The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-09-03
''Ho1D ON T1eHT!-I'vE GOT YOU r

his pole up and down vindictively.
"We've been camping for four days
and this is the first minute I've had
you to myself. Four chaperons are
entirely too many for twenty people;
that's four-tenths of a chaperon to a
couple-too rich for my system"
"And what, may ask, is your sys-
temT She made grab at her pole,
which had gradually slipped half its
length into the creek.
Dora Newton, you have q most ir-
ritating habit of playing with a mans
words-and with his heart" he said,
his eyes fixed on her fine young arms,
barred to the elbow.
81 wasn't playing. / was earnestly
seeking information-the desire for
knowledge is strong within me-and I
really wanted to know your-system."
She landed tiny perch and helplessly
held the rod for him to take the CULVER
ing fish off the hook.
He put the fish in the basket, and
they regarded the lack Of proportion of
basket and fish gravely.
at needs to be illustrated" he said
solemnly, mot the fish, but the system.
1 could teach it to you"
IL don't know that you are a quail
fed teacher" She cast her hook in a
way that made her line cross Ran
dolph's. Professor Jordan is coming
down tomorrow to stay in camp with
US two days." and the inference was
that Professor Jordan, as a teacher,
could not be discounted
"Humphl The old FOSSIL" grunted
Randolph.
Fossil? He's not more than forty
and he certainly is a man of brains"
your tone, Miss Newton, intimates
that l am a mere matter of physical
bulk, and you are further aggravating
me by getting your line tangled in
mine just as l was about to have a
bite"
She cast her line in new spot with
a sudden show of humility.
"Well, you see, hadn't realized that
you had attained the degree Of psychic
development necessary to tell-when a
fish was about to bite"
Personally" he continued, Profess
or Jordan bores me immensely Think
I'll run up to town for the two days
he intends to illuminate the camp with
his intellectual light Would you mind
telling me If you are going to marry
that dried up Greek rootY He drew
in his line and fixed 1t for deeper wa
ter.
HE hasn't asked me-yet," with q
toss of her head that intimated she
was prepared for future developments
al didn't know my vacation was to
be spoiled by that old-dinosaur." He
was delighted that he remembered the
word.
els he really so bad as all thati
Sounds three or four shades wickeder
than a Greek root, but am glad you
are at least generous enough to credit
him with versatility"
Doesn't make any difference which
head you classify him under. II he's
coming here to spoil the party / might
as well go back to town and stay.
asked you to marry me seven times
last winter and couldn't even get you
to look at the matter seriously-thought
maybe all this scenery and the moon.
light nights and the-er-hammocks
would develop a little sentiment in
your soul, but If there's another man
say"
$50 hammocks are included In your
system? l never sat In a hammock
with Professor Jordan" refectively.
II could really imagine no greater
Joy than-a hammock and the fossilat
ed Jordan" he said sarcastically.
Il have to thank you for the sugges
tion," airily. when you are In town to
morrow night, gasping for a breath Of
cool air, don't think you are entirely
| forgotten. shall be remembering YOU
idea and trying the hammock. The
moonlight here is fascinating" she
murmured irrelevantly.
His pole dipped down with an unex
pected jerk, and with the effort II
catch 1t his foot slipped on the edge OF
the bank, and he found himself sud
denly foundering In the creek. He
caught one glimpse of the girls horri
fed eyes, and, with an inspiration
heaven born or wicked, according tt
the point of view, he remembered the
trick he had learned In boyhood an6
disappeared from her sight.
She stood motionless,. her hands
ciasped convulsively to her breast
When he came to the surface near her
sputtering and gasping with more en-
ergy than an expert on the subject
would have pronounced natural she
dropped on her knees and clutched hin
| by the arm.
"Oh, Dickey," she screamed, throw
ing her 1.-THE young body on the edgt
Of the creek and reaching her othel
hand to him, hold on-tight-I'ye go
your
Randolph, dripping wet, scrambled
up the bank and helped her to he
feet.
T-caught you" she reiterated
dazedly, clutching each wet sleeve
with nervous fingers, her face Whit
and tremulous.
you poor little girl, l didn't know
scu would be as. frightened as this