The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-05-30
NO. BOOB.
How It Drew a Great Prize In
Loves Lottery.

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| blue heavens above.
Ezra, her adopted son-Friend Min
ton and his wife had been childless-
had just brought in basket Of russell
apples, the very last in the corner bin
OF the barn cellar. He leaned against
the kitchen window, playing nervously
with the big, velvety leaves Of the
monster fish geranium that blossomed
there. He was a tall, manipulating
| young fellow, with clear brown eyes, a
| fresh complexion, and hair that grew
! in curly mat all over his head
Friend Mary's glance softened as she
looked at him. 1t was evident that he
was the very apple of her eye.
s'Why not, mother2" said he. 81
know the village gossips don't like the
Calverly family; but you're not one Of
the gossiping kind
She's very young, Ezra, naeditative-
~ answered Friend Mary, land very
pretty
"Ohl If you call those crimes
''Wait minute, Ezra, thee has not
heard me out regret deeply that in
stead of going to live with Friend War
burton, the minister's wife, she has
preferred to enter the factory where
there are SO many giddy girls and care
less young men"
But the pay was so much better,
mother
'sMan doth not live by bread alone,
oracularly answered Friend Mary
''Thee has been carefully brought up,
Ezra. Thee must consider what is right
and seemly in the way of mntrimony
Thy father and would break our
hearts if thee went wrong after all our
hopes and prayers.
81 trust that shall never do that.
mother"
But thee must remember, Ezra,
how powerful an influence the wife ex-
erts over the husband. F."
Mother, are you very much set
against Eveline Calverly?'
Friend Mary hesitated for moment.
81 think it would break my heart
Ezra, y she answered, If thee were to
wed with daughter of Heth, like
Eveline"
''Then that settles the question, said
Ezra, quickly. ''You have done every
thing for me, mother. / was house
less, homeless, friendless, when you
took me in and cared for me, and 1
would be an migrate, indeed to turn
against your wishes now. But,
mother, let me go away for awhile.
Let me go to Uncle Aaron, out in Mon
tana, until-until get over this"
Friend Mary lifted her tender blue
eyes with plying light to his face.
us it so hard with thee as that, my
son. /" said she. ''Oh. am sorryl Ii,
could almost find 1t in my heart"
although he interrupted with a
forced laugh, Pm not by any means
SO certain that Eveline would have me,
even if asked her. Gerard Winthrop
is going there good deal of late.
''Yes, - quietly spoke Friend Mary,
who by this time had patted her white,
firm loaves into shape in their shining
oblong pans, all ready for the oven,
land that is one thing l do not like.
He is interested, they tell me. in
great lottery scheme; he is the agent Of
a company down south. The factory
young people have bought tickets,
Eveline among the rest"
Mother, can hardly believe that.
s'The superintendent himself told
me. Ezra" said Friend Mary, closing
the open door with gentle click. "He
regretted exceedingly that Winthrop
had gained such footing there Yes,
my son, perhaps thee had better go to
Brother Aaron for few months. Thee
needs change"
So Ezra Minton decided to take the
step that seemed like wrenching soul
and body apart. Friend Mary counted
out his socks, saw to the buttons on his
shirts, refined the little leather trunk
with pretty paper and shed a few tears
into the neat box of handkerchiefs as
she packed them away.
IF Montana were not such dis
tance off" she sighed to herself, t'or
If he could go any other way except by
those dreadful flying trainsl Thank
goodness. / never was on one, and,
please Heaven, never will bel To me
it seems little short of a tempting of
Providence."
She sat sorrowfully in the chimney
corner on the evening of Ezra's depart
urc, pairing the russell apples to make
dish of apple sauce. How loudly the
kitchen clock tickedl How lonely the
great silent room seemed
81 think did right" she said to her
self, land yet"
Hushl There was a knock at the
door. The minister's wife, perhaps, or
Janet Golbe, the carpet-weaver, who
lived under the mountain, come to bor-
row the dye-kettle.
Come in, friend, whoever thee may
be, . said Friend Mary.
And Eveline Calverly entered the !
room, looking, under her little daisy
trimmed bonnet, like a veritable daisy |
herself.
Are you alone, Mrs. Minton9' said
she, CHANGING timidly around. "0h, |
want to talk to you so muehl''
81 am alone, Eveiine, said the
widow, her heart involuntarily warm
ing toward the pretty, fower-like
young thing Ezra had cared for. But
if thee does not mind, thee may call
me Friend Mary It sounds more suit
able to my ears.
IF 1t isn't too familiar" faltered
Eveline You see, wanted to talk
to some one on whom could depend
II have got lottery ticket here, !"
showing the white CLEAN of strip of
paper in her hand. They coaxed me
to buy it and am so sorry now.
Please tell me what to do"
Does thee really want my advice,
Eveline?' gently asked the QuaSeress.
''Oh, yes-yesr' cried the girl
..,Then / would tear the thing up and
cast it into the fire. "
Eveline glanced at the ticket. then
at Friend Mary, and then she tore the
ticket in two and flung it on the floor
Three thousand and three" said
she. II dreamed one night that it drew
= thousand dollars, but 1t is gone now"
'sThee will feel thy conscience
lighter said Friend Mary, consoling-
". as she put her hand on that of the
girl. Art thee sick, Eveline2 Thy
hand is very cold"
Eveline bursts into passion Of
tears.
"siclSl" she gasped. Yes. Mol
don't know. He has gone away, Mrs
Minton. He never came to tell me
good by"
docs thee mean my son Ezra, child?"
Whom should mean2'
ibid thee expect him, Eveline?"
~ didn't know. I Thought perhaps
3h, have been trying 30 hard to be
worthy of hint I have left OF going
with those girls. I've refused the
'oreman's Invitation 70 drive with