The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1899-08-15

yourself
He-How7 Do you think man
ought to be tipsy on one tumbler of
Roman punch?
Shell mean, if you are In your
senses, what can have made you treat
my cousin Jennie as you have2
He evidently startled)-Your cousin
Jennie2 Who on earth
At this point the young lady turned
and fairly ran away. leaving Brainerd
standing alone in the middle Of the
room. He seemed puzzled at some
thing. We heard him-or did, If Mrs.
Fisher did not-mutter to himself.
1--WE gone and made a botch of 1t, l
guess"
Then he laughed to himself.
In another minute we saw him walk
slowly out into the hall, pulling at his
mustache. Then it was time for us to
break cover. We came from behind
the palm and walked out into the hall,
where Brainerd was found arguing
with a servant about a crush hat and
overcoat
Il think you have made a mistake,
sir" said the servant "This Is Mr..
Barry's hat And he pointed to the
initials III. B." inside the crown in
gilt letters.
"Oh," said Brainerd, 81 see. Those
are Mr.. Batry's initials, are they?
Well you see, it's mistake. The fool
man who put those letters In took me
for Mr.. Barry-Harry Barry, Ell? Or
he thought my first name was Harry.
Ha, ha! Here's half dollar for you.
That's my hat all right"
"Going already?" said Mrs. Fisher,
standing close to his shoulder.
"Ohp' he said, with a start. 81 didn't
know where you were. Yes, I'm afraid
| must be off. The journey has rather
knocked me out, you know. I've had
delightful evening of it"
The servant stared and Mrs. Fisher
stared and l stared as Brainerd walk
ed hastily out through the swinging
doors.
Now, there is a wide, covered veranda
outside the front door of that house.
and the floor Of the veranda is boarded.
That night-the house being in festival
trina bright light burned under the
roof of the veranda.
Almost at the same moment that
Brainerd, in evening dress, with a cape
and crush hat-whether his or
Barry's-went through the swinging
doors to the veranda, Brainerd, In a
rusty tweed suit, with a golf cap and
light oyercoat, bounded in at the
same door.
We three-Mrs. Fisher, the servant
and I-all stared. So did half dozen
people who stood behind us. Elsie,
who was standing talking confidential
~ to her cousin Jennie, tainted, with a
piercing scream, though Jennie. strange
to say, managed to keep perfectly cool.
Mr.. BrainerdF' Mrs. Fisher almost
shrieked. "You went out Of that door
a second agor'
Jack Brainerd," said. 'you have a
doublew
He stood stock still for one moment;
then, muttering 81 thought SOP turned
and dashed out again.
In a few minutes-whiIe we all
crowded out on the porch, most of US
believing we had spent social even
ing with a ghost-the mystery was
cleared up.
Brainerd in tweeds, GREATNESS, re-
turned with Brainerd in evening dress
a prisoner.
Here he is" said Brainerd in
tweeds. Mrs. Fisher my disgraceful
twin brother Harry. | ran up against
him on my way back here yesterday.
He heard about-about Jennie-only |
didn't tell him her first name He pre-
tended he was travelling the other way,
then doubled on me and got here six
hours or so ahead of my time"
why didn't you ever tell Jennie
about your twin brotherf' l after
ward asked Jack Brainerd. "She
would have guessed how it was if you
had only told her that
We'll, that's family history, old
man. Harry is quite respectable now,
though He gave me proof of that
when l met him by accident at Pitts
burg. He's seen all our people at
1ome, and been quite rehabilitated. So
now ! don't mind if he does marry
Elsie. He's had enough of the south
vest and the chaparral, and he isn't
lalf a bad fellow in reality."-St.
Louis Post Dispatch.