The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-08-20
BY S. q. HAcKLEY

finally and drew on her dressing gown.
II wish I could tell daddyl" she
thought as she went to her writing
desk. 'I'll write to Louie-he can't
help me, but I've got to tell somebody
now !"
sBardstown, N. c., August 2, 1915.
"Dr. Louis M. Acheson, Pendleton,
Oregon" she wrote at the top Of her
page.
Dear, Dear Louie.-I promised you
I'd tell you the minute I found the
prince, but couldn't, though it's been
four months. I was too happy. for
little while, and since-oh, Louie-Ive
got to tell somebody my troubles. or
I'll burstI
II guess I've told you in this tiny old
place, there's 400 only here it's
go mostly the Macon family scions.
The Macon father was an old scoun-
drel (f'm quoting daddy, but he
owned the big resort hotel here and
nearly everything else. Mrs. Atlee
Jeffers and Mrs. Felix Landrith, two
of the daughters, live here. Mrs. Land
nth married an old, old man, some
thing like Maharajah for wealth Che
must have been a beast judging by
her unhappy facet, and she's got reg
ular castle overlooking the town.
"Well, mother considers them, and
her very special Mrs. Doris Carter, and
q few others, her social equals.
wouldn't say 1t to anybody but you,
Louie. but you know II already; moth
er and her friends just live for dane
ing and entertaining, and clothes
pothing else! Daddy told her yester-
day their chief occupation as he sees
It is the 'ornamentation of the chariots
that carry them through this little arc
In the circle Of beingr
"But because the Macon scions are
sort of patrons of Arland, the little
- church here, and attend services
once In a blue moon. mother does, too
and I've been attending the Arland
Sunday school, and other services
right along, without a protest from
her. Early this spring. Mr.. Lowrie,
the old pastor, died and the board
that pays the minister's small salary.
sent Glenn Pryor. He isn't exclusive,
and just 'churchy,' like Mr.. Lowrie.
He wants to help everybody and every
thing. and ne makes friends with all
the poor and neglected. He's started
a branch Of the Good Citizens league,
and now you can't find rusty tin
can or homeless cat In the town. He
doesn't trouhSo himself so much about
the So except that he calls on them
and is pleasant to them. :.
"And he's started a Young Folks
circle for Wednesday evenings that
does things like singing to sick folks,
and the jail folks, and the county In
Urinary folks. I knew he was the
"prince" the first time / heard him
speak. OF course, he didn't know
right of was the "pkncess," but he
came to know. uouie, I'm like daddy
Il love people, just because they're
people), and he liked my way, know,
for he-he'd got so his eyes were glad
when they turned to me! And / was
happy.
Then the first of July the season
opened at the hotel, and they begun
those Wednesday and Saturday night
dances. The first Wednesday night we
We're to go after the circle met to
sing for old Mrs. Filbert (she'd been
on her denth-bed for month";, and I'd
promised her I'd sing AN old, old bal
lad she loved. None of the other girls
knew 1t. But mother wouldn't listen
to me, ami made me go to that hateful
dance. We didn't leave until one
O'clock. AID just as we caine out of the
gate where they've got big electric
light that lights up ever .tisag Il was
walking in front with thar hcrrfd, rich
Sammy McCue, Mrs. McCue's brother
in-law), we met Mr. Pryor.
His eyes looked positively reproach-
full when they met mine. He lifted his
hat, sober and unsmiiing, and passed,
and felt my heart break under the
weight of his misunderstanding. /,
heard 1t hseak, Louie. And next morn
Ing / found out Mrs. Hilbert had died
at midnight. ! couldn't make any ex-
PLANTATION to him without appearing to
censure mother, so didn't make any.
$50, July. wretched month, has
passed. Mothers swept me into the
hotel social life until I haven't had a
minute mot even Sunday for my
friends. II ought to have stood I'D to,
mother, but ! hate row; I AM
coward, Louie, and because I am,
/ am miserable.)
Tomorrow I'm to leave for Georgia
and the McCue's party, to make fur-
Their conquest of that Sammy toad.
The prince Is just gently courteous to
me, as he is to everybody else, when
We chance to meet now. He hears Of
my going TO all those hateful dances
and giving all my time to social friv-
olities, and he thinks I'm a breaker of
promises, and shallow, and tickle, and
untrustworthy! I'll never be able to
redeem myself In his eyes. believe I
could, If l had chance, away from
mother, but l won't get 1t, and bell
marry somebody elsei Oh. Louiei
''This is wailing letter, but 1 feel
better since I've told you my tribula-
tionsi
"Your cousin and friend In wem and
woe (mostly woe at presently.
Beatrice CasweTl."
Two days after, MFR. Caswell received
q telegram from New York:
"Quarantined. Can't leave under six
weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the
McCues. Eileen"
On Wednesday evening tan popgee
dress pounced down upon
him.
"0h. daddy-rve come homel I've
come homer"
"But the house-party! Mother want
ed you to stay, Beel"
"Oh daddy never wanted to GOT
started home the minute l knew
mother had to stay I'M New York, and
you're going to let me stay home with
youl"
Her father laughed. 81 won't send
you back, Kitten" ]