The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-07-21


Judiths world had gasped when she
had fed the prosperous New England
city after her fathers death and es-
tablished herself in New York as a
teacher of music. 1t was all entirely
unnecessary. There were relatives
and Dick Sanderson.
The relatives on the whole were re-
lieved Dick Sanderson spent most of
his time in New York for the purpose,
as he expressed it to himself, of coun-
teracting the influences Of studio life.
Judith and her mother had a cunning
little apartment In an eminently re-
spectacle neighborhood, and Judith had
a few very prompt pupils. And now
she was giving the first of series of
evenings at home. She had met many
clever men and women at other "at
homes" the season before and had
scattered her invitations broadcast.
you'd better not come too early,
Dick" she called after the persistent
one as he went down the narrow hall.
II do love some honey people to talk
1t over with on the finish"
"All right. I'll hold back as long as
I can"
But when Mrs. Drake came In with
the bowl and glasses the rooms were
mass of ferns and f1owers-from
Dick.
How lovely!' she exclaimed GLOW
ers do give a room such an air. 1t
makes me feel worse than ever that
we cannot come tonight. But every 9TH
er Tuesday, have you not?"
Judith nodded her head absently. She
was trying to decide between a plain
or lace centerpiece under the bowl.
And not for worlds would she admit
that she was disappointed. Mr.. Drake
was the critic on prominent paper,
and she wanted to cultivate critics.
$50 sorry" she murmured perfume
torily. 81 hope Mr. Drake is not ILL.,"
mo, but some out of town relatives
are coming, and they are not the sort
to understand our slipping away. But
We'll surely come next time. l under
stand that Miss Morton, the new Eng
lish violinist, is to receive with your
Eyes; we studied together in Paris"
At $50 they were all In line, Mrs.
Brainard In pearly silk and real lace,
Miss Morton oddly English as to cos
tune, delightfully."- alive as to the pleas
ure of the evening. and Judith a dream
In black net and violets, her eyes
a-gleam with anticipation. Everything
was typical Of New England and most
unbohemian, even the little white cap
ped maid engaged for the occasion.
Nine O'Clock, and the trio found 1t
impossible to keep up conversation.
Not once had the doorbell rung. Nine
thirty, and the odor of cut flowers was
positively oppressive.
do you suppose that any one is
coming" said Judith in very faint
voice, lat GASP
And Just then the electric bell buzzed
joyfully. Enter upon the scene Dick
Sanderson and at his heels Hal Darn
ton, the critic of the Social Whirl.
Thought I'd give the crush chance
to subside," exclaimed Dick as Judith
came forward, and then at sight Of her
face his tongue failed him, and he
reached forth his hand impulsively.
She gave it a trembling clasp, then
went on to greet Darnton.
No one could tell afterward just how
1t did happen, but Hal Darnton GER
tainly laughed first and at something
Dick said.
''Oh, my dear Miss Brainard," he ex-
claimed between gales of laughter,
''you don't know your New York yet
Nothing starts so early in the season
You are about month too early-and
well, you've got to show EN-"
And no one knew just why, but Ju-
dith told him all her little successes
and failures, and he proved such q
sympathetic person that she finally
walled II would not mind at all, only
that caustic Mr.. Drake lives next door
and of course he'll know. 1t is SC
deathly quiet here
| Hal Darnton did not laugh this time
How often had he watched the strug-
gle of other Judithsl But Dick Sander
son sprang to his feet and remarked
| with decision: This is where we make
noise like success. Judith, I'm going
out into the hall and give that bell an
other ring. Mrs. Drake will hear that
and then we will rattle glasses, and