The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-10-17
PADDY
WHARTON'S
GAL By c. B.
LEWIS
Copyright, 1906. by Il. s. Mcclure

EFOperly speaking, Hduuy WHARTON 8
domicile was not cabin, but shanty.
1t was combination Of groggery and
boarding house and one finding no ia
vor in the eyes of the police. Paddy
himself was man who was down on
almost everything, including law and
order and the railroads, and his wife
was woman with tongue in her
head. There was only one child In the
Wharton family, and she was girl of
thirteen who was generally referred to
as Paddy Wharton's gal.
While her father dispensed grog and
swore and her mother cooked for the
boarders and scolded, Rose Wharton's
part In supporting the family consisted
in stealing coal from the freight cars
and Juggling 1t home on her back,
bushel or so at time. Neither the
Whartons nor their Tx called 1t steal
ing, but the railroad folks did. The
agent had threatened Paddy's gal many
and many time, and on three or four
occasions his assistant had caught her
red handed and taken her plumber
away and cuffed her ears. She had
even been arrested, though the judge
let her go on her promise to mend her
ways. Things were getting hot when
the old agent left He had set out to
break up the pilfering, and Paddy
Wharton's gal was returning home
with an empty sack as often as with
full one.
The state of suspense was brought
about by the change. 1t was hoped
that the new agent might be more
lenient man. Winter was coming on,
and Paddy had objections to buying
coal. 1t seemed reckless waste to
pay So ton when there were carloads
In the yard to be stolen.
Two days after the new agents ar
rival Paddy's gal was sent over to the
depot to size him up. She was bare
footed and bareheaded, her face was
covered with smut, and she had de-
FAINT gait. She was hanging about the
platform when the agent came out of
his Office. He was not over twenty
two, and Rose liked him at once. When
be smiled at her she liked him better.
When he raised his hat to her, half Sc
rious and half In fun, and saluted,
Good morning, Miss Wharton" she
stood and stared, open mouthed. Some
one must have told him that she was
Paddy Wharton's gal and coal steal
er, and yet he treated her with polite
ness. She slowly closed her gaping
mouth, rubbed her eyes to make sure
that she was awake and turned and
fed, splitting on her apron and wiping
her face as she went. For the first
time in her life she had been addressed
by "a real gentleman" and for the first
time In her life she had been ashamed
of her bare feet and ankles and smut
ty face.
Before Paddy Wharton's gal reached
home the new agent was hero in her
eyes, and the first buds Of romance
were swelling in her soul. she had de-
lighted in stealing coal under the eyes
Of the other agent because he had
sworn at her and called her names and
threatened her with prison bars. In
this case 1t was so different that she
arrived home In a doubtful frame Of
mind Could she steal from a man who
had smiled at her, who had tipped his
hat, who had called her Miss Wharton?
well, what sort Of a man is he7"
asked the father as Rose entered with
her finger In her mouth.
Dunno" she replied.
Didn't you see him7"
yep"
did he yell out at you to take
skater
"Noap."
''Then he may be all right Your
mother wants your help today, but to-
morrow you'll be hustling for coal. 1t
just breaks my heart to see twelve or
fifteen cars standing on that side track
and know that I'm not two bushels
ahead for the winter coming on"
All that day Paddy Wharton's gal
was SO silent and SO different from her
usual self that her mother could not
fail to notice 1t and wonder II she was
coming down with measles or chicken
pox. She went to bed to dream of her
hero and she woke In the middle of the
night to wish that her father bought
his coal In the regular way. She made
ready to start out next morning, but
with great reluctance. She didn't care
for the freightman nor the switchman,
ond n hrokonon oyovo hor chin Sho
could chin back, but she felt different
toward the agent. If he should hap
pen to catch her in the act of plumber
ing a car she would feel too ashamed
to lift her eyes to his. She took extra
precautions this day, but fate was
against her. She had bagged up a
bushel Of stove coal, but had not yet
descended from the fiat car when the
new man appeared all of sudden and
said:
Good morning, Miss Wharton. Rath-
er cool this morning? VIII you allow
me to lift the sack down? That's 1t.
Now a hand to you. You should be
careful about the yards, as an accident
Is liable to happen any time. Now I'll
put the sack on your shoulder. You
must be pretty strong for one SO
young"
He lifted the sack to her shoulder
and she started off, but she had not
taken Ave steps when she wheeled
around, threw her burden to the
ground, and with flushed face and
tears In her eyes exclaimed:
'Why don't you call me names and
yell at meT"
But why should II"
Because I'm Paddy Wharton's gal.
Because I'm stealing coal. Because
I'm ragged and barefooted and hain't
Of no account. Because
"Oh, we'll, never mind" he said
soothingly. Things will be different
some day. will give you this coal,
and so you need have no scruples Of
conscience"
She looked at him through her tears
for moment and wanted to tell him
how ashamed she was and to thank
him for his consideration, but she
couldn't find words. All she could do
was to run out her tongue and make
up a face at him as he raised his hat
and sauntered away. The coal was
emptied from the sack, and Paddy
Wharton's gal went home to declare
that she would never steal another
pound of coal as long as she lived.
And why won't yer asked father
and mother In chorus.
BECAUSE won't"
That's all they could get out of her.
1t was decided that she had found the
agent terror and been scared OF, and
Paddy was furious; he thirsted for re-
venge. Conferences were held in the
kitchen and in the groggery, and
strange men were called in and strange
things discussed.
One night, month after the gals