The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1901-06-04

dme), ito offer-if you would accept q
tribe from us toward helping these
my dear SIR" interrupted Colin Nc
Colin, II could not possibly allow you
to do such thing"
'.But the poor people must be SO un-
happy" said Della, land we would be
only too glad"
Il am delighted to meet with such
sympathy" said the old gentleman.
"But it is really quite impossible"
He began to talk of something else.
But Della asked him again, and In the
end he said that he had never been able
to refuse lady. That is just what l
think about Della. So in the end we
wrote our names on a piece of paper,
and he accepted something for the fish
ermen. and just as he thanked us and
put the slip of paper back into his pock-
ct the train drew up for It's first wait.
1--WE stop here ten minutes" said the
old gentleman. Della said that she
should like cup Of coffee. She glanced
up at the bag on the rack as she left
the carriage.
ooh, I'll look after your luggage"
said Colin McColin. II shan't get out. +"
THANK you so much" said Della
very sweetly.
The buffet was at the other end CT
the platform. The coffee was not nice,
and it was very hot, but it is not wise
to drink out of the saucer under the
whitening eyes of q railway refresh
ment maid.
Besides" said Della, reading my
thoughts = besides, there's heaps of
time"
"You say So" retorted.
"And, again." said Della, drinking
coffee is an art"
Losing trains is also an art" OBJ
served.
what an old silly you arew said
Della. Didn't Mr.-Mr. Mac-what
was it, JackT'
"McColin," said I. TITS not name
you could easily forget"
He said there was wait Of ten min
utes."
Lets hope he told the truth"
"Jack," said Della, I'm sure there
never was such nice old man. Men
are always so dreadfully suspicious"
/ swallowed my coffee desperately.
1t was unpleasant and very hot, and it
burned my throat.
do hurry up" said to Della rather
irritably, "or leave your coffee! We
shall certainly miss the train"
'I'm not going to be wasteful," said
Della. She grasped the handle Of the
cup courageously. She was lifting 1t
to her lips when a shout startled me,
and l sprang through the swing doors
just in time to see our end of the train
moving rapidly by me. The old gen
tleman was leaning out of the window
and waving his arms. He shouted as
he saw me standing at the doors.
'I'n put your bag down at the next
stationl' he cried. 1.-THE next station
he shouted from the distance.
Della came leisurely on to the plat
form.
what horrid coffee that WASH said
she and waved her handkerchief in
farewell to McColin, still leaning out
of the carriage window. "How very
fortunate that he should be there to
look after the bag-my jewels and all?'
she finished in kind of gasp.
Every lucky" I said.
But somehow / began to feel dubi-
GUS.
There was 35 minutes before the
next train stopped at the station and
we could continue our journey. At the
next station l inquired after the bag,
but the officials at the cloakroom knew
nothing whatever of the old gentleman
or the bag. When l explained this to
Della, / am afraid that she lost her
temper for the second time that week.
men are so stupidw said she after
some time ITO be taken in like thatp
reminded her gently but emphatic
ally that If had had my way she
would not have taken her jewels. II
was the last we ever saw of them or OF
that very nice old gentleman, Colin
McColin of Seigeps Brae.
When Della tells this story, she says
it was f3 that gave to Colin McColin
for his distressed fishermen. l am
quite sure 1t was not half as much as
that. Though was rather cross over
the occurrence at the time, l think II
was lesson for Delia.-Penny Picto-
rial Magazine.