The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1894-05-29
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mlRuJ 90 TOO muCn, you KNOW.
Nonsense, " said, rather vexed at
his tone.
81 must go along now, he said, but
toning up his coat. ''rye some business
in the next house-119. "
l noticed for the first time that he
looked i'll, and tried to make him take
some brandy before he went out, but he
seemed in hurry and couldn't stop.
"Goodby, he said, "and remember
the picture is mine.
1t was a hot, clammy night, and after
Davis left l threw the windows open as
far as they were made to be thrown
and got as far out Of one of them as
safely could by fitting my chair back
and extending my legs out into that un-
defined everywhere called the wide,
wide world.
So Davis had bought my picture, and
was to name the price. Well, he was
a rich man, / thought complacently,
and my price grew in size the longer /
thought about it. 1t did not occur to
me that receipted bill for three months
rent, due last week, might be justly
considered as part payment. would
make the sum large enough to cover my
expenses to Paris and back next sum
mer. And them
was startled by hearing the door to
the next room shut gently. 1 had not
INDUCED in many dreams of my fair
neighbor lately In fact, my new inter
est in art had locked the door on my
curiosity, and some way now | cared
little about finding the key.
1 nearly jumped out of my chair,
however, when heard distinct groan
from the next room, and as sprang to
my feet there was the sound Of heavy
fall rushed into the hall. This was
no time for knocking, and l swiftly turn
ed the handle of the door which had so
baff1ed me in my desire to know more of
the occupant of the room behind it.
The room was totally dark.
whats the matter? Can be of any
assistance?' / called, peering into the
blackness.
There was no reply, and brought the
lamp from my room and held it high
above my head, giving hasty glance
around as | did so.
The room was larger than mine and
handsomely furnished, evidently by a
person of taste, had time to think to
myself before my eyes fell ON dark fig
ure lying face downward ON the floor
beside the table.
Lquickly put the lamp down, lifted
h. A1rryN 70 la
her to see if she were conscious.
To my surprise it was old Maggie,
and she was quite, quite dead was SO
stunned that l could not think for a
minute. Then l went out, closed the
door softly and reverently and ran down
stairs.
SO this was my neighbor, and l never
knew
On the second floor / met one of the
housemaids carrying q lamp, which ]
took out of her hands.
go quickly, said /, ''to 119 and
tell DR.. Davis that Maggie is dead. T"
The girl looked frightened, but obeyed
without a word.
Then I suddenly thought of her son
Dick, she called him. He must know.
I was about to go in search of some one
else when l met Davis ON the landing
in the dimly lighted hall.
"Davis, said l, 1--WE must send fol
her son. Do you know where he lives?'
1 could see even in the semidarkness
that his face was working convulsively,
but without answering he strobe on tC
Maggie's room, following
Two of the maids were in the room
now, one Of them weeping noisily, fol
Maggie had been kind to her last winter
when she was i'll.
But Davis did not notice them. He
went quickly over to the bed, dropped
on his knees by its side, and taking the
poor, stiff, wrinkled hands in his he
covered them with kisses.
When he rose and turned toward me,
1 saw the great tears rolling down his
face.
Carroll" he said gently, leave us
together Her son is here. Mae S.
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