The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-04-16
BY JANE INGRAHAM.
Copyright. 1907, by NJ. NJ. Cunningham.

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conveyance. She may walk abroad
for exercise only, but when calling or
shopping the plain, rather old fashion
ed brougham Of the depleted Win
throp stables was brought into service.
That was why when many other
girls with more money to spend on
shopping tripped merrily up and down
the great retail thoroughfare Harriet
Winthrop chafed In the Winthrop
brougham, caught in blockade OF
snarling motormen, sharp faced chauf-
feuFs and obstinate cabbies. The
brougham swung to one side, the
wheels grating the curb, and Harriet
leaned forward to see how close they
were to the shop wherein could be
found certain piece of silvery blue
gauze marked down to post holiday
prices. Then, with gasp and shud-
der, she leaned back in the carriage
and closed her eyes. She had forgotten
the stivery gauze, the shop the jam Of
vehicles-everything save the tall,
square shouldered figure of a man,
whose entire attention seemed to be
eentered on the tint of pancakes he was
turning IN the window of white front
restaurant.
The brougham moved forward few
inches, then several feet Very soon
1t would be out of range, so Harriet
took one more glimpse at the win
dow TO make sure that her eyes had
not deceived her. No, 1t was he, and
this time he was actually handing the
white aproned waitress a plate piled
high with golden brown cakes.
What was Jerry Douglas doing in
that window, and how could he bestow
upon the white aproned girl precisely
the same frank, cordial smile with
which he had greeted Harriet at that
last dance, after Teddy's team had
won through Douglas clever coachingf
She bought half yard more gauze
than she needed and went home firm
ly convinced that Jerry Douglas had
been cooking cakes to pay a wager.
That night she went to a dance where
many mutual friends gathered, but no
one seemed to have heard Of the esca-
pade, and she was too proud to make
inquiries. The next day she went back
to the shop so close to the restaurant.
A bit of pale blue velvet ribbon would
set off that silver gauze, but she decid
ed that, after all, she did not care
whether the silver gauze was develop
tered save that her idol had crumbled
at her very feet OF, more properly
speaking, within a few feet of the
wheels Of her brougham, for there
again was Jerry Douglas turning what
she thought must be very fat and indi-
gestible fried biscuits.
So 1t was not an election wager or
anything of that sort. All, she knew!
He had gone In for sociology. He was
studying the condition of the working
classes. Next thing he would be living
In one Of those dreadful settlement
houses, holding club meetings for raga
mullins and poor factory girls and
writing silly things for magazines
this man whom she had watched with
baited breath on the football field,
whom she had pictured as sallying
forth to pit his magnificent strength,
physical and mental, against the mag
mates of the commercial and financial
world.
Cooking cakes in restaurant win
dowl
Harriet Winthrop walked with firm,
deliberate step to her desk and took
down from the wall above 1t picture
showing group of lusty young men in
football attire and also a certain in
hividual picture of young man with
a finely formed head and broad, square
shoulders. She thrust the two behind
some boxes on the top shelf of her
elothespress and then sat down for
good cry.
OF course she might have found out
what 1t all meant If Teddy had been
home, but Teddy, after leaving college,
had gone to Paris to follow up bis
studies in naval architecture Any
how 1t did not matter OF course it
had been only girlish fancy, and
then Jerry Douglas has acted rather
strangely since he went back to his
Virginia home-a few casual notes, no
references to his future career, in
which she had betrayed an interest,
which she now felt was presumption
and unmaidenly, and so she cried some
more
And just after she had worked her
self into fine nervous state, from
which she would Issue forth pallid and
forlorn, messenger brought her
most amazing note. 1t was from Jer-
ry Douglas, and it calmly invited Miss
Winthrop to attend a little supper he
was giving at the Empire restaurant
In honor of his promotion. 1t would
be served on the upper floor of the res
taurant at Thursday midnight after
the rush was over, and would she
please come, because Mrs. Ned Landers
had agreed TO act as chaperon and ev-
cry one knew that Mrs Ned was host
In herself
Here was perfectly legitimate ave-
nue. Of inquiry which even the Win
throp pride might not hesitate to fol-
low, so she bathed her eyes, summoned
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Mrs. Ned Landers' smart studio apart
ment. OF course she could not accept
the Invitation. and she would not de-
cline without making inquiries.
Mrs. Landers, shrewdly reading from
the white, tired face that something
had gone amiss, made tea directly, and
Harriet slipped 1t appreciahvely.
You know, mother is bit old fash
ioned''-
"She even disapproved of studio fats
instead of housesT' inquired Mrs.
Landers, with dancing eyes.
"she thinks you are the most won
derful manager in the world, but d res
taurant supper mean that particular
sort of restaurant
II understand, and 1 am just bub-
bling with the secret. I've been wait
ing to tell every one for weeks, but
Jerry Douglas made me cross my heart
and swear no. My dear, he is hero,
the sort you don't often find in this
day of spoiled millionaire sons and
fawning parasites. When he finished
his college course and started TO read
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