The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-09-14

saw some one particularly interest
ing. You must find out who he is,
Mort"
Morton Ellis was one whose scalp
lock hung on Alma's jeweied belt, but
the fact had long since ceased to pain
him.
"Still at your old tricks, Alma! How
was the fellow dressed?"
"Oh, Morton, don't ask me about his
clothes! His hair was curly, just like
the color of Fanchette's hide. And his
eyes-deep blue and distracted look
ing. He wouldn't have seen me if
you hadn't dropped your handker-
chiefy' surmised Morton.
1.-THE wind-there really was a wind
twisted my scarf around his feet
and he restored it to me. You must
find out for me. Mort"
"Any distinctive featureT question
ed her cousin.
Alma wrinkled her forehead. mo
but, Mort, he had satchel with tiny
wood handled something"
"Geologist's hammer" hazarded FL
lis. "a college man, lassie!
Next afternoon Mort announced that
Alma's scarf rescuer was Leslie Read
ing, professor of geology, enthusiastic
to degree over his work, and a fire.
Quenter Of the Wanden road.
"Oh, Mort" Alma greeted him that
evening. 81 came upon Professor Read
ing on the Wanden road! He explained
so many things I've always wanted to
know about rocks, and, Mort, he's COM
ing to my reception next week"
Reading had always held an old
fashioned idea that love was some
thing to be spoken Of only after lengthy
acquaintance, nor did his idea, much
to Alma's irritation, change after he
met her.
Determined before the summer va
cation to make his tongue tell what
his eyes had already eloquently told.
Alma began to treat him with an I'M
certain tenderness that convinced him
that she loved him.
81 never dreamed that you would
ask me to marry you," she lightly told
him when, at the great June reception
at the Laurens house, he spoke In rev
erent humility.
"How could you think l cared for
your"
"How could / think of itY Reading
asked when he at length understood.
"You made me think Of it,"
Alma's mirror after the reception
that evening reflected an alluring
creature in her splendid yellow satin
gown, but he had not been sufficiently
affected by the glamour Of her beauty
to beseech her to change her mind.
vexed and disappointed. she had sent
away the gown she had worn.
1t was October again. The western
college town had never had concert
to equal the one now in progress.
isn't she beautiful The instructor
who had thrown up professorship in
an eastern city for this humber place
heard this breathed as he sat listening
with downcast eyes.
"Do look, Professor Reading! Oh,
that gownl Ohp'
Leslie looked up. There behind the
footligths stood a girl with masses OF
red brown hair waved simply back
from her face. The gown she wore
with charming grace might have been
Alma Laurens' June reception gown
thought Reading. And was it not?
Madeline Coyle did not like the star
ing to which she was subjected, but
there was something In the evidently
unconscious gaze of pair of solemn
blue eyes that followed her during the
next day at the hotel that made her
heart beat quicker.
Long acquaintance is not necessary
to love. Madeline knew this very soon
and she began to find it hard to sing
before the serious listener in the front
row each evening 1t was series OF
concerts that was being sung In the
college town.
And Reading knew before the weeks
end that the heart be had believed