The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-04-24

he DO Bh CALLING ALL THE TIME, INK
planned PAT.
building, and 1t did not take him long
mentally to fix the status Of each new
conner. But to Miss vandervier, for
some reason, he vouchsafed a peculiar
attention, studying her face whenever
unobserved with sharp intentness. He
nodded again.
Il hope you will find it agreeable,
miss" he said as he gave the fire a
rafting poke. I'VE are rather q nice
lot" judicially.
THANK you," responded the girl
gratefully. 1t was a bit lonely-this
much boosted independence. "Are there
are there many other girls hereY'
Pat waved the poker.
well, there's Miss Delano," he re-
Elected aloud. ''She's water, and Miss
Brown in oils, and Miss Merriton, who
charcoals. All nice, quiet young ladies
as you'd wish to find. But the young
gentlemen'-lifting eloquent hands
''them's the noisy lot! All but Mr..
Lawrence, that is," consideringly.
Miss Vandervier jumped.
Mr.. Lawrence" she echoed family.
The old Irishman nodded.
"Mr. Robert Lawrence. You'll no
doubt have been seeing his things.
Some likes 'em. But, as for me, l likes
bit of color meself," gazing admir-
ingly at fragment Of vivid blue vene-
tian water and sky. But, sure, Mr..
Lawrence amt troubling the paints
much these days." barking back to his
subject with sigh. But. well, WELL"
suddenly changing his tone, 81 must be
going. Good evening, miss. And II
there's anything you want don't hesi-
tate to call upon old Pat for it."
But the girl had drawn near the door.
isis anything the matter with Mr.
Lawrencer she asked In a carefully
Indifferent voice. IL think / used to
know him in Paris"
did you, now" The old man shook
his head "'Tis very sick fear he is,"
he answered soberly. Pm thinking
that If no one comes to nurse him it's
to the hospital he will be going. We've
written his family, but they must be
away. The doctor said that II no one
came he'd most likely be took tonight.
It's sad to hear him, miss"
"Sad" repeated the girl, with avert
ed face.
HE do be calling all the time" ex-
planned Pat Marion, Marion tbs
that he's whispering"
NfarionY" faltered the girl. She
bent forward. you are-you are sureT
she demanded tensely.
Marion or Maude or maybe tbs
Mary" returned Pat indifferently. I'm
not good on remembering names. But
1t must be some one he's terrible fond
Of. His whole studio is filed with pic
lures of one young lady, drawn every
kind of way. 'Twould fair surprise
you. He's sure got his eye on some
one" droll smile tightening the cor
ners of his mouth.
well, wish she'd come, then" the
sigh returning. I'D have a Job for
her But good night again, MISS" rec
ollecting himself with a start. Here l
am gossiping away when l should be
doing my work. And don't trouble
your head about Mr.. Lawrence. He'll
most likely pull through" And with q
final clatter of the poker he was gone.
But it is very easy to tell a person
not to trouble. To follow such an In
junction is different matter. Miss
Vandervier's face as she turned back
to the pickering log wore changed
expression. Bob Lawrence upstairs
and I'LL That in all the big city Of
upon the very building which sheltered
Boil What could be more unfortu-
nate? This had been the first thought
which leaped to her mind as the old
man chartered on, followed, however.
by the consollng reminder that they
need not therefore necessarily meet
And then, with q shock, the unexpect.
edness of which set her a-quiver, bad
come the news Of his illness and de-
lirium. For a moment a cold finger
seemed laid upon her heart Bob III
and calling for another grill
Yet why should she care? She did
not she told herself, with quick toss
OF the head. She had taken that chance
when she sent him away. He had been
hers first, hers utterly. A sudden VI
sion of those old Paris days rose before
her mind when Bob had begged her to
marry him and come home, and she.
trying her wings and rejoicing in their
strength had only laughed. Give up
her work and go home? How could
he ask it2
But he had asked 1t and then gone
away, and now he was upstairs III and
calling for another girl. Her mind re-
verted constantly to that thought.
Naturally she had told him to forget
her, but equally naturally. with the
fine self confidence of her sen, she had
never believed that he would. Re
luctantly the truth now forced itself
upon her consciousness that In all her