The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1910-09-20
ESTABLISHED 1876

sweerly serious In the pale green light
| Of the arbor. 81 think my man can
put your car right. There seems to be
nothing serious the matter with it,
probably some small matter of adjust
ment"
While the chauffeur tinkered over
the car Annabelle related the story of
her ride. She omitted nothing, not
even the fact that she had deliberately
ran away from her aunt's musicale and
the great violinist nor her terror at the
last when her car sped down the hill
The man listened without interrupt
| tton. He smiled when she mentioned
Alvan Eldred, and he WINGED when
she described the terrible ride down
the hill. When she had finished he
told her that he had been sitting in
the arbor and had seen her approach
across the turf-had raced to meet her.
1t was nothing at all
$50 you did not want to see Alvan
Eldred." he said little later. Have
you ever heard him playw
"Once," admitted Annabelle, 'and it
was so heavenly it made me cry.
There was big crowd, and couldn't
see him, and didn't want to. l know
what they look like, and am always
disillusioned after l see them, some
are $3.50 grubby. you know. This
time he played an old thing, the inter
me1zo from 'Cavalleria,' you know, and
I've wanted to hear it again just as he
played 1t, only
You're afraid of the garlic and the
greasy coat collar, chr" He was smil-
ing down at her In the friendliest sort
Of way
II know you think I'm horrld about
1t and not bit artistic. but
II don't like garlic myself" he con-
fessed cheerfully. las for questiona-
BILE coat collars-ughi Nevertheless,
I'm afraid you do Eldred an injustice
He's an American, you know
you see how narrow and prejudiced
and silly am" said Annabelle, rising
and moving toward the door. 81 never
even knew that. thought he was a
Pole-or something. 1t is growing
late, and your man seems to have fixed
my car"
"I'm going with you-with your per-
mission-to see that you reach home
safely. Pierre can follow with my
car and bring me home. You have
told me your name. but have not yet
introduced myself Wait a moment.
please; do not turn your head
With slight bow he left her stand
ing in the doorway, her back to the
interior of the arbor. He passed In
side, and she heard slight rattle, a
whining twang as string frightened.
and then the strains of the intermezzo
trembled on the air-played as only a
master could play it-as Avian Eldred
had never played 1t before
Annabelle stood spellbound, her blue
eyes like stars. her red lips parted.
wave after wave of rose color flushing
her startled face Before he had fin
ished she had turned and was facing
him, inspiring him to greater effort,
and there passed between them at the
moment a great understanding.
When he had finished AnnabeIle
pressed her hands against her eyes.
II feel as If had always been asleep
las though l had just awakened"
she said softly.
He made no reply. Quietly he put
away the violin which had wrought
this wonderful thing for him, and 81
lently they entered the little car which
had brought Annabelle so strangely
into the garden.
At home he smiled down at her. 81
may come againY
Eyes, indeed"
Garlic? Long hairy' His hand
brushed his cropped head
Il don't mind. really" blushed An
nabelle, with starry eyes.
His tone of banter changed to one
of tender gravity. To Annabelle it
sounded like the deeper notes of his
violin. You ran away from me. and
yet we met after all. Are you gladf
l amp Without waiting for answer
he jumped into his waiting car and
with last backward look was gone.
Annabelle smiled mysteriously as he
vanished in cloud of dust "And
I'm glad. too-glad. gladr' Then with
swift. graceful movement she bent
down and kissed the steering wheel Of
the little automobile.