The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-08-22
ESTABLISHED 1879

From gran'pop, she answered, as if
that conveyed full information.
Yes but who's gran'pop / don't
remember him"
why, don't you know him? He's
been here often, and l came with him
once or twice, that's how 1 knew where
it was"
The editor racked his brain in vain to
think who gran'pop could be.
Well" he said at last, you sit down
in that big chair over there and I'll look
over this paper and tell you what to say
to him." Then he wheeled his chair
about and began reading.
1t didn't take long, however, for him
to decide what to do. He struck hand
bell on the desk and boy came into
the room Send MIR. Campbell to me!''
the editor said.
A moment later the city editor of the
Chronicle entered.
Campbell said the editor, do you
know whose writing that is?" and he
handed him the manuscript.
Yes, said the other; it's old John
Harmon's. He brought it in here this
morning and l told him we couldn't
use it. It's all ancient history"
"Well" said the editor, a bit shortly,
its the kind of ancient history that
the Chronicle wants. Can't you see
that that's local matter that a good
many would rather read than news?
Give it a good place on the fourth page
of to-morrow's issue, and I'll try to see
that we have column of just such
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The city editor did not see the little
figure in the big chair, and, bit dis
concerted at being turned down SO
sharply, he took up the manuscript
again and left the room, wondering
what was the matter with the 'sold
man. /" and how the historical stuff had
come into his hands.
When he had gone the editor drew a
sheet of paper toward him. Looking
at the little figure in the chair he sal d
81 will write letter for you to take
with you and give to gran'pop.'
She nodded her head wisely, and he
rapidly wrote few lines. Then he
folded the sheet put it in an envelope
and rose.
The little girl slipped out Of the chair
and came across to him. "Good-byw
he said, laying a hand on her head,
''and come and see me some time
again. Then he opened the door and
watched her ring the bell and disap-
pear in the elevator.
The elevator boy was quite deferen-
tial to her going down; but she paid no
more attention to him than before.
When she slipped out of the building
she hurried up the street, the letter in
her hand. As she turned the corner
near home she saw ''Gran'pop" just en-
tering the door and ran hard to catch
him. but he had gone in before she came
up. so she knocked on the door. The
same instant it was pulled open hur-
riedly and the old man, white and trem-
bling, stood in the frame.
Thank Godl" he breathed, drawing
her up in his arms and burying his face
in her curls. 81 thought you were lost"
mo, l only been to tn officer ex-
claimed Polly, clinging to his neck.
ITO the oficel Where do you.
mean?"
9TH Chronicle office took tn writ
ing down there you left on tn chair and
tn editor gave me letter Tor you; ne
was awful nice"
The old man took the envelope she
held toward him and dropped into
chair. With child drawn close against
him he broke the paper with trembling
fingers, and read:
THE DAILY CHRONICLE.
No 40 Street
JOHN HARMON, Esq, Dear Sir; We Will use
your paper on local history in to-morrow's is
! sue. We will be pleased 10 have you contribute
a column of like matter often as you can
give it to US, for which we will pay al our regu
lar space rates Yours truly,
c. N HAPGooD Managing Editor
There was mist before the old
mans eyes as he read the last words.
sWas he cross, gran'pop?" queried
| Polly, seeing the tears
mo, Polly" said the old man, strain
| ing her to him; she has given us lots to