The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-01-03
/" IN BORROWED PLUMES.
How Mr.. Barker Appeased q Fa-
theirs Wrath.

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.Charliel' called young Mrs Barker
through the bathroom door, s'here's a
letter from Tom. Shall open itP''
whats thati" returned Mr.. Barker,
sitting bolt upright in the tub, with
cold, fresh water running from his
head, neck and shoulders.
"a letter from Denver. Shall open
it9"
Certainly, and read IT 70 me, will
you? shan't be out for ten minutes. =
Then the young woman, standing in
the passage outside, read as follows:
Pop is on TO you two. He found me reading
your last letter Ma and he's coming east to
morrow. guess he's loaded for bear. boy and
you'd better clear out. Pop and ma mean biz,
tell you You'd think 50 II you'd seen the
spanking got Yours ever, TOM
Charlie Barker had consulted Mr..
Hanson, it is true Questioned closely
as to his means, he had had TO own tina,
he was only broker IN small way in
Pine street. Being fatty refused the
privilege of installing Miss Evelyn
Hanson IN his bachelor apartments on
Twenty-third street. he had done SO
without the old mans permission. BE
had now to settle for this breach Of
privilege with the old man himself Nc
wonder he felt a little nervous.
But all Evelyn's western blood was
up; all her western independence was
flashing in her eyes.
'sIf you're not quite scared to death,
Charlie" she said, perhaps youth be
good enough to open your friends,
Mr.. Van Lith's, letter. l see It's his writ
ing,'' and she handed him a neat little
note on pink paper bearing the Van
Lith crest, a Dutchman on dyke,
with two demijohns full Of schnapps,
rampant.
The young broker broke the seal. he
started up in minute, his face won
derfully frightened, his eyes aglow
with excitement.
1.-THE luckiest thing that could have
possibly happened" he cried ivan
Lith's going down to Newport; places
his house at our disposal; servants,
horses, everything. Liberal? Well,
should say. But he's going away for a
month, and Van and were at Yale
together, and-upon my word. he's the
best fellow In the world. =
But Evelyn didn't seem to share his
enthusiasm.
ooh, you don't see It yet Look here,
I'll explain. We move into the house.
Your father arrives. We've made q
lucky scoop in Wall street. / didn't tell
you because wanted to test your at
fiction and all that sort Of thing. The
old man is angry, Of course, but soon
forgives us when he discovers am
wealthy Then we entertain him roy
ally, and when he's really found out
what an excellent fellow am then we
confess. Goddess you, my children,
and it's all right Seer
Evelyn nodded. go on" she cried,
encouragingly.
ssThere isn't anything more to be
said, answered Mr.. Barker. Actions
what we want It's half-past ten now.
The tyrant Of Denver will be here In
side Of an hour We must pack and
clear out at once"
'sYou stop calling pepper names. or
you'll do all the packing You'd be
angry yourself if you'd lost such a
treasure ! am. "
She made little tempting mouth at
him across the breakfast table.
In half an hour the pair were in q
cab on their way to Mr.. Van Ldth's
house. Ann remained behind to care
for the fat
Van Lith's old colored butler stood
at the door to receive them and follow
his masters instructions: Treat
them Just as If the house was theirs,
joe"
A ten-dollar bill and whispered
conference with Joe soon let him into
the secret on what the young broker
joyfully informed his wife was = rock
bottom basis.
Old Mr.. Hanson's wrath had had
time to cool considerably on the jour
new from Denver. 1t had fared up
again when he had traced his runaway
daughter and her husband to the nm
pretentious downtown fat, but being
informed by Ann, duly primed for the
occasion, that her master had made
a large fortune in Wall street and had
taken very handsome house in an
aristocratic quarter, his ire had much
abated.
"When did you make your pile?"
was Mr.. Hanson's first question.
.sOh. months ago. replied Barker,
with horrible effrontery. Your
daughter married me for love. gave
her both love and money. That's the
way it should be. Let's go in to
f..L MA, A.. x.,a<<o~ Too0 Tntv,&
1t ready?"
The old darby took him on one side
and whispered:
stMars' Charles, thar amt err scrap er
meat in the house 'cept what's been
done got fur the servan Is dinner"
Mr.. Barker rem aimed gazing at the
old fellow for ull half minute. The
situation dazed him.
Can't you-can't we have that?
What have they got for dinner, any
way?"
"A nice roas Of mutton"
1.-THE very thing, Joe. Serve it inn
mediately, an here. you folks buy
something more for yourselves We
mustn't keep the guests waiting"
He handed the darby dollar and the
old fellow slowly pocketed 1t.
Serve luncheon at once" ordered
Mr.. Barker. who was becoming impa-
tent What are you waiting for?"
sLookahere, Mars Charles, said the
old man, slowly and deliberately. "Hev
you any lice what that mutton cost?"
II can't say have. A dollar, per-
haps."
1.-THE ign'anco of some people, con-
ltinued the darby, us incomprcn'sible
That mutton's worth ten dollars II it's
worth red cent, but seem as how you
don't want IT."
He was turning away when Mr.. Bar
ker stopped him. II began to dawn
upon the young man from Twenty
third street that he was being black
mailed.
Here's your ten dollars, you black
rascal.
He took the money from his pocket
and handed 1t to Joe.
Bring as up couple Of bottles Of
claret. be said.
I've got to buy EN-, sab. That'li
COST you I've dollars more. It's mighty
pod wine and oheap sab +"