The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-04-09
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ways let you have your own way, and
| If you want to make an experiment go
on. won't hinder you. 1 suppose in
month or two you'll be applying for
situation in my office"
Nothing Of the kindv' she flashed.
''I'll find a situation of my own. I'll
cease to be Rosamond Maythorn. To-
morrow morning I'll be Rosamond
Marsh. and if you expect to catch a
glimpse of me you'll have to be up
early, for I'm off to my business col
lege at o'clock
There followed days when Rosamond
was utterly fatigued and disheartened.
Many time she lowered on the verge
Of giving up her course and going back
to her butterfly existence, but the same
vital energy that made her father a
power in Wall street was latent in
her, too, and she stuck 1t out coura-
geously, though often the penciled let
tiers swan before her eyes, her back
ached, and her fingers almost refused
to ''clack' at the type of her machine.
To girl accustomed to waking at 10
III IAC II w d. uO 6l1ldtl NItuCu
to put back the hands Of the clock to
a. m. as rising hour and instead of
luncheon In well appointed dining
room to scurry to a restaurant for a
hurried midday meal.
my, isn't it fine to think that our
course is nearly finishedY' sighed Mat
ty Brown, a trim girl In black. busily
engaged in putting on her hat before
small mirror which hung in the
cloakroom. 81 suppose we'll be hunt
ing for work next Wonder If we'll
soon get any?'
81 hope So said Rosamond soberly
The hundreds and hundreds of toilers
whom she passed in the streets each
night after the 5 o'clock whistles blew
had given her very different view of
life from that which she had cherished
in her brocaded boudoir. She knew
now that 1t was composed of infinite
struggle and hardship, and it was with
thrill of thankfulness that she found
herself singled out from a dozen appli-
cants to be the stenographer Of
Graham Ellis, young lawyer of
whom great things were prophesied.
From the first Rosamond liked him.
He was kind and courteous-never too
hurried to be polite, never more ex-
acting than the occasion required
His sincerity and straightforwardness
spoke not only in his frank and genial
manner, but in every direct glance Of
his steady gray eyes, every motion of
his well poised head.
''TiredY said Rufus Maythorn a few
months later, looking at his daughter
across the dinner table that sparkled
with silver and cut glass.
mot a Bit" she answered cheer
fully.
"And you still like your employer
"He seems" said Rosamond demure-
~, "to be a very just and reasonable
sort of person"
1.-THE people who know him say fine
things of him." returned her father. 'T
should judge that he was composed of
brain and muscle rather than of saw
dust"
One evening after Office hours, as
huSALuO1O WAS Walking nOlucHpEOs
Graham Ellis Joined her She had
played so long on the dangerous edge
of discovery that she had become ac-
customed to it, but on this particular
night his sudden presence startled her,
and to gain time she turned into a
shabby side street A girl was just
disappearing into one of the dingy
doorways. 1t was Matty Brown. In
stantly Rosamond saw way Of es-
cape.
Good night" she said, pausing and
abruptly holding out her hand to Ora
ham Ellis.
@'You live hereT' he Intercepted.
A little demon of mischief looked out
of Rosamond's brown eyes.
''Why not?" she queried lightly, al
ready halfway up the steps.
"May l come and see you some time
when you're not too tired or busyT' he
asked