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

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ing. 81 told Jack Gormley and Mrs.
Jack to look us up there" Then, as if
expecting a protest from his compan-
ion, he added, ''Of course if you want
to go somewhere else
"oh, love the lodge" exclaimed
Irene, 'and''-
A sharp report from behind, and her
sentence was lost. The machine came
| to a standstill Southgate and the
chauffeur both jumped out. A tire had
burst beyond mending. Southgate
swore roundly at the chauffeur, who
stolidly began the hours task of TAX
ing off the old tire and putting on a
new one.
II don't blame you for being furi-
Gus, Irene" began Southgate. 81 tell
you this automobile business is rotten
to the core. IT'S
But I'm not furious. I'm rather
glad we broke down." cried Irene.
We've been speeding so that I've lost
my breath, and anyway just back
there are some lovely wild flowers
want to pick, and, oh, love to see me-
chanics work, and when l get my
flowers I'm coming back to watch your
man"
She gathered up her fluffy skirts and
jumped out on the ground. Southgate
opened his eyes and looked sharply at
the girl to make sure he heard Alright.
He felt like the small boy who wanted
to pinch himself to see if he were
awake.
"Do you mean it?" he gasped.
She assured him that she did, and
together they walked back and gath
cred the flowers A scientific man
would have had difficulty in figuring
out which were the thickest, the wild
flowers or the mosquitoes which feast
ed on the newcomers.
'I'm eaten alive with these beastly
pests" said Southgate as he slapped
one fat on his wrist. 81 can't stand 1t
another mirute-and really with that
thin dress of yours
"Oh, mosquitoes are no worse THAI
other pests" said Irene. "My little
brother has white mice that get out OF
the cage and run all over the house
Our colored cook has the ugliest blact
cat you ever saw that scratches me
every time | pat her"
Southgate thought the heat must
have affected his companion and made
no reply They returne to the car tti
find the new tire on and again started
ont They speeded along the dusty
road and were nearing the lodge when
the machine stopped and refused to
move Investigation proved that the
gasoline had given out
Once more the chauffeur heard Mr..
Southgate's opinion of him In rather
pertinent language There was moth
ing to do but to walk to Linden Lodge,
SO Irene and Arthur started out for
the jaunt. The distance was short,
but Irene was dressed for riding and
not for walking. Her dainty slippers
with high heels were little support.
and, Suddenly turning her ankle, she
uttered little cry.
Are you hurt?" exclaimed South
gate with some concern. There was
certainly something very congenial
about Irene Arlington. he decided.
'sNet bit" answered Irene, only
the heel of my slipper has come of"
what the deuce shall we do now?"
he cried. She smiled, and before she
could answer he added, For heavens
sake don't tell me that you Just love
to hop on one foot
mot that" laughed Irene, "but do
you go and get stone and knock the
other heel off; then can walk in slip
pers without heels, as the Riddles do.
Arthur Southgate had never learned
the cobbler's trade, but as he took of
the old slipper he almost wished he
had. The heel was knocked off, and he
put back the slipper. took of the other
and pounded the nails fiat, replaced
that, and in few minutes they were
on the porch of Linden Lodge.
Arthur sent Off a man from the
garage with fresh supply of gasoline
for his man down the road. Irene set
her hat Alright and awaited Arthur's
return