The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-04-21

~Auntie, dear, am conversing with
Il very bright young person OF my ac-
ot1aintance-noneA other than yours
truly, Ethel Yorke," said Ethel, with a
sweeping bow. "Auntie, / want a
typewriter, .and''-
Il know you do, dearie, but talking
to yourself won't get one"
eAunde,. I'm not fooling- want
typewriter, and I'm going to get one.
Beholdr said Ethel as she presented
Aunt Cornelia with the ad. to read
The old lady read 1t carefully, glanced
at Ethel, then said:
aWell, .dearie, there Is the old me-
lodeon. That Is q true antique. Your
Grandfather Parker gave that to your
grandmother for a wedding present.
II: Is all carved by hand and inlaid with
teakwood'
Aunt Cornelia sighed as she went on.
IT suppose If you want to learn to be
q stenographer and go out In the work
aday world you must have q typewriter
on which to learn, and guess you had
better offer the dear old meiodeon In
exchange" saas a#
The adj. was duly answered, and
within iforty-eight hours prompt re-
ply was received saying that the owner
Of the typewriter would call that even
ing to inspect the so called antique.
Ethel answered the doorbell OF the
little apartment that evening, for the
household boosted Of no maid since
the loss Of their little fortune A tall.
smarfly dressed man entered and was
. ushered into the sitting room, followed
iby Ethel
/ sAre you the young lady who wants
| q typewriter he asked as he took in
the graceful lines of her well rounded
figure, her mass Of red brown hair and
the even contour of her beautiful face.
l Eyes" she replied as she offered him
a chair. IT want to become an expert
typist, and was attracted by your adj
Here Is the melodeon. If you want to
look 1t over" and she walked across
the room and lighted another gas Jet
to exhibit her heirloom to better ad-
vantage The man followed in silence.
'Tts really, truly antique" said
Ethel I'm not a fakir such as you
suggest in your adj"
The young man walked up to the
beautiful old melodeon, priceless
treasure to one who knew its value.
For the moment he seemed lost in his
admiration Of the delicate workman
ship. the beautifully tinted woods, and
he sat down before 1t. dreaming. The
girl looked at the man as II upon the
L. gn%x farhf 70 fa11
on him as he sat before the instrument,
and she wondered why he did not
speak. Maybe. after all, the old thing
was worth nothing
Howard Philips, man of leisure and
collector of antiques, turned to his
companion. hardly knowing which he
admired most. the inanimate wooden
treasure or the beautiful girl.
aIf acceptable to you, Miss Yorke. l
viii take the melodeon. giving you In
exchange the typewriter and bonus
Of $50" he finally said 1.-The instru-
ment is beauty and very rare speci-
men," he added.
The final arrangements were COM
pleted. and the next day found Ethel
In possession of typewriter and Phil
fps with the melodeon. Philips went
on with bis search for antiques but
somehow he felt that the greatest
treasure on which his eyes had rested
in months-aye, even years-was the
girl whose face seemed to haunt his
dreams.
A terrific snow and hail storm kept
him indoors some weeks after the pur-
chase. and Philips sat down before the
instrument to see what sort of music
It would produce. His fingers ran over
the keys, but no sound came forth.
He peddled with greater force, yet ST.
lence was his only reward.
s Something was wrong within, and
his deft fingers went to work In the
mechanism, and after several minutes
search he was rewarded by finding a
package pressed against the keys.
The package was apparently a wad
of old papers: but with the true In
stinct of the collector, Philips began
to undo the yards and yards of Irvine
about the long bundle. He was speech
less. Before him lay pile Of bills.
money that was not his by any other
right than possession. The girls
money!
He counted it carefully twice-$1 300.
He must find the girl and return it.
Here was the longed for excuse to see
her again.
The storm had somewhat abated.
and IN few minutes he started to the
little apartment in search of the girl.
He was informed that the Yorkes had
moved out three weeks ago. Where?
Nobody knew. The janitor thought
they had moved to a smaller fiat in
Harlem
Now that he could not find the girl
Philips realized the folly of not having
kept track of her Perhaps it had
been love at first sight Indeed, as be
thought about 1t seriously he knew
that he was very much in love. But
how could he tell her so If he could
not find her?
A visit to the postoffice left him none
the wiser. They furnished no adj
dresses. He drifted home to his open
fire and the evening paper. He sat in
the twilight gazing in the embers. and
1t seemed that every fame carried
with 1t shadow of the girl.
He read the advertisements from
force of habit and was about to throw
the paper down and refill his pipe
when his eye caught this adj:
young lady will give French lessons
in exchange for lessons on the type
writer Apply after 6. e. T. Y, 2
Broadway"
Philips sat up bit straighter in his
armchair Could 1T be she? At least
1t was worth finding out
At s o'clock that evening Philips
rang the bell of the Harlem fat, to be
and made welcome by Ethel.
you see, Miss Yorke, am here
again." he said as he turned to the
girl She seemed more lovely than
ever. ST have been trying to find you
for long time. but you had run away
from your old home, and only traced
you by the exchange column The fact
would you consider
me as a teacherT
Etheps eyes danced. You see, Mr..
Philips, | tried so hard to pick 1t up,
but could not, so thought Of your
Idea Of exchange and put that ad. In
he paper" she explained Il did not