The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-11-20
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fectly satisfied with their lives as they
were.
"Ahr' she said softly as the tall fig
ure doomed nearer What possibilities
might Turk under that wiry exterior!
She leaned forward
81 beg your pardon, my good man., -
she called in clear, penetrating tones,
'but it must be very warm in the sun.
Wouldn't you like to rest awhile in the
shade?" Then, dismayed by her own
hardihood, Miss lowering blushed.
The man gasped and dropped his
fork For a second he stared blankly
at the vision under the oak tree, a
dainty vision in ceol muslin, all rose
bloom on a creamy ground. Then he
hastily pulled his hat from his head
and approached her, eying her with an
expression between admiration and ap-
prehension as the meaning Of her
words filtered through his brain.
''Thank you. miss" he said respect
fully, dropping In a warm, dlsjointed
heap under the spreading branches.
There was twinkle in his eyes at
variance with the gravity of his long,
| thin face. 1t was not customary for
the young ladies' of Windsor Falls to
address the help as my good man."
Miss lowering felt distinctly cheer
full. "Haying is hard work." she be-
gan alphabetically.
1T Is" he admitted Hard Of itself
and hard because it leads to nothing
beyond ITSELF" he added, with a CLEAN
of inspiration.
Miss Levering's eyes rewarded him
for his discrimination. She wondered
vaguely If he were not rather above
the average type; not that he was
good looking-his face was toe long
and thin for that-but he seemed recsp-
tive. and he certainly wore his coarse
clothes with an ease city bred man
might have envied 1t was pity that
a man evidently fitted for better things
should so 10 waste in this little village
He needed wider horizon-a broader
outlook. Well, she would see what she
could do for him.
So the couple sat together under the
oak tree very often or wandered
through the shaded country lanes, and
he listened, always intent and respect
full, while she expounded her hopes and
aims for humanity in general and for
nim in particular.
Il know I've no right" she said ear
nestly, "but you will forgive me, won't
you? Your life seems so petty, so mar
row, want you to feel the stress of
life as men in the city feel it, The
struggle, the endeavor, the thrill Of ac-
coInplishment"
And Holden agreed with her and
smiled upon her with look behind the
twinkle in bis eyes that made her come
near to forgetting her station in life
and her altruistic aims generally.
The sun was near the western hills
one day before the stage came bear
ing its quota of daily mail. That she
might not miss the glory of the sunset
Miss lowering took her letters and
magazines and turned up the road TO
where from her vantage seat on rock
she could see the splendor of the hills
outlined against the flaming sky.
Her letters were soon disposed OF,
and she opened a magazine and idly
turned the leaves. then suddenly sat
/ rigid spellbound-while the letters on
| the page before her burned themselves
into ner consciousness.
THE critics" so ran the magazine,
place J. Holden Morse's Under New
England Skies among the six greatest
books of the year 1t is in its Afth
large edition. Mr. Morse. is at present
In New England, where he is said to
be collecting material for another
novel" etc, and underneath was the
authors photograph long, lean face,
with a humorous twinkle in the smil-
Ing eyes.
This, then, explained the vague re-
semblance she had always felt, but
could never define And she had tried
to broaden his outlook-to teach him.
All obliyIous to the yellow splendor