The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-07-20
LOVES INTUITION.
A Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
ex MARY WOOD.

mock conVeuuOu Was III LUZ owing
Miss Maybrfck called 1t a hornets nest
and preferred the doubtful GOODNESS OF
the piazza. But, then. she was col
lege professor, too superior to appre-
ciate the Joys of the younger set.
Jane Carew, however, sometimes
agreed with her. This afternoon she
hid her face behind book, while girl
ish fancies carried her far above the
swaying leaves up into the perfect
blue of the July sky. How lovely ma
fure was this summer, how full life OF
new delightsl
Miss lfaybrick's name brought her
back to earth agafn-Miss Maybrick,
the one cloud in her sky.
"Oh, yes, she approves Of him." saucy
Madge was saying. "She can put up
with his sunburned face, roughened
hands and the general boorishness OF
a farmer. But suppose at her age
any man Is acceptable. To tell the
truth, have almost reached that con-
dition myself in this man forsaken
spot" And she shook her head In
mock despair.
"Jane agrees with her," some one
added a little maliciously. "She never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her."
A book went down with a crash and
angry spots Of scarlet glowed in James
cheeks as she said defantly: John
Etaunton is not boor. He ~ gen
tleman. Just because he scorns to
talk the twaddle that men usually
think good enough for US girls you
vote him boor. He often makes me
ashamed of the little know, and the
books he lends me have opened up
new world, a world bigger and better
than all the flirting and shams and
heartaches that go to make up so
ciety. No wonder he likes to talk to
Miss Maybrick. She's worth the whole
lot OF MS when it comes to knowing
the things that are worth whilew
The girl stopped short with gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle. "Oh, what
have said r she cried and buried her
face In her cushions.
But Madge's gay voice was tender as
she stroked the brown head. you've
read us q lecture, jamie, dear" she
said gently, but fancy we needed 1t
bit. It's horrid to talk about one of
your friends the way we talk about
Staunton, and we ought to ask your
pardon. AS for Miss Maybrick, she's a
stuck up old thing, and you're ever so
much nicer than she in spite Of all she
knows. Just wait till Cousin Alex
comes next week and see the new
world that he opens to you. He is
really literary and writes things for
other people to read
James face was still hidden. She
was battling to overcome her tears
and even harder to drive out Of her
heart the unreasonable jealousy Of the
older woman that somehow had crept
into it. The time had been when she
would have scorned her as a rival, but
love had made her humble. Youth and
beauty seemed of small weight to cast
into the scales against years OF scho-
lastic training and study.
Cousin Alex came. He was slim,
dapper young man, with an important
manner rather at variance with his
size. But he had way Of retailing
old jokes that made them seem new
and a stock of compliments suited
to every age and was therefore greatly
I'm favor among the guests at the
sleepy old farmhouse. AS BETTING his
pretensions as a journalist he ratified
on increasingly about books and litera-
ture. He knew this man and that
book, and, above all, he was one whose
name should some day stand foremost
In the world Of letters. The date was
not yet set, but he spoke Of his novel
mysteriously, even reverently, and his
feminine audience was accordingly i'm
pressed.
More or less unwillingly Jane was
compelled to listen to many Of these
predictions, for cousin Alex" at once
developed a fondness for her society.
Perhaps certain glances that Staunton
cast In his direction added zest to the
chase. Perhaps 1t was the elusive
fashion In which the girl received his
advances. Certain 1t is that weeks
time had earned him the very fitting
name Of James shadow"
Yet to Jane herself each day seemed
to bring more unhappiness. Staunton
came as often as ever. but at sight OF
Alex by her side he left the laughing
group to chat with Miss Maybrick In
intimate aloofness. And as the gir
saw the door to the beautiful new
world closing because the hand Of him
who held 1t open was withdrawn the
pain and WEAKNESS Of her old friyo-
lous life seemed almost past bearing.
Her eyes were more wistful than she
knew one evening as she saw tall
muscular figure swing up the walk
with the easy, confident stride of the
man who was master of his fate
Staunton's face softened as he met
them. and, though Cousin Alex Ham
bin was on hand, as usual, he settled
himself on the top step with the all
of a man who had come to stay. The
brown eyes were downcast now. but
shy blush of pleasure still flushed bel
cheeks.
There was always visible air o.
constraint between the two men, bu
Hamblin rose manfully to the occa
sion. Here was a most longed for op
portunity to prove to Miss Jane tha
Staunton was but boor Of farmer
.Ax1- III nra NJ match For q man N
the world like himself.
II the older man detected his hall
vefied tone of patronage, he only
smiled quiazically. Indeed, his position
soon grew more untenable than that
Of his adversary. AS the conversation
ranged from books to men and back
to books again Jane saw. with thrill
Of pride, that Staunton more than held
his own What is more, he held his
temper, a precaution neglected by the
other.
At last the talk fell upon one Of the
recent novels. book of unusual
strength and breadth OF view. Jane
had read It several times, for it had
seemed to point her to the new life she
longed to i've Staunton was silent, as
though In unspoken condemnation
Thereupon Hamblin became an enthu-
siastic defender and openly scoffed at
his lack of appreciation.
A shadow crossed the moonlit porch.
but the three did not see Miss May
brick till her voice broke In on the
controversy.
'sYou would not expect Mr.. Staunton
to criticise his own book, would your
she said calmly. Then. as her ear
caught James low exclamation of won
der, she added In a tone Of surprise:
Had you not guessed that he was an
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