The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-03-12
ESTABLISHED 1876

at the outcome of his Joke upon the
white cat, Bob Folsom paused, uncer-
tain what to do. Miss Lane was an
elderly woman, and the sudden de-
scent Of the powder must not only
have startled her. but might have
caused her suffering. Bob remember
ed what Mrs. Porter had said about
Miss Lanes asthma, and he resolved
to make amends as far as lay in his
power. Consequently he dashed into
bathrobe and slippers and went out
into the darkened hall and down the
black pit Of the stairway to the base
ment hall He was CROPPING his way
toward the rear door, which he could
see was still open, when a voice close
beside him asked quietly:
who are you, and what do you
want?"
IL beg your pardon, Miss Lane,
| Is it not?" he stammered
Eyes, am Miss Lane" Bob heard
button click, and Instantly the hall
was flooded with light
He leaned weakly against the wall
and actually stared at the vision that
confronted him. If this was Miss
Lane who was the CLASSY eyed lady
who had peered at him over the ban
lister that very morning?
She was beautiful. She was young,
not more than twenty-thr with a
peach tinted complexion, green eyes,
| dark eyebrows and-red hairl She
was the antithesls of his ideal In every
respect, and he should have turned
away from her with superb Indiffer-
ence only he fell head over heels in
love with her at once-yes, red hair
and all. And the lovely waving red
hair was powdered thickly with white
talcum, and the peach tint of her COM
plexion was fiecked with talcum, and
the dark blue silk Of her dressing
gown was hecked with 1t, and even
the tip of her adorable nose AS for
Snowfall, clasped in the curve of her
soft arms, he was tossing powder with
every angry shake of his head.
OF course Bob Folsom had to apollo
gize, and he did it hastily, stumbling
over his words as he watched for
some CLEAN of forgiveness In the
green eyes.
tOf course you didn't know" she
said when he had concluded, "and of
course poor SNOWFALL doesn't like it a
bit. I'm glad that went down after
him instead Of Aunt Cleopatra. She
would really have minded he pow
der" She smiled sweetly at Bob as
she proceeded on her way 81 wonder
If you would mind closing the door
and putting out the lights. l heard
you coming downstairs, and was so
frightened that 1 did not stop to close
the door. l felt that must find out
who 1t was"
''Your voice did not sound frightened,
and-well, really, I'm afraid I've been
awfully old maidish about that cet l
suppose you were anxious about
him he was saying when she inter
rupted him with negative gesture Of
her head that sent two long red braids
flying over her shoulders.
mo, indeed; I'm not bit anxious or
fond of Snowball-he Is so cross and
scratchy. But Aunt Cleopatra adores
him, and that is why I've had to go
down and call him In every evening at
bedtime. l suppose you heard me-"
He blushed and nodded sheepishly
81 thought Ii must be Miss Lane
your aunt, you know"
She cast an enigmatic smile over he
shoulder as she went up the stat.
the snow white cat Rugged close to her
bosom. When she had disappeared
Bob Folsom locked the door, snapped
out the light and tiptoed up to his
room. Before he returned to bed he
stood looking out into the moonlit
yard his face soft with the wonder
and delight of one who sees beloved
dreams coming true.
1T is my dream girl all right, even
If her hair and eyes are not the color
| wanted. 1 wonder how I could have
admired any other combination! Ev-
erything seems to go by contraries.
It's Aunt Cleopatra instead of Jemima.
Her name must be something very
beautiful and golden. I wonder how
soon can find outr'
OF course Bob Folsom found out the
girls name long before he married her.
and what do you think 1t VAST