUT his ARM AROUND HER,


thunderbolts,' and she danced over tc
me and put her new spring hat on
my head.
"Of course looked (and felt unut
terably silly. She pulled it drunkenly
over one ear and laughed again, which
added to my humiliation.
"She was so pleased and so pretty
that could only leer foolishly at her
through the laces with a queer feeling
inside of me somewhere while she
talked and blushed at him like an
angel, and he smiled and expanded
under it-like a man. Somehow il
hurt me. She made me think of poor
little pink nosed mice l used to catch
back in my unregenerate days, and
he-well-he''-
HE looked fine figure of man. /
don't say but what if he'd worn his
whiskers more in my style he'd have
"Yes, in your style-that's 1.-THE
looked like you. She reminded me of
a poor little white mouse and he of a
great horrid cat. That's it.
well, then, after they'd talked
awhile, he said, That sounded like a
good thing as you told it to me, little
girl; suppose you write it now I'll
smoke. if l may in these sacred pre-
cincts, and look over the magazines
here. Get it on paper, honey. while
the Inspirations with you
''She came and sat down in front of
me at the desk, and her hands fairly
flew. and that treacherous black cat
all cats are treacherous-wen and
rubbed against his legs and purred,
while the fire talked to itself and
laughed, and l tried not to look as
foolish as that hat made me feel.
Finally, after long. long time, she
said, with tremulous little catch in
her voice that tried to pass itself off
for laugh:
"Tt's done, such as it is. Come and
tell me what mess I've made of it
"And he threw his cigar in the CRATE
and came and leaned over her and
rested his hand on her chair
He put his arm around her. like the
dashing blade he is. BY the bootjack
as could have advised him. He pre-
tended that he had to have his arm
across there to steady himself, and
then he bent away down and put his
cheek against hers, so that they could
read together. When they came to the
tender passages in the story she had
written and her eyes were full of tears
and her breath coming short. he stole
kiss or two-oh, he did, | had my
eye on him, and one of mines worth
both your glass plaques. He pretend
ed that he was so carried away with
her stery that he had to congratulate
her. and then when he came to the end
he Strengthened up, closed that chap
ter and just talked story and nothing
else.
Il understood him; couldn't expect
an elderly female like yourself to see
his game. We know-we attractive
men and cats of the world-that we
mustn't commit ourselves.
Gracious, how time flies when I'm
with you, you witchr he finally said.
1 must be going now. You'll have that
typed tomorrow, and get it right in,
won't you? think I can assure you
as to its fate'"
"Well-yes-it was good deal as the
cat says. That animal has a horrid,
pessimistic, slangy way of talking. but
really things went somewhat as he has
told you. And the man never came
back after that evening.
II wore the eye shade a good deal in
the next few days. She tore up more
than she wrote, and thought she was
feeling uncertain.
Il quarreled with the black cat. He
says there's nothing in me anyhow, but
that is a mistake. There is consider
able amount of hay. as well as some
cotton wool Gn my head and a sprin-
king of arsenic.
II don't knoY what can. be the mat