The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-07-11

"Weu, / neveri" said Mrs Minton.
Then it's true that she and Ben Blifil
are engaged gin ner fathers wishest
And these is love letters. Well, / do
declared Nobody needn't never tell me
that there amt no romance, even in the
rag-and- bottle businessl"
Then entered Mr.. Ralston, painting
and perspiring with the haste he had
made.
BE you Mis- Minton?" was his curt
address.
Eyes, please, SIR said the old wom-
an, smoothing her stifay starched white
apron.
your husband bought sheet-iron
stove at our place yesterday-the Raj
ston farm-didn't hep"
Yes, SIR" little timidly. cts in
his way of business, you know, SIR"
Yes, know. But there was pack
age Of papers in the pipejoint-"
mo, sir, it want, said Mrs. Minton,
temporarily thrown off her guard. "It
was in the ash-drawer, for
And then, remembering herself, she
screwed her lips close together and grew
very red.
where is the stove?" calculated Raj
ston.
Down cellar, sir, said Mrs. Minton.
Look for yourself. I'm sure don't
want nothin' to do with none Of your
papersl''
And down rushed Simeon. In half a
minute he returned, evidently much re-
lieved.
They were in the ash-drawer," said
he, land your husband must ha
changed 'em aroundi I declare, be-
tween meddling men and meddling
women, I'm most ruinedi'
Dear mel'' gasped Mrs. Mintcn,
looking feebly after him as he strobe
away. There amt neither beginnin'
nor end to all this fuss. What will
Moses say when he comes home9''
Once in his own room at home Mr..
Ralston fitted on his spectacles and
hurriedly opened the fateful package
"Faughr he cried, dropping it In dis
may ITS pack o. love lettersl My
own lovep Ny dearest treasured Yours
until deathp What are these? And
where's my five United States bonds
Tor thousand dollars eachq"
He was answered sooner than he had
expected, for while the exclamation
yet how cred on his lips Comfort rushed
In with clasped hands.
Father" she cried, there is some
thing that belongs to you'll Some gov
eminent bonds with your name on
theml And, OIL where did you get
Ben's letters"
sBen's letters, eh?' said the old man,
slow smile breaking over his face
''Well, here they be. A fair exchange
amt no robbery"
"Father"-the girls head dropped on
his shoulder, the tears sparkled In her
eyes-''you know it all now. We love
less we can be united. Take back what
you said, father. Do not forbid us to
be happy, dear, dear fatherl"
"Well, well" said Ralston, ready to
concede anything in the immense relief
Of recovering the treasures that had
been well-nigh lost, 'have 1t your own
way, If the case is really SO bad as that.
Folks says Ben's business is loolxin' up
of late, p'r'aps he'll make decent sort
O. husband for you yet"
ooh, fatherl Oh, fatherr'
There, there, Comfort, don't squeeze
me so everlastin' close demonstrated
the old farmer. But it's sort o queer,
now, amt it, that we should both hev'
selected the same hidin' place for our
things, eh2 Like an old raven and
young un, eh?"
And Comfort Ralston fastened joy
fully to her mother to impart the glad
tidings.
st never would have happened,
mother, II you hadn't sold the old stovel
Oh, you should have seen fathers facel'
And ever afterward the sound of
Moses Minton's jangling bells was music
In Comfort Ralston's ears.-Amy Ran
dolph. In n. Y. Ledger.