The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-08-08

her another mans photograph. but
must let that out some time. and there
was no especial reason for delay.
She accepted the invitation with
atacrity and appointed a night. I pro
cured a couple Of seats and wrote her
that would meet her at the station
and take her from there to the thea
ter; she would know me by a bit Of
orange ribbon worn in my buttonhole.
To keep up the fraud till her arrival
asked her to carry few violets in
her left hand.
When Miss Miller alighted from the
train and saw me. whom she had met
before. with the orange ribbon in my
buttonhole she stood still for a mo-
ment; then, simply remarking that we
had met before and had deceived her
about the photograph, We left the sta
ton, and, since it was summer even
ing and an hour must elapse before
the play would begin, we walked to q
park or central square and sat down
on one Of the benches. She then re-
proved me mildly for sending her the
wrong photograph but said she didn't
mind that since she had made my
acquaintance at G..
When we entered the theater and
took our seats but few people had
arrived. We enjoyed ourselves chat
ting about our telegraphic correspond
ence and watching the audience come
in. Suddenly my heart stood still.
Who should enter and take the two
, seats In the next row in front OF us
but Sam Atkins and Miss Miller's
friend, whom I had met at G., Ellen
Ornsby.
The expression on their faces was.
to say the least, peculiar Smiles
were struggling to assert themselves
which the three were endeavoring to
suppress. | cast hasty glance at my
companion and saw her eyes fairly
dance with mingled delight, mischief
and triumph.
knew at once that the game l had
been playing had not only been discov-
cred, but had been turned against me-
Sam, you rascalP' exclaimed
You're traitor to your own sexp'
My remark occasioned a burst of
laughter from the whole party except
myself
Come" said, explain the NATTER
At this moment the orchestra struck
up the overture. and In ten minutes
more the curtain rose My tormentors
forced me to wait till the end Of the
first act before giving me an explana-
ton; then my companion said:
Nellie Ormsby is telegraph OBJ
orator at the G. station and has been
your correspondent She sent you my
photograph, with my consent instead
Of her own, and, having no more con-
fidence In you In such a matter than
herself did not believe the likeness
you sent her was your own. She went
to NJ, taking the photograph with her,
and mutual friend Of hers and Mr..
Atkins there told her that it was his
picture. Before leaving town she saw
you at work at your instrument and
knew that you were her correspond
emit Then Mr. Atkins returned from
the war. She went again to NJ, made
his acquaintance and told him the
secret
IT,
the moment you entered the ballroom
Nellie recognized you. She saw your
attention fixed on me and introduced
You. Your enjoyment in the part you
were playing gave us double what was
evident in you. When your invitation
came we decided to spring the Joke
on you here at the theater We wrote
Mr.. Atkins to find out. If possible.
where our seats were and get two
more near them This he learned
through you
so you see that when man sets
himself up to outwit girl he must
sharpen his own wits on MILESTONE"
1t was all plain enough now. I
acknowledged myself beaten and after
the play invited the party to the best
supper that could be obtained
There is sequel to this story, but
not to be given here. The gist of it is
that paired of with Miss Miller and
Sam with Miss Ormsby.