The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-08-07

shadow dappled length of the veranda,
raised her voice a little and called
again, "Paola, dearw
A mocking bird IL the cedar by the
gate gurgled liquid impertinence that
ended in a low call to his mate, but
the rest was silence.
Miss Sarah looked across the lawn,
then down at her feet
"Paola must have this scarf" she
said to herself sternly. land l suppose
she is sitting on the bench by the
Black Prince-the most imprudent
childv' That the Black Prince was a
beloved rosebush saved Miss Sarah's
remarks from their apparent impro-
priety, and, mindful of her steps, she
hurried into the path that led to the
Black Princes domains across the
lawn.
The moon burned white above her in
cloudless sky, and Miss Sarah re-
sponded delicately to the influence of
the hour. A faint fragrant dream, with
boyish eyes, called to her as she went
slowly down the path, and young faces
swan mistily in her memory as if they
had drifted there with the smell Of the
box in the hedge.
She thought of the night her mother
died, another June; of Powered gown
she had worn the day she was sixteen,
of a poem, something about daffodils,
or was it roses?
1.-the love that came with the daft
fodils and went away with the roses
that was it," said Miss Sarah, with
little sigh of satisfaction, "only the
daffodils come back with the spring
and every summer there are roses, so /
really don't see the sense of that Those
love songs are nearly always rather
silly" She stopped to thrust back the
daring sweetness of yellow banksia.
THE garden is very sweet tonight"
said Miss Sarah to herself, "and God
walked in the cool of the garden l
wonder was it like this" She paused
on the edge of the Black Prince king
dom, where it lay half in shadow, and
lifted her eyes to the moon
''Oh, dearw said Miss Sarah, almost
aloud. what beautiful night it is"
which was Miss Sarah's way Of saying
that the world was very good and she
was happy. Then she lifted her skirts
n little higher and sped into the heart
of the rose garden.
Paola was sitting on the bench by
the Black Prince-Miss Sarah saw that
a. hncfHn hAY.
Lockwood, as Miss Sarah had also
foreseen, and Paola's head was thrown
back, ana one of Paolas slim white
arms lay like a simmer of moonlight
along the back of the bench. Positive
~ inviting rheumatism" murmured
Miss Sarah miserably
She was within a few feet of them
and call trembled on her lips. when
Paola's own voice stopped her.
"Go on" said Paola in a soft, hurried
whisper, and Miss Sarah by some queer
instinct drew back into the shade of
the great oak behind the bench, fearful
lest an incautious movement would be
tray her, fearful almost of her own
breathing, for Miss Sarah was learned
in the ways OF Paola's suitors and it
was one of her best learned lessons
never to interrupt them So she drew
back and waited, innocent of any de
sire to eayesdrop.
Go on" said Paola again, and young
Eockwood's voice came out of the deep
er shadow, low and vibrant and rhyth-
mic Miss Sarah leaned closer instinc
lively to hear the words; they escaped
her at first, then echoed clearer:
Remember how when first we met we
stood,
Stung with immortal recoIlections,
o fact, immured beside fiery sea
That leaned down at dead midnight to be
kissed,
beauty folded up in forests old.
Thou vast the lovely quest of Arthur's
knights;
Thy armour glimmered in a gloom of
green.
Did l not sing to thee in Babylon?
Or ia re set sail in Carthage bay2