The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-02-12

cheeks cr1mSoned.
Il can explain
LET me turn your chair around so
we can talk" Marston suggested. and
a moment later they sat side by side.
facing the river bank, their backs to
Miss Emily's employer. who shifted in
baffled curiosity and gazed their way
through jeweled lorgnon.
''Oh. the story is short enough" said
Emily bitterly Selling daubs and
teaching youngsters in Colorado town
and making good with your brush in
New York city are entirely different
propositions. | saw it was starvation
or real work and So
"Being companion to woman of her
caliber is real work, ehY'
"She is really very kind at heart. and
Mr.. Mcguire is just lovely to me-"
At this juncture Mr.. Mcguire was
shaken with violent coughing spell.
Emily" exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire
sharply, where's the cough medicine"
But Emily Hunt was already digging
into her employers bag
Deity she poured the medicine and
turned to bring glass of water.
Marston was at her heels. his own
drinking cup filed to the brim.
Thanks Mr.. Mcguire took such a
dreadful cold while we were at Groton
lodge"
The invalid was recovering from the
paroxysm and there was nothing for
Emily to do but introduce David to
her employers.
Mr.. Mcguire extended a trembling
hand Mrs. Mcguire raised her lorgnon.
From Chicago? In pork, l sup
pose"
David's eyes twinkled even as Emily
Hunts cheeks colored.
mo, not exactly-in the law for pork
men,"
Emily bit her lips and, returning to
her chair, stared hard at the flying
scenery.
| Forgive me, Emily. but 1 simply
had to do 1t. She is impossible"
"But you are in the law
"And for men in pork | am going to
Europe on my first big commission"
Il am so glad you have found sue
| cess" said Emily in a calm voice,
| though her heart beat suffocatingly.
She might have helped him to find it.
but now he was going to Europe for a
mighty corporation, and she was a
companion, the most despised and in
adequately paid parsonage in the Ma
guire retinue.
Emily, ring for the porter and order
clam broth for us all from the buffet
carr
Il don't care for any, if you will ex-
cuse me, Mrs. Mcguire. I'll order for
two"
Nonsense said the domineerng
Mrs. Mcguire. "A cup of hot broth
! will do you good. You're looking bit
white this afternoon, and we can't af
ford to have you sick on our hands
now, with Mcguire on the edge of
pneumonia"
The piercing tones ran the length of
the car, and there was smothered
laughter up and down the lines. With
crimson cheeks, Emily touched the
button, but when the waiter arrived it
was Marston who took the matter in
hand and ordered dainty luncheon
Mrs. Mcguire admitted that for a
man '.in pork" he knew how to order
| 1t annoyed her that she could not COM
municate this discovery to her hus-
band. Later she said something of the
sort to Emily, who had brought Mr.
Mcguire an evening paper picked up at
Poughkeepsie.
| Emily did not seem to hear the pa
| tronizing remark of her employer. Her
mind had leaped forward to that mo-
ment when the train should pull into
the Grand Central depot Then she
and the Maguires would enter the car
| riage held In waiting by liveried serv-
ants, and Marston would go his self
made independent way. When she re-
turned to her chair, the dull foggy
Pretty soon on the broad six track way
trains loaded with suburbanites would
be shooting past them, suburbanites
| going home to cottages and firesides
| all their own, where women who had
never dreamed of artistic careers wait
ed for them.
The porter received Mrs. Maguire's
curt comment on poor gas with abject
apologies
| 'Suthin's sure wrong, but we can't
locate the trouble, but Wen soon be in
town." he said and hurried on. He
knew the Mcguire type.
| Emily started. Marston's hand was
on her arm, not gently or as remind
er that he deserved her attention, but
in a mastery, determined clasp
Emily, do you think for one minute
1 am going abroad and leave you with
| that-that sort of woman? I've got
| to sail in the morning. There is not
much time, but you can get frills and
| frOcks in Paris, and when we come
| home, if visiting art centers abroad has
reused your ambitions once more, I'll
have you study with the best
81 don't want to study; / have no
ambitions; just want
| Marston bent very close to catch the
last word-"you"
EMILY, get rug for Mr.. Mcguire"
exclaimed Mrs Mcguire so sharply
that the doing passengers all woke up.
Then as the girl leaned over to pick up
the fallen rug Mrs. Mcguire whispered
harshly:
Il guess you forget where you arer'
NO" replied Emily happily I've
only just found out where l belong
Mr.. Marston and l are going to be
married tonight and sail for London in
the morning"
Mrs. Mcguire gave vent to an excla-
nation that reused her husband to
frightened wonder and made several
men in the farther end Of the car laugh
| aloud.
The little bride in chair IL leaned
over and touched her husbands hand.
BILLY, dear, believe there's little
story going on right under our noses"
Her husband patted her hand tender
" under cover of the friendly dusk.
Wouldn't be surprised sweetheart
and all I've got to say is l hope that
the young man is the sort who will not
consign Emily to a drafty seat"
Il hope he is just as dear and good
as you are
And down in the front of the car
Marston and Emily Hunt sat gazing
out into the night, too happy for words.