The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-07-02
"I'm SO Sorry"

then suddenly it stopped as If it had
struck barrier. And there arose above
the water two heads, more shocked
than hurt by the contact.
I'm so sorry" Gloria sputtered, as
she tread water. II didn't see you be-
fore | dove Off"
mighty careless of me to be in the
way" laughed the young man, with a
most engaging smile, as he swan close
by In a very professional manner. ST
hope you're not hurt"
Not bit" she responded, smiling
back at him, and as a moments after
thought, Tets race to shore"
Taking his compliance as granted.
she commenced to augment the dis.
lance between them with broad, en-
bracing strokes. He let her keep In the
lead until but few feet from shore.
then swiftly caught up to her, so that
they emerged in unison.
You swim WELL" he said, breathing
hard. Il didn't think I'd have to work
so hard to catch up"
And, although Gloria couldn't ac-
count for it, she felt flattered by this
strangers praise. Out of the corner
of her eye she saw a stalwart man
Just a little different from any other
she had ever met before.
Let's rest" she suggested, stretch
Ing at full length on the sand, which
had just begun to reflect the warmth
of the sun now well up in the heavens.
He sat down beside her, hands
clasped about his knees. 1t was as If
they were children and she had said.
Lets play" He entered into the spirit.
my names John Turner, he ven
tured by way Of conversation, "but
most folks call me Jack. What's
yours"
MY name is Gloria Stanley, but
most folks call me Glory" she MIN
licked, her blue eyes twinkliag mer-
rily. I'm staying at the hotel. When
did you comet"
The young man hesitated.
"Oh, Pm not at the hotel" he an
swered hurriedly. I'm camping on the
other side of the lake. That hotel and
my pocketbook don't hitch"
AS if to avoid the personal trend his
remark had given to their conversation
he continued: "But you must be
hungry Hadn't you better 20 for
breakfasts"
Gloria arose and shook the wet sand
from her suit. wont you come. too?"
she asked abruptly. as If against her
better judgment.
mo, no." he hastily responded, my
breakfast is waiting for me across the
lake"
With serious formality they shook
hands, and Gloria turned toward the
hotel veranda, where already could be
seen the ever-watchful ladies missing
nothing of the scene enacted before
them,
The next morning, as If by telepathic
understanding, Gloria was at the wa
ter's edge at the same hour and in the
same costume as the day before. Nor
was she disappointed to find the young
man already on hand. In the bottom of
canoe lay a neat bundle of wearing
apparel.
Thought I'd row across this morn
ing so l could bring my clothes, and
after we have our dip, I'd like to ac-
cept yesterdays invitation" and as the
questioning look left her face, he add
ed: "Fm camping by myself-and it's
lonesome"
Bully" she cried, striking her palms
together man-fashion, land then It'll be
tennis after breakfastT'
Quite naturally he took her hand as
they waded into the water until the
depth permitted swimming. That morn
ing they raced beneath the water.
springing above the waves like flying
fish, diving in every conceivable posi-
tion-and in all the young man exc
cuted, the girl gamely followed suit
Tired and breathless, they fioated on
their backs toward shore And the
porch dowagers shook their heads
ominously as the laughter of the two
figures chasing each other up and down
the sand, came family to their ears.
But neither were prepared for the
change clothes made. He had not quite
expected to see this boyish girl trans
formed into the vision standing before
him, just a trifie taller in the low
heeled tennis shoes; nor 1t must be
admitted, had Gloria anticipated the
very good impression this white fan
neled man seemed to be making upon
the hotel guests who CHANGED to see
him. And although such admiring