The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-01-03
Copyright 1904. by liz. Wright H.n.oa

gether as children and meet again at
Santa Cruz as grownups? Don't you
think that DIR. Hunt
who filches my good nameT
When tall young man came around
the porch corner he saw only Mrs.
Knox. Her cousin had disappeared
As Eugene entered her room her
cousins clear tones fioated through the
open window.
"She is having one Of her spells
again because she isn't Helen of
Troy, and it reminds me of our school
days. Do you remember when she cut
on her hair in a rage because it was
brown and straight instead Of yellow
and curly like mine%
"Now, call that mean of julia" Eu-
genie thought, her face growing Grim
son as she heard them laugh. II she
had not shut the window just then she
might have heard the doctors answer.
"No one but Eugene thinks her face
isn't good to look at"
By and by Julia assembled the stairs
and tapped at her cousins door.
DR. Hunt has his auto here and
wishes US to ride with him. Get your
hat and come on"
Thanks l have another engage
ment."
"All right" answered the widow
sweetly. IN try to make up for your
absence"
II don't doubt it." observed Eugene.
Mrs. Knox went down five steps and
paused. She wrinkled her white brow
unbecomingly, sighed and went back.
Honey" she called softly, her pretty
lips at the keyhole, did no one ever
tell you that along with the Barnett
nose you inherited the Barnett trick of
making folks like your"
Eugenie's grim features relaxed.
Good little julia" she sighed as the
red auto pulled away.
Her mind trailed back into the past.
She was little, dark faced girl again,
playing with Frankie Hunt, her sworn
champion until her cousin, Julia Epps,
came to school, Personifed daintiness
was Julia Epps, from the blue bow on
her yellow curls to the black bows on
her tiny slippers.
One miserable. lonely noon hour Eu-
genie peered around the beech tree
where she and he had always played to-
gether and saw something the memory
of which even after a dozen years
made a green flame leap into the wo-
man Eugenie's eyes. Frankie Hunt
was putting on Julia Epps' finger the
ring which he had been digging out Of
nett
Another day she and Julia sat on Ju-
las mothers porch eating cookies.
With her free hand Julia smoothed her
rufiied white apron cOmplacently.
He says he loves me the best Of
anybody" she announced coquettishly.
Tomorrow Is the last day of
school," answered her cousin, "and my
mamma says l may wear my lovely
new dress. Then you'll see whom he
likes best"
The fair Julia tossed her golden
curls and answered grandly, 81 think
dresses won't make any difference in
his love-"
You'll See" Eugene replied darkly.
That night Eugene braided her some
what curtailed tresses into numerous
tight little braids. Next day, arrayed
in the new dress-how we'll she re-
membered the gay plaids-with fiutter-
ing ribbons, kinky locks and the mien
OF conqueror, she entered the school,
room after the other children were
seated.
With cleverly assumed carelessness
she glanced in Julia's direction That
young lady was wearing the same
dress she had worn several times be-
fore, and, glory, that same old white
apron! Eugene wore no apron. She
had been forced to start with one, but
it was lying ingloriously under a stone
In a fence corner Retribution lay
within its crumpled folds, but retribu-
ton could wait
Just before recess she looked at
Frankie Hunt His eyes had been tx
ed upon her all the morning, and now
he smiled entreatingly Eugene mod
estly lowered her eyes. At recess she
stayed In her seat. being very busy
with her geography. Frankie Hunt
was tying a refractory shoe string
When the teacher was out Of sight he
jumped over four intervening desks to
Eugenie's seat
You look awful nice, Genie. viii
you be my girl?" he said.
And Eugene answered solemnly, IF
you'll cross your heart and hope to die
you'll always love me better'n Julia
Epps."
The woman Eugene laughed and
came back to the present
History sometimes repeats itself.
she remarked. Il don't see now why
Julia Knox
A half mile from Mrs Knox's cot
tage the red auto. putting back, came
upon surprising sight. A young wo-
man, looking at once defiant and apollo
getic, her white dress mud spattered
blown about by saucy sea breeze,
stood by the roadside holding in her
arms dilapidated yellow mongrel,
one leg swathed stiff in plaid silk band
ages.
Eugene, where in the world are
you going with that dirty dog?" shrilI-
ed the widow.
Home" answered Eugene laconical-
iy. turning toward short cut across
the hill
whats this?" and DR.. Hunt stepped
out OF the auto. Broken leg, Ell? Well,
old fellow, you are in luck to get a
capable surgeon in your hour Of calam-
ity. SILK bandages, too l wonder II
the splints are gold or ivory"
Il had forgotten my handkerchief, SO
/ had TO use my neck ribbon" she ex-
planned, starting to go.
Get in here. GenieP' He used the
pet name as in the old days. This Is
better than walking.