The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-04-23

hogany dresser, and so, because she
felt sorry for herself, Susan proceeded
to extract some enjoyment from the
gloomy day.
She lunched in an expensive place
and ordered all the things she knew
would make her fat, although she loved
them. She bought herself a dream of
waist that was positive bargain.
and if Susan Ames was not an authori-
ty on furniture she understood the val
ue of clothes, and we may assume that
she really did secure bargain.
After the dissipation of purchasing
the waist which she really didn't need,
Susan felt the necessity for refresh
ment of some sort and went to a fash
ionable confectioner's, where she spent
an uncomfortable sum of money on a
tiny ice in a large glass. but she had
the inestimable privilege Of gazing
upon many people whom she read
about in the society columns Of the
Sunday newspapers, only unfortunate
ly she didn't know one from another.
and just when she had concluded that
a particularly stunning looking man
must be none other than the far famed
polo player. Dildine Hankley, some
body addressed the gentleman in ques-
ton as smith," and her structure of
identity fell
After the refreshment Susan went to
the matinee and nibbled box of ex-
pensive chocolates and wept over the
trials of a charmingly gowned heroine.
Then Susan went home.
1t was dusk when she reached the
suburb where they lived. She felt no
uneasiness at the Iateness of her re-
and dinner would be ready and wait
ing. Susan had been particular to
take the train that her husband usual
ly went home on, but to her surprise
he had not appeared
swell. Hilda." she said as the smiI
ing maid opened the front door, Pm
afraid Mr.. Ames missed the train
"Oh, no. Missus Ames." smiled Hil
da. Mr. Ames, he ban come home"
Indeed? Where is he?" Susan
glanced into parlor and library and
found them dark.
Hi, Susan. come up herev' called
her husbands voice from the second
floor. 1--WE got surprise for your
Susan went. strange premonition
assailing her as she slowly mounted
the stairs. Perhaps it was a queer lit
tie bark in her husbands voice as he
called that reminded her Of the man in
the auction room. That, coupled with
a surprise was ominous.
Tom Ames stood In the doorway of
the spare room, which was brilliantly
lighted. The offending oak dresser was
pushed into the hall, and there be-
tween the windows rested the mahog
any and brass glory of the auction
room
1t was the mahogany dresser.
''Oh, Tom. where did you get ?" Su-
sans voice was weak and very near to
tears.
Bought it at auction. Had an hour
to spare and ran around to that place
you read about. l might have got it
for $40, but some fool of a woman bid
against me and boosted the price to
$36. Thirty-six bones l paid for it,
my dear, and hope you like ity'
"Oh. Tomp' cried Mrs. Ames, and
she few to his arms and cried and
wept at the awful queerness of things
in this world that might be so well Or
dered Ii men only confded more in
their wives. OF course she didn't say
anything about this to Tom, who be-
lieved she was weeping with JOY, and
he was congratulating himself on being
one of those husbands who don't mind
paying 500 for an article that is worth
only $40 when the purchase of said ar
ticle can cause such pure joy In the
heart of little wife.
SO the Ameses were very happy over
the mahogany dresser even If 1t wasn't
solid mahogany. 1t was the kind feel
ing back of it that added to their en-
Joyment.
OF course Susan never told her hus-
band about her share III the bidding,
and that she was tho woman who had
raised the price on the dresser that her
husband was trying to buy for her
ayes" Mrs. Ames signs to har
friends, Eyes, my dear, have one So
cret from any husband that shall nev
er, never telll'
And so far she hasn't told.