The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-10-13
SHORTEST WAY HOME
BY KATHERINE HoPsoN.

but don't blame you for going. It's 6
good chance-better than we can Of
fer you here, perhaps for years"
Mr.. Denham, managing editor Of the
Recorder, shook hands with Dick Stew
art cordially. The younger man, aft
er thanking him. passed out OF the
Office with a little glow Of pride and
happiness.
"Old Denham's mighty good sort
and he's right. I'm lucky chap to
get the place" he unused as he left
the private Office The outer Office
which had been well occupied when
Stewart passed for his interview with
Mr.. Denham. was now practically de-
serted. The men had gone to ill
their except Fred Da
Wis He was clicking away at his
typewriter.
Good luck TO you." he said. look
ing up with his keen. peculiar smile.
Stewart left the office to I'LL his
last assignment before taking his new
position. He was sent to cover the
suburban territory of Rockbridge. and
departed with more than usual Rlac-
rity. Margaret Wheaton's path lay
In the same direction today.
When she came six months ago to
fill the position of society reporter
for the Office. he had fallen in love
with her big brown eyes. her kindi-
ness. her spontaneous gayety, and the
general dearness of her. But he rec
ognized the fact that Fred Davis
also had fallen victim to her charms.
mo wonder he congratulated me SO
heartily on my new job; for 1t leaves
the way clear for him." Stewart
thought with a cynicism foreign to
him.
We'll. at last l have man-size Job,
and am justified In speaking to Mar
garet."
He Quickened his steps toward the
interurban station. and was 30 occu-
pied that he failed to notice a tall.
slender. keen-eyed man dodge into the
waiting room, and then watch to see
which car Stewart entered be-
fore getting on himself and entering
the smoker. Nor did he see him re-
peat the same watchful perform
ance before they both alighted at
Rockbridge.
Stewart hastily covered his own ter
ritory, then fastened to the church
where the Patton-Whitney wedding
had just taken place, the reporting of
which was Margaret's object In COM
ing to Rockbrfdge. She had come
down on an earlier car. and Stewart
had timed himself so that he might
arrive on the scene when she was I'm
ished with her work. Then he could
return to town with her.
He found reporters from other pa
pers there and stood few moments
in the fragrant flower decorated
church in which strains of the we'd
ding music seemed still to hnger.
Margaret was not there and he
made inquiries. Some one told him
she had Just gone; but whether to
where the reception was to be, he
couldn't say. Stewart looked at his
watch.
There won't be another car for
three-quarters of an hour yet.
guess she's gone to the house"
Accordingly he made his way to the
place in question. 1t was one Of the
largest, most pretentious homes In
the suburb. Many persons in we'd
ding attire were streaming to the
reception when he reached the house,
and he made his way through the
guests and onlookers with which the
walk was lined. From one of the care
takers he learned that Margaret had
been there. BY announcing himself as
a representative of the Recorder he
gained entrance. Everybody except
the girl he was looking for seemed
to be there, and the most careful
search failed to reveal her.
Say, how many people does your
paper send out to write up these so
cial affairs?' asked one Of the guests
whom he knew.
"One-usually. Why?"
We'll, you're the third this after
noon who has presented himself In
that capacity. believe the first one
was her." laughed the man.
Miss Wheaton. of course, our reg
ular society reporter But l don't
know any other from our Office who
would be here"
"Oh. he was tall. slim chap, with
shifty dark eyes,"
The description fits Davis, but he
was sitting in the office when left. :"
Stewart rapidly retraced his steps
to the station, and found to his cha
grin that In his search he had not al
lowed himself enough margin to catch
the next car, and missed it by about
three minutes. He could see it dis
appearing in the distance.
Yes, Miss Wheaton got on the
car" drawled the station agent in an
swer to the question.
Was any one with herr"
Yes, that tall chap who reports
the sporting news"
Stewart turned away from the win
dow. TITS certainly Davis" he con-
cluded grimly But how in the world
did he get here?" Then sober reason
told him that the only way was on
the same car as himself. Cut across
back way and got on the smoker"
He sat down and wrote out In full
the notes Of the legal transfers he
was sent to cover. Il can slap them
OF ON the typewriter when l get
back" he told himself. His sense of
resentment was growing. He had re-
ceived the letters from New York that
morning giving final acceptance OF his
application for position. Denham
had strongly advised him to take the
morning train.
They don't leave you much time
to pack your trunk and make fare
well calls on these New York Jobs.
There are too many others waiting
around to snap up the place." the
managing editor had said
Stewart had decided to take his ad-
vice. still planning how he might have
a chance to talk with Margaret. She
knew he had applied for the position.
but as she was away all morning on
an assignment, she didn't know of
his acceptance.
Every minute il precious, for /
have a thousand things to do" fumed
the young fellow. as he paced rest
lessly up and down the platform. 1T
was low trick of Davis to beat me
to 1t here, when he knew was go
ing away 30 SOON"
At last the next car came and bore
him back TO town.
When he reached the office 1t was
Just as he expected. Margaret had
gone home to dinner He called up
her boarding place. She was there,
but when he asked to come down that