The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-06-22
NEVER LET ANYTHING SEPARATE YOU AND
BURT"

him as he strobe down the walk. "And
don't forget to read every line / pub
lish," came indistinctly to his ears as
he turned the corner to the station.
Burton Harold was tied to his Office
day and night for the next three
weeks, scarcely having time to snatch
bit to eat or an hours rest. Yet the
dainty, dark beauty Of Janet's charm
ing face fioated tantalizingly before
the dusty lawbooks or the ttresome
documents.
He had not heard a word from her
since be had mailed the addresses, and
he wondered whether he could have
been mistaken and Janet's work was
actually making good. On the Satur-
day of a third week he locked the door
Of Office A, Smith block, and took the
train down to the village to gladden.
his mothers heart by sight of himself
and his eyes by sight Of Janet.
He found the girl pale and quiet,
with very little to say. 1t was not I'M
til the end of the call that he had the
courage to ask about her literary work.
At his 1rst word the unnatural calm
gave way and she cried like child.
"It's no use, Burt" she sobbed. "I've
tried and tried. but everything comes
back with a polite OF no use,' and I
know it is just because they don't
read my work"
Burt was soreIy tempted. Had he
followed his own inclination ne would
have gathered the girl into his strong
arms and hidden the senseless editors
go wherever they pleased. But this was
out Of the question. "Tll tell you,
Janet" he said soothingly-"give me
your work and I'll take 1t back with
me tomorrow and see what can do"
And SO the matter rested, and Bur
ton returned to his Office with roll OF
classical raptures, such as "The Lushy
Marsh Where the Cows Stood Knee
Deep In Cowslipsr and other totally
unstable works Of his ambitious sweet
heart
He took up another story and read
through one long outburst over "a full
blown apple orchard. where the busy
bee doth ply his trade" awful, aw-
fulp he said to himself. But what
can you expect from a college girl?
Why, can't even doctor these lists of
adjectives up They are only at for
the wastebasket."
The next day brought brief letter
to Janet:
Dear Janney-Inclosed will find check
& Orch ar9
Fun Bloom" Address your work now to
Office A, Smith block. It's an agency for
short stories, and they will take any
thing you will send them. Don't know
what magazines they use. but their work
goes all over the country. Congratula-
lions on your great luck. As ever,
BURT.
The next time Burton visited his
mother in the village it was several
months after the above letter.
Janet was radiant. glowing and,
above all. tender. She conflded to him
that she received from So to $40 for
every article and often 500 for a story
and that she made as high as $40
month. Burt only smiled and listened.
Everything was rose colored now
and burned to a deeper hue when
Janet whispered at the gate, you can
ask me anything you please now, Burt,
dear" And he rode back to the city,
his cheek tingling under the rosy seal
she had set there as safeguard
against all danger.
1t was near spring when Mrs. Har-
old was suddenly taken Ill. In her con-
dition she needed loving care, so Janet
went down to stay with the gentle
old lady, who, she thought, would not
live to see the little wedding planned
for June.
Burton came home on Saturday, and
the feeble old lady watched the couple
with tear dimmed eyes and many soft
" breathed prayers. Toward night