The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-07-14
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ALL FOR JEANS SAKE
BY JEAN WALDEN.

THE man must be willing not only to
efface himself, but to blot himself out
OF existence, If necessary. for my
sake"
Jean Boyce made this statement
without generalization, driven to it by
sheer ennui 1t was the third time
that she had been called upon TO give
her reason for not acQuiescing In Maui
rice Ankeney's belief that they were
made for each other, and this time she
wanted 1t to be final
They had just turned the corner into
her home street Jean FASTENED her
steps as she spoke With q little laugh
of impotence.
Maurice Ankeney looked at her at
first with disappointment in his frank
blue eyes. then with speculation, and
at last with amusement Gould you
care that much for anyonew he asked
coolly.
"Oh, no." her tone was matter-of-
fact, Il couldn't It isn't In me-"
"Oh, see, you demand it as COM
plimentary quality in Others"
He continued his scrutiny of her face
as smart trap with man and wom-
an In 1t rounded the corner The wom-
ana stoutish blonde with a noun
tain of lavender plumes on her head
was driving.
The warm color that came to jeans
cheeks as she returned the mans rec
ignition deepened as the trap rolled
past, for she knew that Maurice was
watching her and she felt the new,
strange intentness in his gaze.
AS for Ankeney, his expression sud-
denly became a mixture OF calmness
and stern determination. I'M DO IT."
he exclaimed And for this apparently
eccentric remark. he waa rewarded by
an electrifytns hook Of inquiry from
pair of dazA eyeA
DO what's
"Efface-t mean extingu1sh myself
by getting him for YOU"
The dark eyes became inscrutable.
If you want Harold Buckley, you
shall have him." he continued precipi-
lately, as they mounted the steps of
Jean Boyce's home. ut will be al
easy matter. He Is only dazzled by her
millions ISIS you he really cares for.
Madge Racer has no right to buy"
Maurice Ankeney. I'll never speak
to you again" AS Jean faced him with
this emphatic announcement, her
bushes were fully accounted for by
her anger.
"All right, l might as well die one
way as another" and he was gone.
In the days that followed, Jean
Boyce had new experience. Maurice
Ankeney never stayed away 80 long
before, and she had missed him-a
condition she had not thought possible.
Still there was the counteracting an
noyance of Harold Buckley and the
heiress. It Is true, she never realized
that she cared for Buckley until she
found that he was out Of her reach
But jeans self-analysis could go no
deeper than this and her state Of mind
became chaotic once more, when one
afternoon Harold Buckley called
Jeans resentment was not wholly
dispelled by Buckeyes keenfy correct
valuation Of the heiress. ~She was
"it's good thing just to know such
women. 1t makes one expert at esti-
mating character"
Jean interpreted this last remark:
"A man does not need to be bitten
more than once" and she found her
self wondering why she did not feel
flattered by his confidence. Still she
felt gratiled by her triumph in bring
ing him back. She did not understand
until afterwards why hts next remark
| quenched her citation.
she has Maurice Ankeney on her
hook now, or rather. he took her by
storm. never saw fellow maneuver
So" He spoke CONTEMPORARY. "But
he's welcome"
How small of him." observed JEAN
Then all at once she thought Of Maui
rice's strange promise to her and she
wondered-no it could not be, he only
wanted q cloak for his mercenary am |
billions.
Jean did not feel altogether compli- !
mented by the ease with which Harold
assumed his old relations. Still, when
he asked her to take an automobile |
ride that same evening, she accepted.
Her pride In Harold Blckley's per-
sonal attractiveness was extended to
his splendid machine as they went
bounding over the road with red Oc-
tober sunset In their faces.
Another automobile came footing up
behind them and passed them on the
road. 1t was occupied by Madge Racer
and Maurice Ankeney.
The vague depression that had been
haunting Jean became poignant. She
felt misused.
Queer taste he has," she observed. |
with curl Of her lip. Then to hide
her piQue she contured spirit of dar- I
ing.
"Oh. let's pass them, do, dol"
Harold Buckley. ready to please her,
or possibly for reasons Of his own, en-
tered into the sport and put on power
with great abandon.
Jean was almost delirtous with the
excitement of swift motion. How Jolly
-" Then came a sudden tolting and
a desperate adjusting of brakes. They
had struck rocky place in the road.
Before Harold could slow up Jean was
almost shaken from her seat. The
suns rays, on level with their eyes.
blinded them. There was loud report,
a scream from Maurice Anganey's an- |
to- which they had grazed in stopping,
and they toppled over into a shallow
ditch, with an extra tire hanging to |
one Of their wheels.
Jean felt sharp pain in her arm as
she picked herself up. Then the diver
sion of what followed made her forget |
herself. The blonde hefress followed !
up her screams by an attack upon
Harold, who had just extrtcated him |
self from the ditch
"Mr. Buckley, this Is a great way to
drive" she cried In her high voice,
with its slightly foreign accent why
don't you look at your road7"
But she was instantly notified by
Harold's abject apologies, and shook
hands with him quite sweetly.
Maurice, who had got to work with
out loss Of time. had almost finished
putting on a new tire, when Jean felt
SO faint that she had 10 ait down on
the grass. The pain was coming back
into her vrfat
1t was Just then that Maurice An
keney happened to look over hts Shout
der. He burst cut roughly 70 Harold.
who vas still busy With TIE hetress;
Don't you see the girl is hnrtY"
He got to her first. but in second
they were all banding over her. She
| oaaurod thnm Il was 0nlv a eTsroi,>ad
wrist.