The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-12-17

bered Cabots field as the place where
Walter had met her one day and con-
fessed his love among the daisies,
which are supposed never to tell low
ers' secrets.
Maisie was disturbed by these memo
ries that forced themselves upon her.
She did not wish to think of Walter
Avery, and she had dismissed him
from her mind for four years and re-
sented that she could not Danish him
from her niri.i3r, SHE FEET sure that
out there III the big worl, there was
waiting for her IN ideal lover. hand
some. courtly, POLISHED. rich.
At last came Bloomiielt's great dav
The road to Cahot's field was black
with vehicles of every description. BY
10 O'Clock every seat IN the stands was
nlled. and the four sides of the great
held were lined with carriages. motor
cars aiid farm wagons MaiSit. and her
mother We're there and hv good for
tune and tie kind offices OF Emma
Risley had sc.tirsfl fr,.ht row seats In
one OF the stands. Ten big balloons
swayed slowly. Juggling at their anchor
ropes. There were smell of escaping
gas, the music Of band and the
sound of many voices Maisie found
herself enjoying the excitement. IL
this was life she would like a taste
of 1t!
Emma Rlsley leaned across Maisfe
and spoke to Mrs. Pomeroy. II hear
Walter Avery's going up in one of the
balloons You know he's quite an
amateur balloonist. Mrs. Avery is wor-
ried almost to death about it,
"Ballooning is dangerous sport"
returned Mrs Pomeroy's calm voice.
but ! suppose Walter finds it a re
Taxation from his professional work"
Il guess he deserves all the fun be
gets. They say he worked like a Tro
Jan to get his degree, and now he's tc
go In partnership with city doctor"
Emma Risley sat back in her seat
There. they're of. Maisiei wonder
which is Walters balloon. Let me see
your programme. that's a lucky
number. anyway. DIR. Avery! Isn't
that funny? Seems as If | could see
Waiter as he was when he came to
school to me years ago. Think of his
being a DOCTOR"
Maisie was thinking entirely too
much for her own good She was thor
oughly frightened at the idea of Wal.
ter Avery's ascension In the balloon
She could see No. now. That was
Walter, tall, slender, supple of form,
bis dark hair blowing back from. his
forehead. He was looking their way.
Was he looking at her? She told her.
self that he could merely see the crowd
OF white faces; that he could not pick
out individuals Still he stared, and
then. Just as the anchors were cast
adrift and he started up. he waved
handkerchief toward them. Suddenly
Maisie's little handkerchief broke into
a auttering signal The fresh breeze
tore 1t from her hand. and 1t whirled
upward with balloon No. Z.
Walter leaned out. deftly caught the
bit of white, tucked it in his breast and
amid the cheers of the crowd went ur |
to an altitude that caused hearts to
throb and cheeks to pale with appre.
hension. When the last airship had be
come a mere speck In the sky the
crowd dispersed to other diversions
and Maisie aud her mother went home.
1t would be late in the afternoon be-
fore the balloons might be sighted on
the return trip. provided they were not
driven before adverse winds. Then
their return would be uncertain indeed
There was an excellent chance that
bome of them would never come back.
Maisie Pomeroy never forgot that
waiting time. In those hours died all
the foolish longing and discontentment
that had possessed her There was only
one thing she craved. and that was the |
life Of Walter Avery. whether he loved |
her now or not. She knew that she
loved him.
With the evening came the return OF |
the balloonists. every one safe. Walter
Avery winning the second prize, which |
ne did not care 6g for, because |
greater prize awaited him in Mrs. Pom
eroy's old fashioned garden. Bloomfield |
is thriving suburb now. and life there |
is by no means dull aud commonplace.
The balloon ground 10 now baseball
Geld.