The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-05-13
Copyright, 1905, by the


droop of certain brown head and the
curve of white neck instead of his
cards. And what the evening under
electric lights commenced the witch
cry of the walk homeward in the
moonlight with Frank and her young
er brother George completed.
The weeks that followed found him
specializing and drawing conclusions
on everything that happened about the
house. He remembered that all the
time he had been there the only serv-
ant ever seen was the gawky young
girl who waited on the table. Frank
came to her meals daintily dressed,
languid and unrutf1ed, but very late,
and LIE Froy began to suspect that she
was not so helpless as she looked. Try
as he would. he never could discover
any traces Of what she did. Stout,
sweet, motherly Mrs. vinton must be
wonderful housekeeper, and so might
Frank be with house of her own.
But in this comfortable house there
was one Bluebeards chamber, the
kitchen. The entrance to the dining
room was protected by double screen.
From that chamber of mysteries there
meats juicy and hot, pastry fluffy and
delicate, as boarder never before put to
mouth. The Vintons' cook was no doubt
a treasure.
How was all this and everything
about the house done with so little
friction? Even the boots which he,
true Briton. stuck outside his door
well, but the boots who did them
was as noiseless as the dead. One
morning when LIE Froy opened his door
and the boots were not there he sud-
denly resolved to do a little detective
work. Boots" might give a clew to |
the rest of the mystery. He sat by the |
door. A short wait was rewarded by
the softest of steps on the stairs He
drew the door to gently until the
stealthy footsteps reached it. then sud |
denly flung it wide open and faced
Frank. holding his great boots at arms
length. Her hand dropped. and tears
of humiliation fell on the bright polish |
ed surface of the boots. He looked at |
those glittering drops and then drew
her inside.
II can't talk to you in the hail." he
apologized. and for once in his life he
became eloquent. you've polished my |
boots with your tears. I'll put them |
under glass and worship them because
you've touched them unless you'll let
me kiss the tips of yours for the rest of
my days. I'll wait on you and take |
care of you and keep you from harm.
You'll be the wit and I'll be the muscle
of the family if you'll only say the
wOrd'
And that was how it came to pass
that Frank and LIE Froy two months
later were sitting in luxurious state
room Of vessel about to port in Liver
pool. Frank. a dainty color rising in
the pale cheeks. mischievous light in
her eyes. was questioning her husband
"You have never told your mother
and sisters you married the daughter
of your boarding house keeper?'
"Never remotely limited at it, dar-
ling"
'Said mother belonged to one of the
most aristocratic Philadelphia fami-
lies! It's true"
Eyes, my star. enlarged on that"
II found out long ago that most peo-
pie respected men who worked. but
rather looked down. especially women
who didn't work. on women who did
| know American women. and I've
heard English women are worse. and
If you don't follow my directions I'll
torment you to death. Swear on this
book"
ITS the Bibler'
Eyes. Now, swearw
This is becoming serious Did l
ever break a promise? What am to
swear. light of my eyes?" said the big.
fond fellow
THAT you'll never remotely hint that
father made soups, and mother cooked
the meats. and made the pastry and
did the chamber work. and George
washed the dishes and scrubbed. and
this was the way your wife's family
were enabled to hold their heads up in
the world. Do you suppose that if
waited on the table the way that girl
did down the street you'd have ever
looked at me twice? If your sisters
knew what you know now. they'd look
down on me | have read that country
bred English women are narrow. and
what ask is easy your part Now.
Clumsy. swear on the book again a
double oath. Repeat it after mel
promise to let my Wife
"My wife"
answer all my mothers and sis.
ters questions. every one
EVERY one
land | will never look surprised al
what she says, or wink. or lift an eye
brow"
IAN eyebrow" he iterated delighted.
ly. then rubbed hers the wrong way
and kissed it
That evening saw them seated in the
dining room of the fine old mansion on
be lie Froy estate. The cut glass and
old silver shone bravely in the brides
cratic beside the large. fine, red cheek
ed English lasses. They admired her
openly with their eyes. and finally
Maude. the younger. ventured to do it
orally. "We thought. having a boys
name. you'd be masculine and self re-
liant. but you are exquisitely feminine
Your hair is lovely. How do you ar
range it so beautifullyY'
Astonishment and gentle rebuke
shone in Franks syes. 81 never do my
hair Such a time as | had on the
steamer My maid was subject to NAL
de mer, it seems, and basely deserted
me at the last moment. and | would
not take a girl | knew nothing about
Then | thought | might take an Eng
fish girl back with me. Coming over
one of the stewardesses did my hair,
but once or twice she failed to arrive.
and Clumsy tried his hand, such a big.
awkward one"
Clumsy did not wink. He did not
move an eyebrow. but he coughed very
loudly.
81 can't go another day without a
maid" continued his wife, taking no
notice.
Eyes. dear" said the new sister-in-
law. but meanwhile let me help you.
Jane and I"-the two exchanged CLAN
ces and blushed-"when we want our
hair especially well done, do It for each
Other"