The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-03-07

| breakfast, when Mrs Randol was Civ
| ing her orders to Bridget, Della hap
pened to be downstairs backing Mr.
RandoPs boots She came into the
kitchen Just as Mrs. Randol was speak
| ing.
$50 think we must have man to
fix the furnace. 1t is too much for you
and Maggie. Do you know of anyone
whom we could have, Bridget? o,
Della, don't you know of anyone?"
Della reflected. There's person !
know" she said, ''who's an honest,
straightforward sort o. man. He's
little stupid. but think he'd do it well,
ma'am. I'll tell him, If ye say SO, an
he'll be up to-morrer."
'sBut how do you know that he'll
come?"inquired Mrs. Randol; II can
only afford to give him two dollars q
week.
ssOh, he'll come, ma am," said Della
When her work was done she sat down
and wrote as follows:
"DEAR PHIL;
aYou was kinder impolite in your last but
thought Tde furgive you just once. Mrs. Randoa
warnts Man TO Fix the ferniss. dolls week.
Do you warnt the iobi You come up here twioo
day. Cawdially yours,
Della always omitted her obnoxious
second name in her correspondence.
The next day she received note
from Phil:
DEAR DELLA df you'll exous the familyar-
ity):
my BUSINESS is now changed from odd Jobs
to Groceries and provisions, eo83 Market St
q rfaA 10,
No time for Fernisses. Saw Miss Sullivan OF
Dublin today. She sends love Never felt SO
well in me life Your obt servt,
.P. CROWLEY"
The tears were in Delia's eyes when
she told Mrs. Randol that the man
whom she had proposed as a furnace
fxer would not come. She was too
angry to recommend Phips groceries
and provisions.
As the twilight of that day came on,
Della sat at the kitchen window. sew
ing. She was putting on button for
little Jack Randol, while he looked on.
This was just the time of day that
Phil Crowley used to drop in; but he
had not appeared since the night be-
fore the ball 81 don't care; hope he
won't come" said Della to herself; and
her eyes, which were not quite dry,
showed how little she did care. Bird
get came in, and Jack asked for piece
of gingerbread
''Oh, wish ye was marriedr' said
Bridget. She did not mean that Jack
had arrived at suitable age fer matri-
mony, but only that she wist ed him
somewhere else. Before long, she
yielded to his persuasive powers, and
he departed with his button securely
fastened on, and his gingerbread in his
| hands.
Della looked up from her work, and
out of the window. She could see down
narrow alley to where 1t joined
larger one, and thus she could, as it
were, take an ms tantaneous photo
graph of every one who passed along
the main alley. She heard footsteps;
two figures passed. They were Phil
and Miss Sullivan, of Dublin. His arm
was round her waist. Della did not
shrek, as actresses do, when their low
crs desert them. She only left the
kitchen and went up to her own room.
1t was more than week before Phil
came to call again. Della had been
schooling herself to the proper GOODNESS
of manner every evening that he did not
appear; and now, when he really did
come, she felt disposed to melt How
ever, she nerved herself to the encoun-
ter, her little heart. don't doubt,
humping uncomfortably as she en-
tered the kitchen
Good evening, Della" said Phil
Good evening"" said Della ST hope
you've enjoyed the last week and
half" She stopped and bit her lip.
Neither spoke again till Bridget had
gone out to see to the furnace. Then
Della took a little package from her
pocket. "I'ye got some things for you.
Phil, " she said, her sternness of man
ner having entirely disappeared II
thought ye might want 'em back, now
ye don't come here no more" Her eyes
began to glisten. There's those let
ters ye wrote from Narragansett last
summer when ye was drivin' the hack,
and here's the bangle and the earrings
ye gave me last year. Here she trem-
bled for a moment before her last eff
fort 81 thought Miss Sullivan, of Dub
lin, might like EN-, an poor girl like
mes not at for 'em; an'-an'-an' I
hope you an Miss Sullivan-win be
happy-an'-an'-" here poor Della
broke down and began to cry.
Phil came up and took her hand.
'sWhy, Della, child, dye care for me
little bit. thin? I hadn't no idea of it."
He was going to put his arm round her.
but she withdrew.
mol Ye mustn't" she said, looking
at him with cleaning eyes. "SAs
wouldn't like it."
Della" says Phil, ''just listen to
me-" Then he goes up and whispers
in her ear: Nellie Sullivan's my half
sister"
Poor Della is perfectly aghast ''Oh,
Phil, Phil" she says, San I've gone
an shown ye that don't quite hate We
arter all"
"Yes, me little girl" says Phil, IAN
I shan't forget 1t now knows 1t; but
ye can't think the tin -thousandth part
o. me that l do o. you" Then, with
the eloquence which characterizes his
race, he went on; AN pray the Al
mighty God an all the blessed saints
We may niver suffer like did for the
next twenty-four hours after We sent
me away"
''Twinty-four hours?" said Della.
"Why, twinty-four hours arter that
was the night o. the party. Why
wasn't We unhappy thin? Sure. was
cross enough to ye."
'Ah, We sweet thing, don't ye see
that that's how / began to think ye
might care just bit for me arter alp"
says Phil AN now good-by, Della,
an before long I'll hope to see ye Mrs.
P. Crowley"
Zine groceries an provisions" says
Della swell, Phil, guess I'd better
say yes, II it's only to change me last
name. Crowley amt very fashion
able"-here Phil looked trifie abashed
but it sounds Christian an that's
more'n can be said Of McGonigie. -
Robert Beverly Hale, In Boston Budget.
Grass Cloth.
The Chinese make what ID called
sschi-warhi," grass cloth, from the fiber
Of the common nettle. II is said to
make splendid cloth for tents, awn-
ings, etc. When made into betting for
| machinery It Is said to have twice the