The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-09-02

AHuAeaA NECK the pr6LIloSJ girl IN
resort had ever seen.
Carteret took hasty glance at tn
hotel registry as Beggsie, the oflcia
toter of suitcases, led her away to he
room.
Vivian LOvejoy." he read. "Of
Vivian, you are like lone rosebu
In the famished desert. Vivian
Vivian"
Shut up. Don't be a cad" NUT
tered Don. stuf1ng his big tame,
hands into his linen trousers pockets
and staring moodily after the girl
Even If we do happen to be tn
jumping of place in the summer re
sort line, you don't have to act like
grinning idiot. Wonder why she eve
landed here"
But the fact remained that she haa
landed. and from her preparations, /
was seen she meant to stay. Sh,
took the best room left, one over
looking the falls and the sweep O
rapids clear around the bend Of tn,
headland that gave the place it.
name. Every day she went to tn,
pine grove above the falls, and strolle(
around alone, studying every point o
land. After lunch she took the patti
below the falls and walked up anC
down first on one side. then CROSSING
the little bridge to the other.
Carteret tried to join her to explain
the beauties OF the place and the ole
legend Of the falls. They were not sc
very high, hardly over ninety feet
but even In the summer they were
turbulent, fed by the lake above.
You see," Carteret would say, In
dams used to be around here, and they
had a custom of sending one CIR
over the falls every year in a REQ
canoe for a sort of sacrifice to the
spirit of the falls"
Il have heard OF the custom before, ;
said Vivian. AT Niagara they did it
too, I think But these falls seem
too small for the leap to be fatal
It's the rocks under the water
They're like jagged teeth, and they
rip the bottom out OF any boat that
goes over II she did get to the bot
tom OF the falls the rocks in the
rapids would catch her. Nice little
plan, wasn't it?''
It's wonderfully picturesque place
think it is just what 1 have been
looking for"
Artist"
She smiled and shook her head
turning her parasol SO he could not
watch her
mo. I'm just an ordinary summer
tramp. Where is Mr.. Marden?"
Fishing" laconically.
He goes fishing every day, doesn't
he"
Every day assented Carteret hap
PLY Just below the rapids about
quarter of a mile
Can he swim?"
I'VE all swim here" He looked
down at her with sudden suspicion.
Why was she asking all these ques-
tons about Don Marden, the one man
at the Neck who did not appeal to
women. He was tall and decidedly
homely. He had no chivalrous ways,
no little attentive tricks to WOO them
by He was short spoken and roughly
dressed. Rainy days when the other
guests of the hotel kept to the shelter
of the verandas living room, he
staked forth with placid grin on
his face and the rain dripping from
his old felt hat, with a fishing rod
balanced In one hand and a basket
in the other
Is he anybody special?" Vivian
asked once, watching his stalwart,
stopped figure stalk down to the glen.
He acts as If he always did just as
he pleases.''
He came here because the fishing
is good. He comes every year. No
body knows who he is. He comes for
July and August, then goes away"
Carteret gave the information grudg-
ingly Don't be interested in him.
He's q dub, a perfect dub" 1t was
the only term that seemed to fit Don
Marden Il would do anything in the
world for you"
She smiled at him, looking up from
the letter he had just brought to her.
1t was the letter she had waited for
over two weeks They were coming
the next day Kitson, Bayly and the
rest. There was not another hour to
lose. She leaned forward to Carteret
with look in her lovely dark eyes
he had never seen there. He noticed
how her hair curled around her tenn
pies and hid her ears. She was dis
tractingly pretty, not beautiful, but
Just pretty, pretty as girl could be,
he thought
Can you get me a red cancer" she
asked. "And not tell anyone? l want
1t tomorrow morning surely"
Carteret promised He would have
promised the evening star If she had
asked for it in that tone. All that
Gay In the rain he hunted red canoe.
There was not such a thing at Indian
Neck, he was told, but down the river
three miles, he found a canoe hauled
up beside an old cabin, and its owner
parted with it for a weekly rental.
Red paint he found at the village
store, and another bill changed hands
that he might turn the canoe upside
down in the hotel barn and paint it.
Put in plenty of dryer, old man."
advised Don, taking a last look at
him before dinner You're doing
fine. Who's it for? The little red
head?"
Jaw, shut up, can't your" groaned
Carteret huskily You shouldn't be
allowed to speak of girl"
So? She has red hair. hasn't she?
Or is it chestnut? Is she going to
paddle her own cancer"
Carteret's low toned humble men
toned place not on the summer tour
lists map. Doggedly he finished his
Job and the little trim canoe stood
respondent in its coat of red. Vivian
came out to look at it. and she was
radiant
Its SO dear of you, Mr.. Carteret,
to hurry it for me-" she said "I'll
pay for it tomorrow, and for your
time"
Carteret's response was very fervid.;
He wanted no pay for this work of
love. He adored her. He was her
willing slave
Are you really?" she unused. Then
wait for me down at the bend Of the
river tomorrow at sunset, just where
the rapids end"
The following morning four
strangers arrived at Indian Neck They
we're men, with certain curious arti-
cles Of baggage. and they hired the
corner suite of the hotel, and mixed
not with the local gathering of wits
In the corridors or Office. They went
over the ground on both sides of the,
tells and the rapids carefully during