The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-02-14

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"I'vE GOT YOU NOW, PHYLLIS GILES"
them in row on the table. There
were seven in all.
Looks like cake sale" he grinned
somewhat anxiously. 81 hope none of
the chaps happen in. They'll think
Pm all off if they see this layout; but.
by George, I'll find her If it takes the
rest of my lifer
He walked around the table, survey
ing its toothsome burden with a crit
ical eye OF all the cakes he decided
that his last purchase was the hand
soonest, the lightest and the most de-
liciously fragrant
"Now for TASTE" he said, plunging
silver knife in the first one. The
slice was clean and yellow and full of
currants. Billy wrinkled his nose dis
painfully and laid down the slice.
"Phyllis never made that one" he
commented. "Her cakes always have
raisins in. Now for the next oner'
One after another he tried the diff
ferent cakes, shifting, tasting, exam
ming and shaking his head obviously
after each operation.
At last he came to his latest pur-
chase, the Valentine cake, and If one
watched him closely they might have
observed that his cheeks paled and his
firm lips were compressed into straight
colorless lines. Suddenly he groaned
and laid down the knife
'Tf this one shouldn't be hers!" he
muttered desperately, and then, with
an upward fling of his handsome head,
he plunged the knife into the cake near
its edge, careful not to disturb the dec
orations that adorned the top. He
drew out piece, yellow and rich and
GRUMPY, full of great raisins and tiny
flecks of spice.
With the air of one participating in
some great ceremony Billy Delwin ate
the cake slowly. enjoying to the full
ished he laid down the knife and sat
down in big leather covered chair,
the color flooding his tanned cheeks.
'Ive found her! I've found her at
last!' he cried exultantly. Nobody in
the world ever baked that cake except
Phyllis Giles. She made one last year
for her Valentine party-same size,
same flavor, same decoration-and you
can't fool me. siri'
He turned the cake slowly around
and viewed ii from all sides. Her
hands made it. she touched 1t, and she
placed all those little hard red hearts
about the edge. and not one Of those
hearts is harder than Phyllis own
heart or she would never have hidden
herself away from me in this manner
As If Mr.. Giles failure and suicide
could make any other difference to me
than to feel more tenderly toward her!
If nothing had happened or if Phyllis
had not hidden away after it was
over we should have been married by
this time instead of my following up
the only clew l ever could get-that
she had come to New York and was
baking cakes for the Woman's Ex-
changed I've bought plum cakes from
every exchange in the city, believe,
Until tic 0OluCA iOOh OA uC Win cuc-
picion" He sat for a long time In
silence, and then he arose and bundled
the cakes into their boxes.
The last purchase he wrapped care
fully and replaced in its box. Then he
got into his overcoat, picked up his
hat. and with the cake under his arm
he sought the street. Presently he
was once more standing before the
counter in the Woman's Exchange.
The tea tables were empty now, and
| there was no one around save the
stern visaged woman who had waited
upon him earlier in the afternoon.
"Will you kindly break your rule and
tell me the name Of the young lady
who made this cake?" he asked with
the keenest anxiety In his deep voice.
at is impossible" said the woman
primiy.
would you forward letter to her
IL l should write oneT pleaded Billy.
Certainly notr' And her shocked
expression was the first glimrner Of
humor that Billy had seen tn the dull
fabric of this wearisome chase after
the girl he loved
"Will you call her on the telephone
and allow me to talk with herr per-
Isisted Billy. Really, madam. you win