The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-03-05
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HER DAY OF
FREEDOM.
BY RosALIE DAVIS.

thy, but an inward feeling of exults-
ton which she realized was, to say the
least. ungrateful. Aunt Felice had been
a patient, untiring, accomplishing
chaperon for one long week.
Tell Mrs. Cramer l hope she will be
feeling very much better when l come
back from drive Is there anything
could bring her-yiolets or perhaps
roses"
Madam cannot endure perfume Of
any sort when she has one of these at
tacls, but shall tell her Of your kind
thoughtfulness,v said the precise black
gowned maid. who had been in Mrs.
Cramer's service for fifteen years.
Well trained and capable was this
maid, but it never dawned upon her
that she should personally see that
Mrs Cramer's order for the carriage
was executed. Certainly this sturdy
young woman from the west, only
daughter Of Mrs. Cramer's only broth
er, looked as If she were quite capable
of giving her own orders.
And so it happened that the butler,
not without some misgivings. held open
the big walnut and bronze doors for
Grace to pass out half an hour later
and watched her walk briskly down
the avenue.
At Thirty fourth street she paused
uncertainty. There were several points
Of interest she really wanted to see be-
fore returning home-the statue of Lib
erty. the Metropolitan Museum of Art
and Grants tomb. Of course New
Workers were always bored with such
things, but Grace was from the west
and rankly interested in sightseeing.
And such morning as 1t was for
sightseeing!
In front Of the Waldorf Astoria stood
a line of hansoms With deliberate
steps and keen glances she turned her
feet in their direction. The cabhies
looked at her expectantly-sharp fea-
tured English drivers, heavy iowled
and red eyed Irish drivers couple
who looked as If they had sprung
from the ghetto and one who caught
and held her glance. smooth and boy
ish of face, smart and well groomed
of coat and hat She stopped and look
ed up into his face shielding her eyes
with her long fat purse.
"How much?"
"Where, missY' said the driver cour-
teously.
"Oh, l don't know just whereby
the hour, | guess"
"One-ffty for the first hour, dollar
an hour after that
CAN right And first we'll go to the
museum in the park
He touched the front of his hat with
his gloved fingers, and some rude young
men Longing near the carriage start
ers booth laughed. Grace started.
Perhaps she had better not. Then she
glanced up at the young man on the
box His gloved fingers were still
against his hat, the doors were inyit-
ingly open, and, though his face was
quite grave, his eyes danced in fash
ion very much in accordance with her
own Joy in being free from surveii
lance for whole day.
She sprang into the hanson, and the
doors clattered shut.
How silly to be afraidr' she MUIR
INJURED. why, at home 1 go every
where alone-and he Is such nice
looking Irish boy"
THE nice looking Irish boy" gath
ering up his reins, turned his eyes on
the group of rude laughing youths near
the starters booth, and In that look
was curious mingling of triumph and
reproach.
They bowled through the park and
drew up with flourish in front Of the
museum. Grace sprang out.
ooh, 1t is SO much larger than l ex-
pected," she said, turning to the driver
In frank surprise, not untinged with
appeal Il had no idea there was SO
much of It. You don't suppose 1 can
begin to see it in half an hour or even
an hour"
The young man leaned respectfully
from the box
Indeed you can't, miss. I've been
here nearly every Sunday for the past
three months, and l don't feel as if I'd
seen the half of it yet
ooh, then you don't work on Sun
days?'
The cabby flushed
After 8. miss. There's not much do
ing here on Sundays till dinner time"
On +lo,, bo,ro or,,idao M said
waving her hand toward the museum.
mo, miss But you can buy cata-
Iogue"
"And spend all my time trying to fig
ure out the catalogue. Goodness, ey
erythng Is so big in New York! 1t
appalls me- She took a step forward,
then turned
Il don't suppose would you mind-if
you could get some one to hold the
horse could you take me through? 1t
would save so much time if you know
the building and then maybe | could
see Grants tomb too"
The young Irishman swung around
on the box Yes; there a few rods
away. was policeman. He drove to-
ward the officer held whispered con-
versation and in a few moments re-
turned on foot, leaving the horse in
care of bright looking boy, with the
sympathetic policeman in higher au-
thority.
You'll want to see the Vanderbilt
loan collection. few of the biggest
and finest pictures and the Morgan
Jewels" he said But they saw much
more, and it was fully an hour and a
half before they emerged from the mu-
scum.
1T isn't hard to see that you have
spent your Sunday afternoons to good
advantage" said the girl without a
touch of patronage. and the young man
looked at her gratefully.
"Once | thought I'd like to he paint
err, but now
He signaled to the lad, who led up
the horse.
"Ah," thought the girl as the doors
closed in upon her, probably has a
poor mother and some little brothers
and sisters to support
At Grants tomb he found another
obliging youth to hold the horse, and
he pointed out to her all the interesting
features of the battle SCARED relics in
the crypt He drove her out past
Claremont and the viaduet, then lifted
the window above her head and asked :
Where next, mlss?"
Home, and | suppose you had better
hurry. It'll past lunehtime now. Fifth
avenue"
The tiny window fell with sharp
click The young man sat on the box
SO surprised that the girl In the ham
som wondered why he had not obeyed
her order to hurry Then with a clat-
ter they dashed down the drive.
"1hree hours-thats three-fifty." She