The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-04-11

studio In a deliberate, determined, man
overheard fashion, most disconcerting
to the dispenser, until he finally cor
nered her In the Japanese alcove and
forcibly finished up the remaining
sandwiches himself
"And he never even said a word
about the duet" Philippa answered
later when she sat, like Hindoo idol,
In pink kimono on the bed and
thoughtfully reviewed the evening.
"He's q gentleman and a scholar, and
Bobbie says he's all right; solid, old
Maryland family and all that sort Of
thing; Arst names MISUNDERSTANDING
Eliot. He has only been in New York
a couple Of months, and he doesn't
like it very well. He thinks it's lone
some EIe says we're conservative and
clannish."
there's a good remedy. Tell him
to be 6 clam unto himself"
Philippa SHE'D a pillow at the scott
er.
@Goosel" she said. Cant you seer
He wants to belong to my clan. I'm
going tc the Czarga concert with him
tomorrow"
"See? OF course l see," quoth Eliza
beth. ''One Philippa Yates, founder
of the Society For the Prevention of
Lonesorneness to Strangers In New
York, providing said strangers are gen.
tlemen and scholars, from solid old
families, and can sing duets and eat
club sandwiches for arts sake. see
the end"
But philippa only smiled and was Sd
lent. 1t had been a most entertaining
and interesting twenty minutes spent
In the Japanese corner. Ones point Of
view on life in general may alter con-
siderably even in twenty minutes.
1t was two weeks after the Czarga
concert. Philippa came out Of the
Metropolitan Opera House as Eliot
swung up Broadway. 1t had begun to-
snow at shutdown, and there was the
lull in traffic that comes on the great
white way between dinner time and
the hour when the curtain rises. She
was tucking a couple of I'll Trova-
tore" tickets into her hand bag when
he greeted her.
They're for Beth and me-" she told
him happily. I'VE live on strawberry
Jam and crackers when the opera is In
full blast Do you know 1 never go
there bot wonder when my turn will
come, don't your
He did not answer her directly.
They had crossed to the Sixth avenue
elevated and were walking along be-
side Bryant park to the station be-
fore he spoke to her.
81 am going home this week to spend
Christmas with my mother In Mary
land, and before co.
A vagrant wind swept down upon
them, and Philippa bent her head side
ways to avoid its sting. AS she did
so her eyes met his in one swift glance.
She was not smiling now. Her face
was aglow with curious, half fright
ened expectancy.
Lets hurry" she said. Its so
cold"
He stopped short where only an au-
dience of sleepy cab horses could listen.
Before go l want to know If may
tell her that next year you will go home
with me-"
Cab horses are very discreet. They
did not even hear the answer.
'13ut it won't happen until next
Christmas, Of course" Philippa ex-
planned over cup of CeyIon in the
studio that evening.
"Until Manrico has won fame and
fortune singing to his ladylove at the
Metropolitan asked Elizabeth.
Philippa stirred In another lump of
sugar demurely.
"Oh, Marbury doesn't sing at all,
Beth," she said. THAT was his room
mate, Grahame Moore, who sang the
duet with me. Marbury is an artist"
And Elizabeth, after one long look
Of enlightenment, smiled in fashion
wife.
"For arts sake" she said severely
"Fudger'