The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-10-10

who took much interest in an account
Of bis Illness. The Beeks sent wagon
after Thorley's trunk. and he was COM
fortabIy installed in large front
room, with a fire OF hickory logs
Frightening the cool twilight
He saw the sunset glory above the
mountain peak. He heard the song Of
birds and the gentle lowing, Of the
cows. He slept in the hammock for
hours, lulled by the sweet breezes that
swept through the pines He walked
longer distances every day, regaining
health and strength as the summer
advanced.
In the meantime the pretty niece Of
the Beeks-Margie they called hep
fitted around the place like slim,
bright eyed bird. Sometimes she read
to Thorley as he lay in the hammock,
and sometimes he read to her, but the
themes he chose led by devious ways
to the sweet subject Of love, and when
ever she gained clew to the thread
Of his narrative she would fly away
with flushed cheeks and eyes hidden
behind a soft sweep Of long lashes.
Then Thorley would not see her for
a day or two
One day Mrs. Beck came out and sat
in big rocking chair near Thorley's
hammock andzknitted busily at scar
let shawl.
''Margie is driving with Mart Bent
~" said Mrs Beck, as II this piece
Of news was NOT the most stupendous
blow Thorley had ever experienced
Mart Bently." repeated Thorley.
'sWhy. whyf" His voice ended inter
negatively.
Il expect Margie likes to be with
him. You know they were .playmates
when they were little" said Mrs. Beck
calmly.
Il didn't know" said ThorIey saw
agely.
"Of course you couldn't be expected
to know about 1t. I'm glad to see you
looking so much better, Mr.. Thorley."
she went on. I'VE pride ourselves that
Rosedale has been the making OF you"
ut has, together with your good
care, Mrs. Beck" he said gratefully.
II hope you'll run out often, said
Mrs. Beck pleasantly. Maybe you
have one OF lIase automobiles
Yes. | have. anuesss-e roads are all
right" said ThorIey, with .sosae spir.
its. II suppose Miss Margie ns.' be
here all summer"
II suppose So" said Mrs. Beck, ris-
IN IN looun sfrIoro oovr,o ANork anA
Margie now. They're handsome
couple"
Thorley did not stop to verify this
statement He turned out Of the ham,
mock and strobe across the lawn and
down through the orchard, where he
leaned against the fence which border
ed deep, rumbhng brown brook.
His rebeiiious heart was humping
angrily, strongly. He alonged for the
touch Of Margie's cool. slim fingers
and the glance Of her soft, dark eyes.
But very likely her fingers and her
soft glances were for Mart Bently. the
good looking young stock raiser, whose
place adjoined that Of the Beeks.
Thorley did not hear a light step on
the orchard grass, and 1t was not until
Margie's slim white clad figure ap-
peared beside him that he knew he
was not alone.
He looked at her without speaking
for a moment; then suddenly he turn
ed and crushed her hands in his strong
grasp. Marjorie" he said hoarsely.
'how long are you intending to keep
up the gamer?
I'm only farmers daughter be-
gan Miss Fenton demurely, when some
thing in his eyes drove her to her last
defenses.. Fired ThorIey. you are the
very stupidest mortal''-
"Why?" he broke in eagerly.
Because you don't understand that
became farmers daughter for your
sake" she finished. with her head on
his shoulder. Il was worried to death
when you were Ill. and ] longed to do
something for you and was so 1eal-
GUS Of that trained nurse you had
Never noticed her looks" said Thor
ley cheerfully.
$50 told DR.. Gregory to send you
down here. and would be here to
entrap you to coming to Uncle Ma
than's. and hasn't it been the most de-
lightful summer you ever spent7'' she
asked
Thorley's answer was not audible.