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

ed chair. And now be off about your
business, Mr.. Marriage Brokerw
She smiled derisively at him. Emory
picked up his hat and ran down the
steps.
"What are your engagements for this
evening, Jean?' he asked calmly.
'The dance at the Bicknells', oil
coursevr
"And Miss Leigh-and the count?'
"They dine with Mrs. brake and
come to the dance afterward."
81 will see you at Bicknells', Jean.
Come early, DEAR" he said brazenly.
run away, you bold. bad. mere
American retorted Miss Bernard sau-
ely; then she watched him as he strobe
down the path and on to the shore
road. warm light in her gray eyes.
II would whether auntie married the
count or not" she murmured mysteri-
ously.
"Eet ees re beautifulness of re even
ing Eat appeals to my lovaire soul"
gurgled Count Leon Despagne as he
Joined Miss Dorinda Leigh on the We
randa of the Frake mansion.
Miss Leigh adjusted a lorgnette to
her high bridged nose and peered up
at the star jeweled sky and then over
the moonlit bay, with its hundred an
Choir lights vaguely indicating the
whereabouts of pleasure craft.
1T is very pleasant" she replied
practically, but Of course 1t cannot
compare with your own country! The
romance, the beauty, the stateliness Of
the old chateau She sighed luxuri-
ously.
"Ah, eet ees glorious, re vale de
Loire, re magnificent Chateau Despagne.
All, mademoiselle, what ees all of eet
without your beautiful niecef You
hat been so kind, so gracious, you are
quite = sureY" His voice quavered
dOubtfully.
There is no doubt about 1t. count"
returned Miss Leigh in tone of decl-
sion. "Of course Miss Bernard Is quite
young, but l assure you she is not as
thoughtless as she may appear, and
am quite sure that your affection is
reciprocated."
The count grasped her thin white
hand with an ecstatic cry. At that mo-
ment a servant approached them. "a
note for Miss Leigh" he said
Miss Leigh went to the drawing
room window and perused the note In
the stream CT light that sifted through
the lace draperies. When she turned
her face was quite white and her
hands shook TREMENDOUSLY.
''Order my car around, please" she
said to the servant, and as he departed
she whispered to the count: This is
terriblel l have just received news
that my niece has eloped with that
villainous young Emory! VIII you join
me in the pursuit, dear count?"
"Sacrew muttered the count bitterly
as he followed Miss Leigh to the draw
ing room to make their adieus Five
minutes later they were seated In the
tonneau of the huge vehicle and whirl-
ing rapidly along the shore road to-
yard the east.
AS the miles curled out from under
the tires Miss Leigh gasped scanty par
ticulars of the flight.
1T was an anonymous letter, from
some friend, suppose. They eloped
from the Bicknell dance in his auto
mobile. going toward the east
-.Zere are SO many cars" whimpereo
the count, turning up the collar OF bis
light overcoat, I'VE. cannot identify re
villain" His thin voice shook with
rage
at is a white car There are not
many going this way. You see we
are meeting some. None of them Is
white. have ordered Francois to
spare nothing to make the time" The
chauffeur, bending low over the steer
ing wheel, let out the speed a little
more, and the machine swayed from
side to side with tipping, tearing
grind that precluded any further con-
versation.
Watchful and observant, Miss Leigh
and her guest sank into silence, and an
hour passed as they whirred their way
through town and village, eluding Wig
liant consta bles with reckless daredev-
iltry on the part of Francois. who was
drunk with lust of speed. On the
outskirts of the city Miss Leigh or
dered him to slow down, and presently
the machine painted motionless at the
roadside while Miss Leigh and the
count took counsel together.
At that instant, out Of the darkness
behind them, there shot triangular
ray of light, and white car swooped
down and stopped beside them.
"Oh, Aunt Dorindal How could
your came Jeans reproachful young
voice.
Count, l am sure you can make
some explanationr Numbered Emory
In stentorian tones.
"How could l whatf What do you
mean. Jean? Such impertinence on
your part, Mr.. Emory! Why-l under
stood received note saying that
YOU and Jean were clipping, and OF
course-of course the count and were
pursuing your
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