The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-12-03
T've Brought the Tatting."

what's tatting? l think that's what
she said. And who under the canopy
is Mrs. Mendelheim, and why should
l give Mrs. Mendelheim some tatting?
Whoo-ee! Help!'
He tossed the package up and
caught 1t with one hand. 'Hold on.
maybe it will break, since you don't
know what it is" Bob grinned. ITS
pretty soft. Feels like cotton"
DR.. Nevis stood smiling inside the
screen door and Bob spied him.
"Then you heard, dadP'
Eyes, couldn't help 1t and can't say
that blame you much. Mighty pretty
young ladyl But if l were you / be-
lieve I'd have told the truth. That
Mrs. Mendelheim does not live here,
and, incidentally, suggested showing
her the way to the right house.
"Boneheadl But say, dad, l don't
know where she lives. I've been away
from home so long don't know where
any one lives scarcely"
"Mendelheim's house is the mate
of this one on South Poplar street
same number, too. Your fair friend
made mistake Of eight blocks. This
is North Poplar"
Bob considered the matter. He
didn't relish a walk of eight blocks
alone-when he had an interesting
book and good cigars No use vast
ing the precious moments of his vaca-
ton hunting up Kritzenbaums or
Schwelderbergs or Minterheimers or
whoever in the world it was who
would have to look after the fancy
work booth, now that Aunt Ina was
sick. Aunt Ina's niece was a different
matter.
So he called Sammy Croop, next
door, and gave him a nickel and the
bundle of tatting, telling him where
to go.
Sammy Croop stuffed the small bun
die into his pocket and started on his
way. At the corner of Crissmore
street he met Jimmy and David Har-
rowdale on their way to the swimming
hole. Sammy yielded without much
coaxing and agreed to go along, decid
ing that the return trip would be time
enough to make his delivery.
But Sammy got cramp in the deep
water, and Jimmy managed to hold
him up in way while David yelled
for help to some men in nearby
field. The result was that Sammy.
weak and subdued from his sousing.
was brought home on a partly loaded
hay wagon and delivered 10 his
mother with no more clothing than
few wisps of timothy, while his out
fit of one Indian suit, much soiled
and crumpled, lay on a rock beside
the distant stream.
All day, Mrs. Aaron Mendelheim
worked ut the church. She draped
yards of bunting over the fancy work
booth, wondering why Miss Ridgeway
did not come to help. The church had
no telephone, and at noon she had no
time to go home, but lunched on a box
of ham sandwiches she had brought
along. The annual bazaar of the La
uiSS A-SI3t pCetASI SpNAtly must bS q
SUGGEST
."If she can't come she might have
sent word" she soliloQuized indignant
ly. Il could have gotten some one to
help. And how about that tatting she
has been working on for months? She
says there's twenty dollars worth.
And now where is she? Does anybody
know anything about Miss Ridgeway?"
But nobody did At o'clock Mrs.
Mendelheim left the completed yellow
and lavender booth and dragged her
weary way homeward. Her cup Of tea
failed TO revive her and she went to
bed with n splitting headache.
Bob Neviss troubles were begin
ming.
One of the Mendelheims telephoned
TO the Ridgeways and the result was
| that Rosina went to take charge OF
the proprietorless booth. puzzled about
The miscarriage Of her message.
Mrs. Nevis, leaving the house that
eight, asked Bob to go along, and he
found himself with his mother at the
Methodist church bazaar. His hear
leaped. There was a faint chance Of
| seeing his fair visitor of the morning
Mrs Nn,-is wanted some aprons. SC