The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-02-14


pocket 1--WE had good luck this trip.
What do you want to go to Pittsburg
for?'
me fader's dere. He amt got the
money to send for me, but want ter
see him.
Going to sit up all nightT asked
Somers as he saw the Pullman con-
ductor at the other end of the car
Nav" said Dan contemptuously.
"Dey put on me sIeepin' car when /
want it."
WELL" the other returned, 81 guess
l can get place in the sleeper, but I'll
come and take you In the diner when
it's time" And with that he followed
the conductor down the aisle and on to
the car where a berth had been found
after the reservations had been checked
up.
He was as good as his word about
the dinner. The idea of a whole dollar
for just one dinner appalled, Dan, but
there was no outward display Of the
awe he felt. He might have been used
to the best for all the wonderment he
showed
With another dollar in his pocket the
next morning he stepped off the train
and passed out into the street. The
town was new to him, but he was used
to strange cities, and before noon he
had located his father and had become
a resident citizen, to the old mans sur
prise. He had not sent for Dan. but
workman had told the boy where his
father was, and he was welcome since
he had come From the age of six Dan
had been burden to no one.
Six months later Dan was passen-
ger in car going to a summer park
and occupied a seat directly behind
Somers and young woman, whom he
Immediately classified as "Somers'
steady"
1t was evident that things were not
as they would have them, for the talk
that hoated back to Dams keen ears
told him that her father objected to
Somers and that this was clandestine
meeting.
Don't butt in" was one Of Dams
rules, and he was lost in the crowd at
the trolley terminal before Somers had
had chance to recognize his one time
protege. The band was good, and the
green grass was a most pleasant car
pet, but the talk on the trolley rang in
Dams ears.
The girl was old Henry Greyson's
daughter-he found that out-and
Greyson objected to Somers because
he thought him fast-the old type Of
drummer. 1t was evident that Somers
took the matter as much to heart as
did the girl, and Dan was quite dis
gusted over the state of affairs.
Henry Greyson was known every
where in Pittsburg. The Greyson
building was one of the most modern
structures, and Greyson's interests
were as varied as they were enormous.
1t was an easy matter to find his Office,
but a lot more difficult to get at the
man. Dan waited from IL in the morn
ing to 3 in the afternoon, and then
from side door around the corner of
the hall from the main Office the spare,
alert figure Of the millionaire stepped
out. Dan bounced upon him.
Say, Mr.. Greyson," he demanded,
plunging into the midst of the business,
Il come to ask yer favor"
Greysons hand went to his trousers
pocket, and Dams lips curled.
"Nixey," he said decidedly. when
want cash l earns it. l want your
daughter"
my daughter? repeated the aston
ished Greyson, looking about to see
what help might be at hand.
"Fer a friend of NINE" completed
Dan. ''Y'see, Paul Somers was on de
car yesterday, an your gal was wild
him. l hearn him tell 'er you kicked
because he was no good. Say, OATS
dead wrong"