The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-04-10
bowed and repenfant.
please" she said, Pm good now"
''I'm glad to hear it."

blowZed and repentant.
please" she said, sT'm good now"
I'm glad to hear it"
'Please may 1 have EuniceT
''That barbarous fetch? Certainly
notw
For an instant Mary's expression
seemed to forbode resumption of the
old business. Then she sent a piteous
glance in the direction of the dismem-
bered idol, still lying where it had
fallen, and her throat swelled like a
widowed birds recalling, lovesick. the
tunefulness of the merry springtime.
MAY do my task?" she said, with a
weeping courage.
you can try to make amends, but l
won't have you here. l am very much
displeased."
Mary, pathetically forlorn, took book
and paper and retreated. At the door
she put up a trembling lip. ssWill you
kiss meY'
The botanist expiated his blush with
burnt offering of anger. go away"
he said. 81 am displeased, I tell you"
But when Mary had departed he felt
badly at ease. He was conscious of a
maggot in his brain and Hkened his
head to an oak apple. After lunch he
went out for walk, and when he re-
turned Eunice had vanished, and the
house seemed cold and dull.
Toward evening rain drummed on
the windows, and after dinner. restless
and dissatisfied, he stood looking out
into the dreary garden. 1t was shad-
owy no light there, and the black, wet
ground shone like eelskin. But under
the laburnum in the far corner was a
broad splotch of whiteness.
Suddenly his breath caught like
kink In a running reel. He stood
moment, then stole to the bell.
"Godl God!' he muttered as he rang
it in scared fashion.
''What is that" he said to the serv-
ant who appeared.
The girl looked and gave cry.
'Tt's Miss Maryp' she said and ran
into the rain, pursued by the botanist.
They found the child soaked, sitting
in her nightdress and very drowsy.
"Take her-you," whispered the bot
anist. 81 am not even worthy to be
first principle"
The girl carried the child swiftly in
to the sitting room.
Light the gas" she said inpatient
ly and was meekly obeyed.
Then in moment the botanist rush
ed at the child, slapped and shook her
and seemed to go mad.
"Let her be, you devilp' cried the
girl, struggling to defend her charge,
but the botanist took no notice of her,
for Mary opened her eyes.
what have you eatenY he shrieked,
and Mary murmured, "a yellow bees
egg"
Then the botanist seemed to go stark
crazy.
"Get mustard, smelling salts, cold
waterp' he yelled. "Tickle her throat!
Keep her awake! Fetch the battery"
Battery yourselfp' snapped the girl
defiantly.
"You fool, she's eaten poison-la-
burnum seedsi She'll diep
That was only an expression of opin-
ion, for five hours later the DotaniSC
was talking to Mary quite humbly and
wistfully as she lay in bed.
"And-and what made you do it,
Mary?"
'It was when l came back from
burying Eunice, guardian, and there
was nobody left, and then / remem-
bered the paper that you wrote about
the cittishine and that you = you
wouldn't
"Call it yellow bees, Mary, or golden
rain and call me uncle, Mary. And
you shall have another doll tomorrow,
half as big as yourself, efflorescent
and serrated like a Dresden shep-
herdess, and-and"-
The botanist bent moment and left
the room hurriedly.
'sHe's made my face wet" thought
Mary. "But, darling Eunice-well, she
was q rickety child, after all, poor
dear"
And in the darkness of his study the
botanist was murmuring: Lucy!
Lucyr'-Pall Mall Magazine.