The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-10-05


DOW, sOBBED SOFTLY.
of the dusk and stopped before the
gate.
Olives heart leaped and then sank,
for the mans voice was not Roberts.
'GThat you, Oliver 1t was Frank
Winton's deep bass.
EYES," she said rather TREMENDOUSLY.
Father homer"
mo; he and mother have gone to
meeting"
''Tell your father if he's still of the
same mind about his twenty acres of
woodland he'd better stop in and see
me in the morning. I've found pur-
chaser for it."
Every well," said Olive, 81 will tell
him"
waiting for RobY" his voice came
loosely out of the darkness.
Olive hesitated. "Nog she said curt
ly.
That's all right, them" remarked
Mr.. Winton cheerfully, because l met
Rob on the mountain road driving to-
ward the Heights; had Matte Ryder
with him, and Snowbird was just
Swimming over the ground! Pretty
good horse that. Night, Olive. Don't
forget to tell your father"
"Good nightw said Olive mechanical
ly.
When the hoof beats had died away
she went up the steps and sat down in
a big chair on the porch. ALI at once
she felt queer and strange and very
choky about the throat, and suddenly
great warm drops splashed on her
clasped hands.
She was crying because Robert Win
ton, her betrothed lover, had failed to
keep his appointment with her, but
was riding over the mountain roads
with Matte Ryder, the most hateful
girl in Leighton village-the home
lest and most hateful!
Olive wiped the tears from her eyes
and stared resentfully into the shad-
owy garden. White lilies swayed in
ghostly fashion on their long stems,
and waves of fragrance swept toward
her with every breeze.
OF course this would be the end Of
everything. for she would never mar
ry Robert now A man who would en-
gage himself to one girl and within a
week pay noticeable attention to an
other-and some one whom Olive de-
tested-was not worthy of any wom-
ans love!
Through the stiffness came the sharp
clatter OF hoofs on the hill road. and
Olive ran hastily into the house and
extinguished the parlor lamp. Then
she ran up to her room and locked the
door and knelt by the window.
The carriage stopped in front of the
house, and some one tied horse at
the hitching post. Then Roberts firm
tread sounded on the path, and she
heard his voice calling.
"Oliver he said in a low tone.
There was no reply.
"Olive!' he called again. where are
you, sweetheart"
The girl on her knees by the window
sobbed softly to herself in the dark
ness.
Love was calling to her in thrilling
tenderness below her window, yet she
dared not go. Going down now meant
the sacrifice of her maidenly pride.
She loved Robert Winton as she never
could love again, but share him with
another she would not. No matter
what his excuse for riding with Mat
tie Ryder she would not condone the
offense. Would not Matte boast of it
to all the other girls when Olives en-
gagement was announced? She blush
ed angrily.
"OliveY The voice was more insist
ent now.
There was a ring of sincerity In 1t
that drowned the jealous doubts clam
oring within her. Before her mental
vision arose the picture of Roberts
face as he had hidden her farewell for
the last time.
In an instant she was flying down
the stairs and fumbling at the door,
latch. and in another instant she was
in Roberts arms, her head upon his
broad breast, her fears and doubts for-
gotten.
II want to tell you why l am so
late" said Robert after awhile. Il
was coming down the mountain when
/ met
"You needn't tell me II you don't
want to-" said Olive bravely. \
would rather not know"
s.NonsenseT laughed her lover, press
ing her closer to him. u met Frank