The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-06-25
WALTER E. EDGE
Governor of New Jersey.

WELL, she at last said frankly,
''there's me-"
"Quite a reason" he said CALAMITY.
He looked at her attentively. and re-
peated, "quite reason"
"Yes, I reckon am" she agreed.
"S'pose you do give Pres some new
ideas7 I don't know as he could carry
them out, but he could talk Them to
pa, and after all talk does about As
well as goin' with pa. You tell me
them, and I'll tell Pres"
"Well, there's English walnuts-this
sorter land and yore climate orter be
Just the thing for them," he began. In
time he warmed to his topic, and
Ianthe drank in his wisdom as eagerly
as ever heather drank in the gospel.
But the sound of horn at last broke
in on the conference, and Ianthe lazily
struggled to her feet
Mas BLOWN me up-well,. IN GER
t'nly obliged to you. You donT know
any more for another timer"
II don't know as"
"Well, good-by," she interrupted,
'Pres' will be obliged. too"
Mr.. Jernigan looked at her wonder
lngly. Talk about the selfishness of
men," he thought, women amt made
of anything but that self same article"
Aloud he said with dignity: Il am 60
ing to say didn't know as had any
thing mapped out vet, but of course
| don't get to the end of my ideas in
half an hour"
His tone seemed 30 remind Ianthe
of the hospitable traditions Of vir-
ginia.
Come along to supper" she sug-
gested, "only don't talk to pa as IL you
knew much, or maybe he'll suspect
Pres didn't make up those fine new
notions
nigan stayed in Norfolk, although he
was badly needed in Wellsville. He
spent his mornings conscientiously do
ing the many sights of the neighbor-
hood-Soldiers' home at Hampton,
Fortress Monroe, Hygeia hotel at Old
Point. every one of which would have
been run to far greater advantage had
an Iowa man been at the head-and in
the afternoons he taught Ianthe Var
brough the essentials Of progressive
trucking. Her father had taken lik-
ing-naturally-to him, and often he
went to supper with the Yarbroughs.
After supper he and the father sat
on the front steps and smoked, while
he watched-a little grimly-Ianthe
and Pres Lewis sauntering by the
river. Pres was a tall, dark, lazy
looking boy, who evidently had no
Thickness about accepting another
mans cerebral fruits. He profited by
the hints Ianthe gave him during
the river bank strolls, and when Mrs
Yarbrough was through with the
dishes he and Ianthe came to the
steps, and new ideas scintillated Over
the porch of the little house grew
Mareschal Mel rose, its hundreds of
buds making the air sweet, but Mr.
Jenigan's bitter heart did not let him
enjoy the sweetness. Yes, his heart
was bitter. He said to himself as he
sat listening to Pres talk, sat watch
ing Ianthe crush the rose leaves
against her cheek, that his vexation
referred purely to matter of good
sense. "Waste is what / can't stand
owe that to the back-East bringing
up Aunt Mary had-and waste it
surely would be for him to get that
fair flower of the South ~
There had to come an end-W ellis
vile would no longer be put off, and
one night when Mr.. Jernigan went into
the Yarbrough sitting room for his hat,
after the usual placid evening on the
steps. he made himself say: well,
folks, guess this is the end of my
visits. must get back-and come to
Wellsville, all of you, and I'll see that
you meet the elite"
They were all standing, but Ianthe
dropped into chair.
Going" she said
Pres turned to her-then the color
rushed to his dark cheeks. He stepped
toward Mr.. Jernigan.
you've been talking crops to her,
YOU have? You've been making love
to her-you've-"
Mr.. Jernigan laid hand on the
boys mouth. "Stop your fool talk"
he said. "Miss Ianthe-"
Ianthe sprang to her feet. II don't
care two strawber's if you are goin
way-I don't, l don't" she cried,
throwing open the door leading to the
steep stairway, and then going up
stairs as fast as she could.
Mr.. Jernigan retreated dignifedly.
st shall call upon you tomorrow" he
said to the dazed Mr.. Yarbrough.
Good night, Mrs. Yarbrough, ma'am-
good night, Mr.. Lewis. Let me wish
you success in your trucking In case /
don't see you tomorrow"
He did not take the road toward No
folk. Through that misty gray light,
the light that wraps one around, the
light that the jewellers on the Elizabeth
river call June evening he made his
way to the wharf where he had first
seen Ianthe. There were nc guano bags
there now. but he sat down on the
planks where she had sat. and took up