The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-09-29

meet Q1Lu dI Tie L luo grove. I1c say Q
that l am a good looking glass. What
does he mean, Miss Sibyl?"
"He doubtless says you are good
looking lass-that is, girl" Sibyl ex-
planned. "But let me see the letter"
From the pocket Of her dainty apron
Louise drew forth the note. Sibyl read
1t through, hesitated a moment and
then turned to her maid.
Louise, I'll meet this man in your
place I don't want you to be de-
ceived, as l have been. Mr.. Judson
has proved false, and''- A tiny tear
found its way on Sibyl's cheek.
So 1t was arranged, and the seasons
belle, Sibyl Stevenson, strolled down
toward the clump Of tall pine trees
near the edge Of the lake In the early
evening to meet the man who had paid
court to her maid. The trees, shaken
by the breezes, cast freakish shadows
on the ground, and Sibyl was not alto
gether comfortable.
She was eager to meet this youth
who was trifling with the affections OF
her maid and give him a piece of her
mind. She had not long to wait, how
ever, before the tall figure Of a man
came down the winding path.
With long, swinging strides he APP
preached, stopped a moment as If to
make quite sure something, she
knew not what Then, to her great sur
prise, he turned quickly and disap-
peared
EibyI waited until she felt it was no
longer safe for her to be out alone and
returned to the hotel to tell her maid
OF the strange occurrence. They dis
cussed the problem, and both decided
that the gorgeous gown worn by Miss
Stevenson did not look like the simple
grooming Of her maid. This fact had
probably frightened the man away.
The next evening Sibyl, dressed in a
plain black frock, with white collar
and cuffs and a dropping hat, awaited
the mysterious Romeo whom Louise
had notified by note to be there at a
certain hour.
Again the tall figure swung down the
road, SLOUGH hat pulled down well
over his eyes.
"Is that you, LouiseT' he whispered.
Sibyl started to scream; then she
leaned against friendly pine tree and
in a weak voice claimed the identity.
'Is she wiser asked the man.
'Is who wiser reiterated Sibyl, her
voice still trembling.
+Why, Miss Stevenson, your mis-
tress," stammered her companion.
Don't stand there like mummy, you
stupid bit Of French humanity Speak
up and tell me has she forgiven me
and have you arranged a.
He got no further in his inquiries.
Sibyl picked up her little black skirt
and ran for home. Once she was safe
" closeted with Louise she felt vague
" that the echo of a mans hearty
laughter had followed her flight.
Louise" began Sibyl in a most ma
uron-1ke tone, ''wnat 90 you mean ny
flirting with Mr. Judson? Now, do
not interrupt me, for it was Mr.. Jud-
son who met me-"
''Mr. Judson! Impossible!' cried the
astonished Louise.
mo other" emphatically assured
Sibyl. ''Those things may be all right
In France, Louise, but no nice Ameri-
can girl will
A knock at the door interrupted the
end of this sentence. A gentleman
was waiting to see Miss Stevenson.
The hallboy did not know his name.
Sibyl had changed her somber black
frock to one Of her Paris creations
and went to meet her caller.
She glanced into the public parlor,
but he was not In sight. Upon inquiry
she learned that her guest was waiting
on the corner Of the piazza for her.
She went to meet him, and Harry Jud-
son put forth his hand as she came to-
ward him in the dim light.
"Sibyl, you must hear me-" Judson
began
my dear Mr.. Judson," said Sibyl,
with singing sarcasm, that is just the
trouble. I've heard too much from you
already"
''Now, please listen. The train was
late night before last, we were derailed
Just the other side of the draw, and
couldn't very well swim all the way
here, could II"
els that all you have to sayT IN
ouIred Sibyl. but the tone of her voice
was a bit softer.
Except that love you and
"And my maid as well, l suppose"
finished Sibyl.
'Don't be foolish girl, dear. You
have a prize in Louise. If you'll prom
Ise not to discharge her, I'll tell you a
secret. 1t was Louise who arranged
this campaign; 1t was she who suggest