The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-02-12
ON BOARD THE
FLIER
BY Marion Benton
Copyright. 1906. by E. C. PARCELS

We'll take those three seats. I sup
pose it's the best you can do Law
renee, you sit there. No, noon this
side. There's a draft on that side"
But l want to see the river" said
the elderly man ENORMOUSLY and with
gesture akin to throwing aside de-
tanning hand, though his ford and
0verdressed wife had not laid so much
as finger tip on his arm.
Il tell you there's draft on that
SIDE" she said sharply.
We'll, you don't want to sit in a
draft either" persisted her husband.
mo; Emily can sit there. She is
young. Drafts won't hurt her."
David Marston raised his paper sud-
denly to hide the smile that would
come. He was sitting on the drafty
side, too, right behind the chair in the
parl0r car which had raised the dis
cussion. He, too, wanted to see the
Hudson, the Palisades and other points
of interest of which he had read and
which he was enjoying for the first
time.
Where is Emily?" asked the hus-
band, now settled unwilIingly in the
chair selected for him.
''She's making sure that there's a
nice man in the baggage car to look
after the dogs. She'll be along in a
minute"
BY this time David Marston was not
the only passenger interested in the do
nestle drama. Every man and woman
reused to attention by the piercing
tones and dominating bearing of the
woman. The shrill speech might have
been forgiven ON the plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf. The
manner was less forgivable. Newly
acquired riches were stamped all over
the tightly laced middle aged figure.
The characterless face, due to much
electric massaging, spoke of hours
spent with beauty experts. Her frock,
wrap and hat shrieked, PARISH
Evidently the couple were going
back to New York after brief stay
at their lodge in the Catskills, for the
limited had stopped at the small town
close to fashionable mountain fast
nesses on special orders.
''You don't think anything will hap
pen to Emily trying to cross the plat
forms?' asked the man anxiously.
Its yestibuled trainr' shrieked
his wife. Il told her to stay until all
three of the dogs had been properly
chained. You remember the time we
came Oh, there she isp'
There was much craning of necks as
the third member of this interesting
party came through the narrow pas
sageway around the drawing room.
Her advent promised further enter
tainment to travel bored passengers.
Only one of the latter did not crane
his neck. He simply sat staring at the
girl, his hands gripped hard on the
arms of the chair.
She was slender, refined looking
girl, dressed in black from her dull
calfskin ties to her stiffiy tailored trav-
cling hat. At her throat and wrists
were fine linen bands. Marston recall
ed with shudder that maid who
had opened the door for him at a fash
ionable Denver home had worn lust
such black frock with white bands.
The girl carried bundle of canes.
umbrellas and golf sticks. AS she
tilted them in the corner beside the
elderly man she said something to him
which he seemed to hear, though she
did not follow his wife's example and
raise her voice. He settled back with
a contented air.
There's your chair, Emily" said the
woman, waving her hand across the
aisle. The girl turned, stepped across
the aisle, looked at Marston, caught
her breath sharply and sank into her
chair, which she wheeled so that her
back was turned squarely upon him.
By this time David had recovered
thought and speech. He rose, DELHI
erately walked In front of the girl and
extended his hand.
Don't tell me that a mere trifie like
beard makes me unrecognizable, EN-
lily. l should have known you even il
you had dyed your hair"
The girls hand lay Imply in his,
then she pulled herself together and
withdrew it.
"Oh. l knew you at once But the
shock
Precisely 1t was a shock to me
to find. you with them"