The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-08-26
"Peggy. Sin" Sac said again.

Peggy, sir" she said again.
For while the gentleman of colo
NAL days gave up the effort. He
danced with the colonial dame. She
was light as bit of thistle down and
knew all manner of dainty steps. As
midnight drew near the colonial gen.
tleman condescended to pleading. 1T
will soon be time to unmask Surely
the fact that we are both guests at the
Markersons is an assurance that am
some one whom you may know give
you my name-it is Phillip Moore May
| know yours, sweet, my lady?" The
colonial lady drew back from him
step by step. He followed, his hand
outstretched. Please" he begged.
She looked back over her shoulder.
Peggy" she said sweetly and van
lshed in the crowd.
Phil Moore spent the remainder of
the evening searching for the colonial
dame. He did not find her and went
home the more determined to search
until this winsome, teasing Peggy was
! discovered. And so the months swung
around to the month Of lovers-June.
The road was a veritable lovers
with daisies, and shut in by hedges
where the golden tendrils of love vine
clasped the green of the hedgerows.
Phil, swinging down the lane this
June evening, was glad that he was
alive. And now, as he swung down
the lane there was the rattle of a cart
behind him and a voice broke into a
snatch of song:
When first I saw sweet Peggy, twas on
a market day,
A low-back'd car she sat in upon a truss
of hay
Phil turned about as the rattle of
the cart and the music of the girlish
voice grew clearer. Down the narrow
road swung a cart drawn by a plod-
ding gray horse. There was no truss
Of hay, but on the low seat a girl sat,
erect, her plant young figure sway
Ing with the jolting of the cart. She
was bareheaded and the sunset lent
a dash of gold to her brown hair. Her
head was tilted like the head of a
IpdOCJ SpdllOW, dllU L Ill CduSuL Tic
glimpse Of rounded cheek and OF
1imple that twinkled alluringly at the
corner Of her mouth. Peggy! Phils
heart beat high with delight and sur
prise. 1t was his colonial dame. Phil
lifted his hat. Good evening, Peggy"
Peggy eyed him and her dimple be-
gan to twinkle although her voice was
severe. will you please get out of
he way" she said, eve don't want to
-rample you in the dust" She CHR
ruped to the gray horse. Phil held his
ground. Peggy blushed. Are you a
holdup mani" said she.
I'm going to hold you up until you
tell me who you are, Miss Peggy" the
amateur road agent answered.
A fly settled on the gray horses
flank. He lifted a restless foot and
Peggy leaned forward to flick the in
sect viciously with the whip. The
gray horse. thinking himself signalled
20 proceed, trotted forward, and Phil,
seeing that he was really to be walked
over stood aside.
81 know you," Peggy called to Phil.
I know that you have come down
TO spend Sunday at the Cedars, even
hough you didn't know that l am
stopping there. And l know that you
couldn't find out who l was, though
you tried all winter. And it was just as
easy" she laughed merrily.
Who are your Phil demanded.
I'm Miss Margaret Fowler now"
the teasing voice answered And l
spent the holidays with my sister,
Mrs. Markerson and went to the
fancy ball the night before l had to
go back to school But l used to be
little Peggy Fowier-that was when
you were just big boy. Maybe you
have forgotten about that" the voice
was so low that it trailed almost into
silence.
forgotten" cried Phil. well,
should say that l haven't. And the
FRANKS you used to play on me. You
we're always tease. But hadn't any
idea you would grow up to be q
beauty"
A minute later Phil had caught the
cart. He swung himself up beside the
driver. And he took up the song
that Peggy had sung:
I'd rather have that cart, SIR with Peg
gy by my side.
Than coach and four and gold galore
and lady for my bride;
For the lady would sit feminist me, on
a cushion made with taste.
But Peggy is here beside me with my
arm around her waist