The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-09-01

the veranda In the early part Of al
idyIlic summer day-"won't you let m'
paddle you up the creek bit THU
morning?'
Gracious as was Miss Avery's &C
knowledging smile, it could not quit
conceal the establishment in her wild
open blue eyes. This Tom noticed
meeting the implication CALAMITY,
you see," he explained. endeavor
ing to toss off the words with worldly
ease, "you are so discouragingly pop
ular, Miss Avery. This is the first
time ever found you detached. as II
were"
Annette Avery laughed with delight
| full righteousness.
"I'd love to go, Mr.. Brewster" she
assured him. TITS too glorious a
morning to spend waiting for some
one who does not show up"
"Oh," said Tom crestfallen, then
you're not really detached. after all?"
Absolutely" was Annette's emphat-
ic reply. "a laggard ina Iaggard.' .
she finished weakly, isn't worth wait
ing for. When shall we start?"
Fright away" urged Tom. He was
apprehensive of that '1aggard.''
"An right" agreed Annette. gust
wait till l run in and tell mother"
Bring your parasol," Tom cried aft
err her and then stood dumfounded at
his own temerity. But by the time
Annette reappeared he had braced
himself literally for the shouldering
of this formidable responsibility. What
matter if on their way to the boat
house he did carry the frivolous thing
at an angle Numerically opposed to
its protective purpose? He was hap
PLY unconscious Of 1t, and Annette.
blinking heroically, was too mag
unanimous to disillusion him.
The canoe launched. Tom. with some
show Of savoir faire, tossed the cush-
ions into 1t and extended his hand to
Annette. At length, with long,
graceful sweep Of the paddle, they
were off.
The shimmering radiance of the sea
marshes as they followed the wind
ings Of the little creek soon subdued
,neir outbursts of admiration, and they
fell by mutual Consent into dreamy
| silence
Suddenly in her excitement at sight
Of ''blue" crab scuttIing sidewise be
meath the canoe Annette lost hold of
her parasoI. Before Tom colfld rescue
1t with his paddle yelping mongrel
OF dog sprang out OF the tall grasses
and dashed into the water after 1t.
Bravo, old fellowF' called Tom.
Here, here, SIR"
But to the victor belong the spoils,
and the dog made off with his capture.
| Pursuit was impossible through the
wet marshes. Powerless to avert the
catastrophe, they watched the dogs
fiendish demolition of the fragile con-
| trivance.
TITS an outraged" exclaimed Tom.
"And it's your favorite sunshade too"
At this Annette burst Into a merry
peal Of laughter. What other man
among all her conventional friends
would have used that quaint word
'sunshadeY' 1t tickIed her fancy.
How do you knowY' she asked him
teasingly.
Because you always carry it" was
Toms candid admission.
That's because haven't any
other" Annette informed him. But it
doesn't matter, really. 1t was just a
garlsh cretonne thing"
OF these extraordinary specifications
Tom took rapid mental note. The next
day found him securing the rural me-
tropolis of Greenyille for something
that correspondent to Annette's descrip-
ton and to his own visual recollection
of the LII fated parasol But nowhere
had such novelty as "garish
cretonne sunshade" ever been heard
of.
He told Annette so when, weary and
Disguised, he returned to the hotel
She laughed at him mercilessly.
rs it SO funny9' he asked her visit
fully.
"well, you are" she enlightened him;
"cretonne is quite new thing for
parasols to be made Of It's generally
used for covering chairs and cushions