The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-04-09

ANOTHER AUTOMOBILE CAME footing UP
BEHIND THEM
Jean Boyce's home. 1T will be an
easy matter. He is only dazzled by her
millions It's you he really cares for.
Madge Racer has go right to buy
Maurice Ankeney, I'll never speak
to you again." AS Jean faced him with
this emphatic announcement her blush
es were fully accounted for by her an
ger
''All right l might as well die one
way as another" and he was gone.
In the days that followed Jean Boyce
had a new experience. Maurice An
keney had never stayed away so long
before, and she had missed him, a con-
dition she had not thought possible.
Still there was the counteracting an
noyance of Harold Buckley and the
heiress. 1t is true, she never realized
that she cared for Buckley until she
found that he was out of her reach.
But Jeans self analysis could go no
deeper than this, and her state of mind
became chaotic once more, when one
afternoon Harold Buckley called.
Jeans resentment was not wholly
dispelled by Buckley's keenly correct
valuation of the heiress. "She was
fishing for husband" he said, land
It's a good thing just to know such wo-
men. 1t makes one expert at estimat-
ing character"
Jean Interpreted this last remark, "a
man does not need to be bitten more
than once" and she found herself won
dering why she did not feel 6attered
by his confidence. Still she felt graft
fed by her triumph in bringing him
back. She did not understand until
afterward why his next remark
quenched her citation.
"She has Maurice Ankeney on her
hook now, or, rather he took her by
storm. l never saw fellow maneuver
So" He spoke contemptuously "But
he's welcome"
"How small of him." observed Jean.
Then all at once she thought of Maui
rice's strange promise to her, and she
wondered No, it could not be- He
only wanted a cloak for his mercenary
ambitions.
Jean did not feel altogether compli-
mented by the ease with which Harold
assumed his old relations Still, when
he asked her to take an automobile ride
that same evening she accepted.
Her pride in Harold Buckley's per-
sonal attractiveness was extended to
his splendid machine as they went
bounding over the road with red
October sunset in their faces.
Another automobile came footing up
behind them and passed them on the
road. 1t was occupied by Madge Racer
and Maurice Ankeney.
The vague depression that had been
haunting Jean became poignant. She
felt misused.
Queer taste he has," she observed
with a curl of her lip. Then to hide
her pique she conjured a spirit of dar-
Ing.
"Oh, let's pass them! Do, dor
Harold Buckley, ready to please her
Or possibly for reasons of his own, en-
tered into the sport and put on power
with great abandon.
Jean was almost delirious with the
excitement of swift motion. How jol-
ly"- Then came sudden jolting and
desperate adjusting of brakes They
had struck rocky place In the road.
Before Harold could slow up Jean was
almost shaken from her seat. The
suns rays. on level with their eyes,
blinded them. There was a loud re-
| port, scream from Maurice Ankle
ney's auto, which they had grazed in
stopping, and they toppled over into a
shallow ditch, with an extra tire hang
Ing to one of their wheels.
Jean felt a sharp pain In her arm as
she picked herself up; then the diver
sion of what followed made her forget
herself The blond helress followed up
her screams by an attack upon Harold,
who had just extricated himself whole
from the ditch.
"Mr. Buckley, this is a great way to
drive" she cried In her high voice with
Its slightly foreign accent why don't
you look at your roadr
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