The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-09-23

brand new and aggressively luxurious
Then, again, it was painted yellow
and white. Nancy said it looked like
scrambled eggs with parsley garnish-
ments, but this was only envy. Its
spacious finely kept lawns sIoped to
the waters edge; its hedges were per
fectly clipped, and its greenhouses
lured one even at a distance with
their promise of beauty within
The place had been sold that spring
the head gardener told Abby, the
Newcomb'S maid Randolph Moore
was the new owner The girls knew
who he was All during the war his
name had been In the papers over and
over again as one of the flying he
roes. He had inherited millions from
his father, and had almost succeeded
in unloading most of his wealth in
government service and social better
ment lines abroad and here. So it
had been a distinct disappointment to
find him rather an ordinary looking
man, with none of the earmarks of
the popular hero.
Not that it's his fault" Irma be-
gan again Il wish he'd try to be
neighboBy, anyway. Any one would
be a diversion out here"
You want to flirt with him and
break his heart" Nancy laughed. II
saw him first, and I'd console him.
He looks as if he needed consolation
awfully."
He needs, just like did, probably,
a new interest If he were only worth
while I'd try to worry him just while
we're here"
She gathered up her luncheon dish
OF berries and went on up to the
house. and Nancy started for the
raspberry bushes, when a figure rose
from the far side of the bushes, tall,
lean figure, and she found herself
facing their neighbor.
1t was a tense moment, but as Nan
cy said later, she fixed everything.
Blushing and ratified, she told Mr..
Moore that she was so very sorry they
had talked about him. He was COM
pIimented that they had even noticed
him, he told her gravely. And then
ne had added that they had the best
berries around there. and he had been
pilfering joyously ever since his ar
rival.
The following day the Moore gar
dener brought ever long stemmed
punches of roses and peonies. The
next day, came early peaches from the
greenhouses, and more roses. But
Nancy switched the cards, for on the
flowers was her name, and on the
peaches Irma's. She tried to steer
aim on a straight course deftly by
telling him that Irma was 1.-The" Miss
Newcomb.
"Tm only Nancy. l just left school
last year Irma's SO clever when you
get acquainted with her. Of course
she's hard TO get acquainted with"
Rather particular" queried Moore.
teasingly. "Im glad you're easily
pleased"
Nancy worried and puzzled over
that for several days. But someway,
the days stretched into weeks and it
became the usual thing for her to find
him waiting for her down in the gar
den. and when the phalanx of cut
worms and other pests advanced on
the little MeadowbrOok garden, he
pitched in and helped her fight them,
while Irma swung in the big wind
shielded hammock on the veranda,
and read. Sometimes Nancy wondered
whether she was doing wrong not to
tell her sister of their comradeship,
but the fear Of Irma's swift little ridi-
Guile held her silent Even If he didn't
look heroic, he was delightful COM
panion. and she had grown to miss
him when he did not come now.
Abby startled her one morning In
late July by saying that Rodney, the
gardener, had told her Mr.. Moore was
going to be married. Rodney knew