The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-05-08

THEN SHE STARTED IN TO WRECK THINGS.
your father. Here's another half to as
sist you. This is simply preparatory,
Sammis. Quarters and halves and dol
lars will chink and rattle around here
and pass from me to you with aston
ishing frequency. All you've got to do
is to look out for my interests"
Eyes, SIR"
sShould woman call here, Sammis
Ian oldish woman, with red hair and
sharp nose and voice like file''-
sYou are out, of course. She's the
woman who wants contributions for
the heather, and you don't want to be
bothered"
EXACTLY, Sammis! And you are a
jewelw he said as he patted me on the
head. 81 am always to be out when
she calls. You are to discourage her
from calling again. You may even hint
that / have removed to Chicago or st.
Louis. 1 see you closely scrutinizing
nv side whiskers, Samnis. Don't you
like the color?'
Eyes, sir, but they are false.
"Ah, Sammis, another quarter for
the gigantic mortgage. It's little no
ton of mine to wear false whiskers for
few weeks, and nothing need be said
about it. What we know we know, but
we keep mum about it. You trust me;
l trust you. Well make that mortgage
look sick in a month or two. Ia, ia,
Sammis! l think we understand each
other"
/ thought so, too, and it was all
right for two or three weeks. Mr..
Rockaway didn't come down with any
more halves, but didn't lay that up
against him. 1t was what he said and
did that hurt my feelings. One day at
the fourth floor a lawyers boy called
me sawed off liar. stopped the ele-
vator to punch his head and thus was
late getting up to answer a call from
Mr. Rockaway. He was mad about it,
and, taking me by the ear, he said:
you trifiing young monkey, but I'll
have no more of this! I've good mind
to report you to the agent and have you
bounced! What do you mean by such
conducts"
"I'm sorry, sir"
"That makes no difference. From
this tim, out | shall have an eye on
you, and you'll either walk chalk or
get the bounce. Do you hear me?"
The iron struck home. From that
hour 1 waited and longed for a red
l,oo,7o5 e,1,o w, ,,ocod xuomon fo onnoar
Luck was with me. On the afternoon
Of the fifth day she walked in and
made straight for me and said:
ssBub, Pm looking for man named
Rockaway. I'm his wife,"
'Have you got business with him?" l
asked.
81 have strict business. Is there
such a man in this building?"
There is a Mr.. Rockaway here, but
he's got side whiskers."
"Oh, he hast Well, I'll pull 'em off in
three seconds! Take me right up"
/ took her up l am not bad eleva-
tor boy at heart. but boy in my posi-
ton has got to maintain his dignity
among the tenants. | held the elevator
until l saw her enter room 81 and
heard the first shock of collision, and
then had business elsewhere. What
happened after that was told by the
typewriter in Mr.. Rockaway's office.
When the redheaded woman bounced
into the room, she first attacked those
beautiful side whiskers, and they were
wrecked in a breath. Then she started
In to wreck things, and her language
was English and her tones loud. She
had the whole floor alarmed In two
minutes, and the people who rushed in
found the typewriter girl hiding I'M
der the desk and Mr. Rockaway on the
floor and mixed up with broken furni-
ture. 1t was lively while it lasted, and
the redheaded woman had breath
enough left to explain that the man on
his back was her lawful husband, but
had run away from her in Buffalo O
year before He had nothing to say in
reply, and when the agent came. up and
told him that he had better look for
other quarters he prepared to move.
/ didn't see him until the remains of
his office furniture had been sent away.
Then he rang for me to take him down.
He had not resumed his side whiskers
There were scratches all over his face
and neck, lump on his jaw, and the
wildness yet fingered in his eyes. ex-
pected he would threaten or reproach
me, but he didn't feel at all that way.
On the contrary, there was sadness in
his voice and gentleness in his hand as
he reached out for a farewell shake
and said:
"Sammis, cannot blame you. be-
gan right, but l did not carry out the
programme. | started in to be father
to you and to help lift that gigantic
bluff would be the game to work. You
saw my bluff and went one better. 1t
was you who brought her up?
ayes, SIR
"And you gave my side whiskers
awayY
Eyes, sir"
"Well, it was my own fault. Office
gone, whiskers gone, typewriter gone
and the redheaded woman camped on
my trail. am financially ruined, Sam
mis-, and can't say that l have even
saved my honor. However, here's my
hand, and bear you no i'll will. If
die, l shall forgive you; if live on, it
will be great moral lesson to me-"
That afternoon Mr.. Rasher, the agent,
called me into his Office and said:
"Sammis, has your wounded dignity
been healed?"
Eyes, sir"
''Then don't take any more redhead-
ed women up In the elevator. Such lit
tie affairs as that in room 68 cause gos-
sip and hurt our business"
Just at present our building is as
quiet as graveyard, and hope it may
long remain so. Something may bob
up at any moment, however, but if 1t
does it will not be the fault of
SAMMIS. the Elevator Bow.