The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-01-17
ESTABLISHED 1879

! girl, she displayed a knowledge Of
books, plays and pictures of the hour
which astonished Twombley. Wonder
fully adaptive creatures are the Ameri-
can girls, he decided That must be
the reason why it was SO hard to tell
whether a family had been born to
money or born to make it. Before
they re-entered the hanson to drive to
the roof garden he had decided that
money really didn't count after all
The roof garden seemed stupid and
cheap. He looked at the girl at his
side, then at the occupants in the boxes
around him: then he leaned toward
her and whispered: Let's get out Of
this. l know it's boring you. Well
go over to the Beauclaire for a bit of
supper and hear the mondolin club
play"
She rose with evident relief, and they
walked through the quiet side street to
an odd, foreign looking cafe on whose
roof the mandolin and guitars tinkled
limpidly. Here no lights blazed, for
the moonlight flooded the scene
The girl leaned back restfully in her
chair, and Twombley smoked in 81
leace, studying her profile the while.
Somehow his fathers brownstone man
sion ON the avenue seemed very far
away. His austere and critical mother
faded into a vague background. 1t
would not be any condescension on his
part, he decided. They could slip away
to Italy or Japan or some other far
away place for the honeymoon, and
the world would get through talking
about it before they came back. A
6lmy cloud passed over the moon. The
girls hand, white and slender, lay on
the table, temptingly close within his
reach. He leaned forward impetu-
ously
Hello, Twombley! What are you do
ing in town at this season of the year%
Twombley scowled at the intruder;
then his face cleared.
Hello. Davidson! When did you
land?"
The girl had made a move as If to
rise; then she sank back in the chair,
her face white and set in the moon
light
Il came in on the Lucania yesterday
and thought I'd see something of little
old New York before starting for
He had turned slightly toward Miss
Carruth and just then the moon slip
ped from under the cloud, and the clear
light struck her face.
"Helen!''
He leaned heavily against the table.
The girls head was bent so low that
he could not look into her eyes.
Jack" she said softly, but not SO
softly that he missed either the word
or the tender accent with which she
fingered over his name
They had forgotten Twombley's ex-
istence. Now the newcomer pulled him
self together
81 beg your pardon, old man.. but
Miss Carruth and l were once-very-
| gOOd-friends, and
II see." said TwombIey, rising, with
an amused smile land If you'll look
after Miss Carruth for a moment I'd
like to have a chat with an artist
friend l see buried behind a row of
STEMS
Without SO much as thank you
Davidson dropped into the vacant
chair
"Helen, I've come back to look after
you for always, and, dear, if you'll for
give my selfishness I'll promise you
can study sociology and found work
ing girls clubs and endow industrial
schools-anything, SO you will come to
me-"
Twombley had forgotten all about
the artist friend. He was leaning over
the parapet looking down on the far
| ing street lamps.
"And to think l patronized her and
thought there was need of a secret
honeymoon in Italy or Japan. Tom. my
boy. you're a foolr'
He glanced across the area of tables.
The gray picture hat and stiff. white
straw were close together