The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-09-25
The W0y Some Men Love
The Story of Mans Sacrifice.
By Elizabeth Vose.


It'll be like lassoing a butterfly, an
low as the man as can do it amt ap-
peared in camp yit," said Joe Bartlett
meditatively. "As for me, amt got
the show of chance. How In thunder
can 1 expect dainty little girl like
Kitty to care for a rough, ignorant
Teller like me?"
He took the pipe from his mouth and,
knocking the ashes from it, filled It
carefully, but 1t was evident that his
mind was not upon his task.
Cant even speak grammar as I'd
ort to-" he muttered with disgust. "But
they amt nothing I wouldn't do for
Kitty-Lord love her-even to studying
a grammar book"
Joe was modest. He had no self
esteem whatever and undervalued his
merits. That so remarkable creature
as Kitty should ever love him was to
be considered only in the light of an
impossibility. If his love became hope
full, he reviled himself and blushed at
his temerity.
Yet Joe was foreman Of the new mine
at Clear Greek camp and the most i'm
portant man in the place.
mo, the man amt arrived yit," con-
tinued Joe, can when he does"-he
turned a little pale-"when he does
God help Joe BartlettT
That evening, as was his habit, Joe
was at Amos Carriers cabin. There
were two reasons why he liked to
spend an evening with Carter-he en-
joyed swapping yarns with him over
their. pipes and Kitty happened to be
Carriers daughter. Kitty never sus-
pected his love. Joe knew that she did
not return it, and he was not man to
wear his heart on his sleeve. If any
one had asked her about her opinion Of
Joe, she would have confessed frankly
that she was almost as fond of him as
of her father.
In the midst of a story of the plains
which he was telling for the twentieth
time there was a loud rap on the door.
Carter went to open it. A stranger
stood on the threshold, tall, slender,
well made young fellow, wearing the
garb of the city bred man.
''Is this Mr.. Carriers placer he asked.
Chats my name, young Teller. Will
you come INF"
Il was told" said the newcomer as
he complied with the invitation, 'that
/ should find Mr.. Bartlett here"
Joe came forward and offered his toll
hardened hand to the stranger.
"You are Mr. Ames, the superintend-
ent's son, guess. He wrote me you
were coming up for spell, but didn't
low we'd see you till the next stage.
1 am glad to see you, sir" he said
heartily.
A certain Indifference or Incidence
which seemed habitual vanished from
the young mans face and manner. He
held out his hand frankly.
THANK you. l have come to rusti-
cate. have bad reputation at home.
1t arises from a slight difference be-
tween the governor and myself.
am conscientiously opposed to work"
He squared his shoulders and laughed.
81 am supposed to take fathers place
here, but / have perfect confidence in
you, Bartlett, and l shall take 1t as
favor if you will forget to remind me
of the responsibilities of the situation"
Again his boyish laugh rang out, and
the others laughed in sympathy.
He was Enthusiastically good deal of
a dandy. His linen was as immaculate
as it would have been in the city, and
the hand from which diamond flash
ed was as white and shapely as a
woman's.
eve must be good friends, Bartlett"
he continued, "for l want you to let
me down easy on the labor problem.
Dad wants to make life a treadmill
for me-"
A broad smile from his hearers greet
ed this statement.
81 hope you know what work is,
young feller.". said Carter, his smile
ending in an audible chuckle.
Clay Ames never knew what reply
he made. His eyes for the first time
had met Kitty's, and he forgot every
thing else but the tall slip of girl
with the wild rose face.
In less than a week everybody IN
camp knew that the superintendent
son was In love with Kitty Carter.
Half the men in the camp were his
rivals, but they all liked the young
boss. who had made himself one of
them from the first night of his arriv-
al Kitty's ways were maddening. Ii
her willful heart favored any one. even
her handsome city lover, she discreet
~ kept the knowledge to herself.
Toe Bartlett had just left the Office
and was on his way to the mine. Look
ing up. he saw Kitty's flying figure
speeding toward him. He knew at
once that something was wrong. She
was GREATNESS, her lips were blanched
and her eyes wild with terror.
"Kitty, what is it? Anything wrong
at the mines?" he asked anxiously.
She caught his arm to steady herself.
There's been a slider she gasped,
'and Clay
A sob choked her voice, and the ago
ny in her face went to Joe's heart like
knife stab His face whitened.
as Clay anything to you, Kitty?' he
asked huslily.
Everything all the world to- me"
moaned Kitty. my heart will break
If he dies"
Joe unclasped her trembling fingers
from his arm.
please heaven we won't let him
die, DEAR" he said gently, and mo-
ment later he was gone.
How the men worked to reach the
death trap where six of their COM
rades were entombed until, exhausted.
they were compelled to fall back, while
others filed their places! How one
man, tireless and determined, kept al
ways at the head, never resting for a
moment. To tell all this would make
story of itself
Joe Bartlett inspired everybody and
cheered and encouraged the despairing
crowd that gathered about the entrance
of the NINE and when, after hours of
hard work, the last dividing wall Of
earth was penetrated and an opening
made large enough for man to enter.
it was Joe Bartlett who, with no
thought of his own danger, climbed
through into the chamber beyond and
one by one lifted the half dead men
to those waiting on the outside to re-
ceive them.