The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1899-07-25

cy and wondered if lie ever felt as
much like a chicken thief as / did at
that moment
"Why, don't cry" 1 managed to say
at last. I'm not deprive you Of
home. l only bought the mortgage as
an investment, you know"
Here / was actually apologizing for
having money out at interest" The
poor woman went away a little COM
forted at last and went to bed with
nervous headache.
l rather lost interest in my mortgage
after that. didn't sleep well for some
reason, and when did doze a little my
dreams were haunted by weeping old
ladies. l got a bad habit of going in
to brown study at inconvenient times
and would start guilty when spoken
to suddenly.
One day got note from Mr.. Adams
saying he was going to foreclose at
once and assuring me that I'd get my
money all right needn't worry.
Somehow l didn't find the assurance
comforting and went home without
any appetite for supper.
MAY the Lord preserve me from
ever becoming CAPITALISM cried Lu-
ellie, looking at my face as l sat try
ing to read after supper. you look,
my dear, for all the world like Judas
Iscariot after he was found out. A
funeral would be cheerful beside you.
Thank goodness, Bob is coming to-
night"
Bob is Lucille's cousin, a young law
yer and the jolliest boy going. But,
alas, when he came Bob was in the
blues too! He sighed like a furnace
every few moments and finally an
nounced that he couldn't stay.
Il want to see a man named Adams
about mortgage" he said, and turn
ed cold all over.
Its the saddest case l ever heard
Of" he went on. can old couple who
are clients of mine had a mortgage on
their home. 1t was bought year or
SO ago by some shark or other"
covered my eyes with my hand
just here, and Lucille coughed in an
embarrassed way, but Bob noticed
nothing and proceeded in a troubled
tone:
'Of course they couldn't keep up the
interest Whoever bought the mort
gage knew they couldn't. Such people
always figure on that, you know, and
now the poor old chap has gone crazy
over losing his home-clean daffy, you
know-and his poor wife will be turned
out unless something is done"
There was dead silence for a mo-
ment when he stopped, and then l got
up without word, and going to my
desk unlocked the drawer where
kept the precious mortgage. With
trembling fingers seized my pen and
with a few strokes Cancelled the mort
gage, and as did so a load rolled off
my heart
Here" cried eagerly to the mysti-
fed Bob, ''take this to that poor wom-
an quick. tonightY
"Oh, Sarap' cried Lucille, you
worked SO hard for that money"
$50 has she," l said. "And l am
young and strong, While she Is old and
helpless. Oh, Lucille, if you knew
how I've hated myself lately"
Lucille took me in her arms and then
explained things to Bob, while cried
little, though 1 couldn't help thinking
what Mr.. Higginson would have said
at my behavior.
We got Bob off at last, as happy as
lord, and then Lucille embraced me
again.
"You were never cut out for CAPT
talist. / knew it all the time" she
cried triumphantly.
THANK you, dear" l said meekly.
"And say, Lucille, let's go to hear
Maude Adams tonight"
why" she exclaimed, Der eyes as
big as saucers, ''the prices are way up
In G."
who cares?' l said. I'm richer
tonight than I've been for years"
And we went Edgar Temple Field
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