The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-10-13
What's In a
Name?
Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated
iferaf-v Press
BY Martha Cobb Sanford
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ed through the wide open doors of the
library building and rested for few
minutes against one Of the large mar
BILE columns in the lobby.
After she had given Mathews plenty
Of time to pass she ventured to the
door and reconnoitered cautiously.
Heavens He had turned around and
was coming straight toward the libra
ry! Barbara bounded up the stairs like
an antelope and disappeared.
With no apparent signs of haste or
purpose Bertram Mathews followed
her lead. At the top of the broad flight
of stairs, however. he came to stand
still and leisurely scanned the long,
empty corridor.
AS there was nothing to indicate
which way the golden haired vision
had fed, he started on a lazy stroll
through the maze of special reading
rooms, sure of finding her somewhere.
1t was clever Of him, he unused, to
have crossed Barbara's trail without
her knowing it. he smiled at the
luOuSuI VI AcI DAuSA1AS SUI AAoC WHICH
he should Unexpectedly stumble upon
her. What would she have to say to
him?
He was aware that he was deliber-
ately forcing Barbara's answer after
yielding to her entreaty for an inter
regnum Of courtship which would ter
inmate only by, strictly accidental
DIRT hoA Il
weeks since he last proposed to Bar
bara, and human restraint has its
limitations
Barbara didn't blush, however, nor
was she the least surprised when Ber-
tram at last discovered her in the Sc
cluded nook reserved for legal refer
ence. So absorbed was she in reading
a popular fiction magazine that his
presence failed to establish that tele-
pathic communication proverbiaIly sup
posed to exist between lovers.
Bertram, his eyes dancing mischie-
vously, tiptoed daringly near her and
then passed out to the catalogue files.
Lifting down the drawer labeled "Ba,"
he ran his fingers rapidly over the
cards until he found two titles that
evidently suited him.
With punctilious deliberation he cop
led these on a little printed slip and
after filing In the blank spaces pre-
pared for the readers name and seat
number handed 1t In at the delivery
desk and waited developments.
Before long small, freckle faced
page in brass buttoned uniform tripped
by him toward the legal reference
room, one small book under his arm
Bertram followed at safe distance.
zone Of 'em's out, miss" announced
the page indicating with a griny fin
ger a cancelled title on the slip of pa
per which he handed Barbara.
"'Why Men Remain Bachelors,
read Barbara aloud solemnly, and be-
meath 1t, Bachelors Guide to Matri
mony.'" "But didn't order either Of
them,' she informed the page indiffer-
emily. There's some mistake"
"Ain't that your name and number,
miss2 2" he had the impertinence to ask
her.
Barbara examined the slip more close
ly. "B. Mathews" it read, seat Is,
legal reference ROOM" She glanced
about suspiciously There was only
one other occupant and that was not
"B. Mathews"
"Well, is it or amt it?' demanded
the page, his tone suggestive Of dan
gerously overweight forbearance.
'Is what?'' asked Barbara vaguely.
"Well, by thunder~ calculated the
diminutive government official. Don't
cher know yer own Manner
"Of course do" Barbara answered
him with a childlike naivete, 'fbut
shan't tell you, you little imp. SO run
away"
"Then yer can't have the book"
brass buttons retaliated as he marched
of with the Bachelors Guide to Mat
rimony."
Barbara watched him out Of sight
and then straightway forgot all about
him in the thrilling occupation of
scribbling in various styles Of chirog
raphy, Barbara Mathews, Mrs. Ber-
tram Mathews, Mr. and Mrs. Bertram
Mathews" etc, on the page margins
of her magazine.
whats in a Manner commented a
masculine voice suddenly over her
shoulder.
Barbara, blushing pink to the tips
Of her ears, closed the magazine with
a bang, tucked it under her arm and
started to beat an indignant retreat.
Bertram, however, observing that
there were only empty chairs for wit
nesses, playfully barred her exit
Around the table he chased her In
scandalously undignified scramble. If
walls have eyes as well as ears, surely
the forbidding legal tones on the sur
rounding "bleachers" had never be-
fore been spectators to anything so
indecorous.
Covered at length, beyond hope of
escape, in decoy ending In a dormer
window on one side and fanked by
projecting bookshelves on the other
two, Barbara faced her pursuer with
wildly humping heart.
"You aren't playing fair" she accus-
ed him breathlessly. you've broken
your promise, Bertram Mathews. This
isn't accidental meeting at all. It's
an-an ambush. You followed me
here. You can't deny 1t, because l
saw you out In front Of the library.
Thats-that's why came in here"
1t was with difficulty that Bertram
refrained from breaking into a laurl
mr. barbara was too much in earnest
to detect 1t.
'You deliberately ran away from
me, Barbara. Was that playing fairF''
questioned Bertram.
"But couldn't tell you'll mean we
couldn't talk it over out there on the
street 1t would have been so unro-
mantle and-and such stupid anti
climax"
Whatever Bertram had on the tip of
his tongue to reply was momentarily
checked by the passing In and out of
an unsympathetic group Of curious
sightseers.
To bridge over the interruption Bar
bara pretended to be absorbed In
watching the glow Of the sunset.
ut is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked
dreamily as soon as they were alone
again.
"Gloriousp' answered Bertram fer
vently, his gaze never leaving the sun
flecked waves of her hair.
"But you can't see 1t, silly. Turn
around"
AS he didn't turn, Barbara faced
about to learn the reason and, catching
his look of undisguised alteration. low
cred her eyes before it, her self posses
sion utterly vanquished.
"Oh, sweet, tantalizing Barbara
King" he pleaded, "am l never to
know If you really love me? Won't
you give me some little bit Of hope to