The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-03-28


wick took the hint and started the
bony beast. Twenty minutes later he
again approached his employer
She rose to her feet. Come on" che
said shortly, and they started across
the road and over the meadow beyond
She felt little sorry that she had
checked Gatwick's jokes, but he soon
recovered his self possession, and again
they were chatting as old friends
Then began a day that will live In
Gatwick's memory. Miss Willard was
most admirable subject, and they
went from nook to nook, where she un-
consciously fell into the most admira-
BILE poses. Almost before he knew II
he had exhausted the dozen plates with
which he had started out, and long
trip across the fields was necessary to
obtain a fresh supply.
They got to the house about dinner
time and had their meal there, though
Miss Willard insisted that this last day
she must have picnic lunch even If il
were only for o'clock tea
When they set forth again in add
ton to the camera Gatwick carried a
heavy basket, and he was glad enough
when at last Miss Willard decided that
she had been photographed In every
favorite resort and suggested that he
make fire and boil the water for tea
By this time they were on thorough,
ly good terms. She had found that his
easy pleasantly did not lapse into ia
miliarity, and she was less quick to
check his remarks, at the same time
mentally deciding that travelling pho
tographers were not only brighter, but
handsomer. than the young men who
formed the masculine element Of the
circle in which she moved.
An hour later she watched him drive
down the dusty country road, and then
with sigh, she turned indoors and be
gan her packing, for she left on the
late night train.
And that night Gatwick, bending over
the tray In the improvised dark room
formed by the travelling wagon, saw
with delight the same dainty figure
fash forth from plate after plate and
realized that it was some of the best
work he had ever done
He was regarded as one of the best
amateurs in the Camera club, and wheI
he had broken down from overworE
just at a time when he was about t.
finish the book that was to make hin
famous he put his knowledge Of tn,
art to practical use by faring forth int
the country.
The fresh air had done wonders fol
him, and, as he wrote his chum, he was
improving almost as much as the sicl
city horse. He was finishing off thC
book. too, and in the meantime he was
making enough money Photographic
the country folk, their homes ant
horses to pay his way and little more
In the fall Gatwick's novel made tht
expected hit, and it was recognized al
one Of the ''six best sellers" and tn,
ten best novels"
Early In the spring there came ou
another book, following up the frs
success. This was a vacation romance
fairly redolent of green fields and spicl
woods. 1t far exceeded the hit of thu
! first volume.
A few weeks later Jessie Willard re
ceived a special copy in an elaborate
binding. In place of the half tone IL
Illustrations of the original edition wer'
inserted carbon prints of the pictures
Jack Gatwick had taken on their frs
day In the fields With it went note
Dear Miss Willard" it ran, 81 bes
( that you will accept this little volume
of which you are the real inspiration
And IL with it you will accept the au
thor you will make him as happy a.
he was that day when he was merel.
the hired man and you were the boss.
He has been your servant and you
slave since then, and now that he ha
something more than himself to ofTe
he humbiy lays all at your feet, pray
ing that you will be as gracious in tow
as you were In the country"
For three days Gatwick haunted tn
hallway that he might be at hant
when the postman came At last [
dainty letter.