The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1899-09-26
APART OF HIS STORY
ONE CHAPTER IN TIE LIFE OF A
YOUNG ADvENTuRER.

A Dramatic Incident In Career
which May Have Ended Behind
Prison Bars or Which May Now Be
BrinfuI of Happiness and Hope.
''These little detached passages in
other peoples stories that we are con-
tinually running into by pure chance,
said an old reporter off duty, are the
most fascinating and tantalizing things
in life Sometimes we get a whole
chapter. sometimes we get nothing
more than a scrap Of Dialogue, and as
often as not it's only glance of the
eye or a gesture of the hand, but we
realize all the same that we have acct
dentally intruded upon some poignant
human document of which we are
never to know either the beginning or
the end. l have often amused myself
by taking such fragmentary morsels
and attempting to reconstruct around
them logical sequence of events, just
as naturalists build up fossil monstrosi-
ties from small sections of their big
toes, and may add that the invariable
result of my efforts has shattered my
faith in comparative zoology I am
forced to believe that the naturalists
are taking us. However, when -
oh well. said somebody in the
Office, go ahead and tell the story and
have done with it
The incident had in mind, !" con-
tinued the old reporter looking some
what injured, was narrated to me by
a gentleman of this city who is now
manager of an extensive orange grove,
with offices in New Orleans Eight or
nine years ago, before he assumed his
present position, he had charge Of a
large sugar plantation up the river, and
one day during the grinding season
young Englishman came to his Office
and applied to him for work.
The young fellow said his name
was John Mason, and his shabby clothes
and hungry look in his eye confirmed
the statement that he was badly in
need of job. The manager liked his
face and manners and put him at light
work with gang at the cane carriers
Mason proved very good hand. He
was steady and sober, but he attracted
no special attention, had no intimates
and never let drop word about his
history At the end of the season he
drew his money and went away.
t'About month later the manager
received a letter from lady in Eng
land inquiring about her son, John
Mason, whom she understood was
working on that plantation. The letter
went on to say that he had left home
believing he had killed young woman
to whom he was engaged He had
struck her with something in fit of
insane jealousy The wona -as not
dead, and the trouble h Ied
up. Meanwhile the y. ad
come in for legacy of his
mother wanted him to .ce.
The letter was evident, zen by
a person of culture and refinement and
seemed sincere, but, having no idea Of
Mason's whereabouts, all the manager
could do was to reply to that effect
That closed the correspondence.
Zone evening next grinding season
very ragged, trampish looking man
came to the office window and asked
for work. Dirt. privation and heavy
beard had changed him considerably,
but the manager recognized him as
Mason at glance. Didn't you use to
work for me?' he asked. No, replied
the man. / was never south before in
my life. , Well said the manager, I
have no work for you, but you remind
ed me at first of fellow want to see,
a fellow named John Mason.
'The applicant stood for while ir-
resolute. i used to have a partner by
that name, he said finally; may be it
was him. What was it about?'
The manager looked him in the eye.
i wanted to tell him that that woman
was not dead. he replied.
Mason grabbed hold of the window
sill and turned white as sheet under
his dirt His jaw trembled for a min
ute, and then he began to blubber like
a child. The manager came out, led
him in kindly, and as soon as the Eng
lishman saw the letter he admitted the
story of his fight was true The reac-
ton was so great that he became half
hysterical, but at last he was persuaded
to go to his old quarters for the night,
and the manager assured him that he
would make arrangements next day for
his immediate return to England /"
''Well?' asked several listeners.
''That's all there is to the story"
said the old reporter Next morning
John Mason WASH t there. His bed had
not been slept in; nobody had seen
him; nobody has ever seen him since
Where he came from, what became of
him, who he really was, nobody knows.
The manager wrote to the mother and
got no reply, and the question arises,
Was it his mother after all Might not
the letter have been a decoyf How did
the writer learn his addresss Was the
girl actually alive or dead2 True. the
manager might have settled some of
these problems by further inquiries at
the English end, but he is wise man
and has learned that it is not well to
NEEDLE with detached chapters. It is
an axcal1ent rula '1-NpxU Or1aonc