The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-03-26
Sped Through Sweet Air.

another question for today and read
the wrong one, but 1t mattered not.
He hurriedly pretended to write in his
notebook. After what seemed to him
ages and ages, he sauntered casually
back TO Clara's desk. She paid no at.
tention to him so long as there were
ether students asking for books, bus
finally they had all gone but Bob, and
she turned to him rather impatiently.
Miss Brownlee, you get every other
Saturday afternoon off, don't you?
Won't you-go out with me in the car
tomorrow afternoon? he half stam-
mered.
''I'm sorry, Bob, but 1 must go to q
librarians meeting in the afternoon,
and in the evening 1 have promised to
go to a lecture on Ethical Culture
with Professor Nichols"
"Hang Nichollsl" thought Bob.
"Well, make it two weeks from to-
morrow" persisted he.
'That is a far time ahead, but" see
ing his keen disappointment, Il win
try to go then"
However, fortune favored Bob, for
at seven o'clock that evening he was
called to the phone, and the liquid
voice of Miss Brownlee thrilled over
the wire:
''The librarians meeting has been
postponed, so If we can get home early
and if you wish it, l shall be glad to
go with you tomorrow"
AS the big car chugged away from
the curb the next day, with its pretty
passenger in white linen, Bob was su-
premely happy. Whirling along the
boulevard, Bob could hardly wait to
tell her his news.
Il am going to quit the university,
Miss Brownlee. No use trying to plug
away any longer. Mother wanted to
make a lawyer of me, but dad has at
lest decided to take me into business,
and so l am going into partnership
with him this week. Now, Clara"
But Miss Brownlee was smiling and
nodding in the opposite direction. Bob
turned the big machine just in time
to avoid running over tall, pale-faced
young man with large horn-rimmed
glasses, who frowningly lifted his hat
to the pair in the auto.
"Now the professor is mad, and I'm
glad" giggled Clara. Evidently she
considered this ride but schOolboy
and schoolgirl escapade.
whats your going with me today
got to do with Professor Nicholls9'
queried Bob, visibly rufiied.
mo more than that he thinks J
should not be riding with anyone hD1
him, I suppose"
"Oh, 1 see; you're engaged" COM
mented Bob, bitterly rude.
Clara frightened her lips, and the 81
lence that fell about them was appall-
ing, especially to Bob, who liked vivac-
ity and conversation. She was nothing
but flirt after all, but he could not
help loving her. He formed a wild
scheme. He would elope with the
lady.
bah, Bob Marston, you're the silly
calf they call you on the campus" he
finally concluded. IF Clara is unwill'
ing, what's the use. l suppose the old
highbrow is more to her taste"
"We're going to enjoy the afternoon
together, anyhow" he said aloud, with
little spirit, and inwardly resolved tc
travel as many miles as he dared.
"Of course we are, you foolish boy
/ am so glad that you are going into
business, Bob" said she, resuming the
former conversation. 81 am sure yor
will be q success"
Bob shut his lips together and gazet
glaring ahead.
"Where are we going?" asked Clara
ITO the end of the world, l hope,
he replied glumly.
Bob turned the machine off thu
boulevard into forest road oyerhun'
with immense pines, and for miles the.
sped through the sweet, resinous air.
At last Bob spoke. My Aunt Mar.
lives down this read 1t can't be ia
from here. Shall we stop and see her
She may have some strawberries ant
cream for u.s."
I'm sure l should be delighted" re
sponded Clara, III a tone which ind
Gated that any depression would be
relief. IS
by the way, my aunt married
college professor. He is retired nov
on account of pc nyesight.'