The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-06-24

FEATHER will have cold drive from
town tonight against that awful wind,
remarked Mrs. Muir as she drew her
chair up to the old fashioned fireplace
between her son and daughter. Hope
he won't come by the new road. The
bridge over the ravine isn't just in
proper shape yet"
'Listenl There are sleigh BELLS" in
serrupted George.
ITS not father" volunteered Mary.
HE took the old harness with the
string BELLS"
NO" said George, winking at his
mother; those bells belong to Fred
Watson, and you know it. Who is
leading in the race now, sis-Ed Simp
son or FredY'
Mother, make him behave" plead
ed the girl.
"Oh, George, don't be such tease!
Open the door and help Fred put the
horse up"
"Well, am betting two to one on
Simpson, Mary. He is poor starter.
but he'll finish strong" laughed the
young man as he reached for his hat.
If Mary heard, she made no reply.
In a moment he returned. ISIS he
shouted, Erred has the colt hitched up
to his new cutter, and he wants to
know if you will go over to Thomp
sons"
mot as far as Thompson's," answer
ed Mrs. Muir. at is too windy and
hui hos r1n Au 90
you may drive down toward the viii
lage and come home with father"
The young people were soon speeding
along the road. Near the ravine they
came upon Ed Simpson, dragging to-
boggan. Ed was passionately fond of
the sport and generally went to the
hills ON the nights when Fred Watson
was at the Muir home. Mary had a
great fear of tobogganing and would
not share his pleasure.
Fred Watson and Ed Simpson, ac-
cording to village gossip, were both
counting Mary. Mr.. Muir was said to
look with favor upon Fred. Simpson,
on the surface was more the friend of
George than the lover of Mary. He
had come up to Maysville from the city
two years before to start small COM
mission store and was well liked by
the farmers of the community. Fred
was the son of rich Farmer Watson
and did little else than drive a good
horse.
Timid little Mary, If she had any
preference, hid it successfully. And
ho+ hal al
answer soon.
"Going to the hills on a blowy night
like this?" called Mary as they passed
Simpson.
YES" came the good natured reply
''It takes worse weather than this to
spoil sport for me-
The cutter sped on, and Ed plodded
cheerily along the road. deep in
thought.
Suddenly the jingle of bells ahead
stopped. Looking up, Ed saw that
some one was struggling to jump out
of the cutter. 1t was a girls figure. In
stinctively Simpson rushed forward,
dragging the toboggan behind him. AS
he came nearer he heard her gasp:
"Please-go. Drive like mad by the
old road, and | will wait here and call
to father should he come from the 9th
er SIDE"
mo, Mary" answered Watson, 81
will not go and leave you here"
whats up?" cried Ed, hurrying to
the side of the cutter.
ooh, Mr.. Simpson, the new bridge
has given way in the center There
see, it has carried away the lights on
the other end. If father should come
this way, he would drive straight to
death. Mr.. Watson. please hurry! Oh,
dor
Miss Mary" interrupted Ed, 'let me
stay here, and you drive round with
Mr.. Watson. 'Tis too cold for you to
stand here"
mo, mol would only be an added
burden for the horse. oh, why don't
you drive on. Mr. WatsonT'
There is the light of rig down at
the second bend" cried Ed excitedly.
pointing across the ravine. Then, with
out another word, he seized the tobog
gan and rushed for the edge of the hill
Watson, realizing that time was pre-
cious whipped up his horse and made
for the old road around the ravine. The
distance was fully two miles, but the
rig on the other side was fully half
mile from the bridge, coming slowly
He might make it
"You are too late, Watson" yelled
Simpson. "Stay here, with Mary Il
will go down the ravine"
Watson was out of hearing, but Ma
ry Muir took in the situation at a
glance.
Mr.. Simpson" she called, running
after him. you must not! See! The
wreck has fallen right across the foot
of the slide, and you will rush to your
death. Please don't go that way"
81 must. There is a slight opening
there to the right, and can make it in
the moonlight. Besides. it's your ia
Their or me, and can take the chance.
for"-he hesitated a second, then spoke
hurriedly-"W Watson will never catch
him in time. but will catch him at the
foot of the first turn if all is we'll"
Cant we callT she asked appeal
ingly
mo. The wind is too strong from
that direction"
''Then am going with you. Ed"
Ed! She had never called him that
beforel
"Mary. dear. it might mean your
death. You must not come"
She laid her hand on his arm. az an
going. You can steer better with two
On board. And. Ed, know you will be
more careful If am with you"
Very gently and without further par
ley he placed her on the toboggan In
front of him, then pushed the sled to
the brink of the steep decline.
"Hold fast, little one" he said, "and
before we leave He stopped over
her and, raising her white face, kissed
it tenderly. And then-they were of.
Like an arrow shot from the bow
they sped over the snowy surface down
to the bottom. Along the level they
dashed for a few furlongs, straight
through the only opening in the wreck
age of the bridge, then over the ley
surface of the creek, on, on up the hill
to the first turn of the road, then
crash!
Ed was dazed even 40 he scrambled
to his feet