The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-10-16


I'm to live through them. 1 can't! It
will kill mel"
Yes, you can-you will-live through
them and grow withered and hard and
sharp tongued and unlovely, as l have.
Folks can't die any time they please,
and you can live with a heart like a
desert of ashes"
"Oh, Miss Prissy, do you mean
Dora hesitated, the unasked question
in her wide eyes.
81 mean that / was a hot headed,
proud young fool. would not yield an
inch. told him to go, and he went and
never came back. l might have
brought him back at first, but 1
wouldn't, and see what 1 am"
"But, Miss Prissy, Steve declared he
would go If If p
'Yes," Miss Prissy interrupted, that's
mans way. And you told him to go,
never dreaming he'd do 1t. That's wo-
mans way. And you're both misera-
BILE. He'll marry, likely, though he'll
never care as much for another. That's
mans way too. And you-yOu're not
the kind that changes Look at me and
see what you'll be! But you mustn't.
I've opened my grave to you as a
warning. Make it up with Steve now
at any cost. Write to him, and be sure
you eat your share of humble pie. You
deserve 1t, l dare say, for you are a
bit of a flirt, Dora. Write at once and
every day till you hear from him." And
she bolted into the house, leaving Dora
staring at the unexpected romance, the
secret Of Miss Prissy's lonely life.
What a pitiful tragedy, rather! And
one could live on and on! Oh, IL she
could see Steve! 1t might be weeks
before letter. If she could only see
She stopped abruptly, shocked with
the audacity of a thought that popped
into her head. The next moment she
swerved from her course and sped
away on the trail of Steve.
She was uncertain of the distance.
1t might be fifteen or twenty-five
miles; but, long or short, she would
make it in time. He was going to
stop at his uncles. That was guide
post.
The open surprise and curiosity of
Steve's relatives at the questions as to
his movements from the flushed pur-
suer, little more than stranger to
them, overwhelmed her with an agony
of embarrassment 1t was plain that
they had heard nothing of the short en-
gagement and its violent rupture, and
she was not in a position to explain, for
only humiliating defeat might meet her
,ttempt at reconciliation. She was
obliged to leave them with an obviously
unfiatterlng opinion of a girl who was
confessedly chasing a young man and
who only blushed painfully and looked
distressed instead of giving satisfactory
reasons.
THAT was big piece of humble pie.
1t almost choked mer' she gasped when
once more pedaling for dear life. But,
anyhow, know he's going to stop
twice more and intends taking the early
train at Lynchburg. 1t was worth 1t to
itw
Noon came and passed. The weary
miles seemed to stretch interminably,
but she pushed on, feeling that the only
impossibility In existence was failure.
A friendly boy assured her of the route
and gave her directions for saving a
couple of miles.
This maneuver came near being her
Waterloo, for on the crosscut she met
young Lawson, a one time sutton, whom
she had rejected In favor of Steve.
"Why, Miss Dorav' He stopped,
blocking her way. Are you lost or
merely working Off injured feelingsT
Neither she replied CURLY, at
tempting to pass.
He ungallantly wheeled his horse,
preventing her, saying slyly: "Your
face answers as to your feelings.
might. ask you how you like the sack