The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-08-19


stunt"
Il am delighted, Robert"
Yes, he wants to meet you
"Meet-me-2" she questioned, her
eyes wide open in establishment.
THAT wasn't just what he said" ex-
planned Bobbie consulting a slip Of
paper Present my compliments to
Miss Birdsal and ask her Of she will
come up to the Office this afternoon 80
that | may thank her In person." he
repeated glibly.
Miss Birdsall gasped.
They're the boss orders observed
Bobbie, with hnality
We'll. he isn't my boss" expostulat-
ed Miss Rirdsal Indignantly.
when the boss wants q thing, he
always gets It."
Miss Birdsall reelected. Mr.. Mac
Doagall was very irascible and very
old gentleman. II those were his
wishes why should she hesitate to
crafty an old mans within?
I'm ask my boss, Bobbie,' she agreed
with faint smile.
"All right" and Bobbie departed
promptly.
That afternoon she mentioned the
matter to the manager.
"Oid MacDougau." he unused. II
didn't know he was back; he's been In
Florida all winter. Certainly, go right
over, Miss Birdsali.
As Miss Birdsall was ushered into
the sumptuous private office Of Mac
Dougall & Son. she ragged inwardiy at
finding herself In such a position.
Young MacDougall came cordially
sorwaro, indicated a chair and seated
himself comfortably near her.
Your father began Miss Bifdsall
stIIny.
The young man, usually at his ease,
grew red and embarrassed
Miss Birdsall. owe you an explana-
ton. / trust you will hear me to the
end"
Miss BirdsRll moved uneasily.
You see," he went on. Il couldn't
explain the matter to you down there,
with an Office full ofSgaping clerks. but
each time I've seen you i've thought
what awfully good friends we might
become If We wre acquainted"
"Mr. MacDougall," interrupted Miss
Birdsall, rising, this is simply prepos-
ferrous"
Please hear me to the end" he
urged.
Miss Birdsall sat down
oh 1kh %rfn 10
and there seemed to be no way In
which l could do the thing In the con-
ventional manner till the Heaven-sent
tea episode" he continued more cheer
fully. THAT young rascal, Bobbie,
probably alluded TO me as the old
man. and you naturally took II to be
my father"
Louise Birdsall bit her lips in vexa-
ton. Other words Of Boobies required
TO her He always gets what he
wants" She would show him that the
old Birdsall spirit still survived, even
If she had been forced to earn her own
living.
"Mr MacDougall." she said, looking
him squarely in the eyes, Il have few
friends, but these few value wOre
than anything on earth. A friendship
to me Is something sacred. not to be
based merely upon good time There
are some things In this world that
money cannot buy"
The young man flushed holly. It's
no more than deserve, Miss Birdsall,
but I'm not the selfish brute I'm paint
ed. I'm lonely, miserably lonely.
have money house-not q home
and vast following of fawning crea-
lures who are pleased to term them
selves my friends; it was you, and the
tea, I suppose. that made me realize
how little l have" he finished lamely.
They were quiet for a moment; the
clickety-click Of busy typewriters in
the Office beyond came family through
the closed door Young MacDougall
sat, chin in hand looking OF into
space. Miss BirdsaIl watched the hurt
look upon the strong, handsome fea-
lures, she thought of the big house,
and then 1t came to her how lonely her
own little home would be were 1t not
for the mother always there to vel
come her at night and to encourage
her when she left in the morning.
Il am sorry"
Don't" he begged without turning,
I've been perfect fool, only l hoped
you would understand"
She touched his coat sleeve softly.
Il do understand"
Copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure News
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