The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-10-10

THE TINY CRAFT TREMBLED WITH THE
HEAVY VIBRATIONS, BUT FORGED AHEAD.
with looking after these interests and
devoted the rest of his time to his au-
tomobile and his motor boat.
The boat was the first one on the
lake, and to the people In the little
town of Avondale 1t seemed the height
of extravaganza to have spent several
thousand dollars upon the shell-like
craft with the high power engines.
That John Langdon, practically the
owner of the First National bank,
should have shared this belief was in
applicable to Burton. The banker
should have had greater breadth.
The week that followed was exceed
ingly miserable for Burt. He saw but
little of Molly Langdon, and those in
terviews were too fearful to be pleas
ant Molly was dutiful daughter and
would not consent to a marriage with
out her fathers approval, and yet her
coaxing was of no avail when she
preached the subject to her parent
To make matters worse. there were
rumors that the bank was not altogeth-
er sound. These reports annoyed Mol
ly, who had her fathers assurance that
the bank was solvent, but he was I'M
able to combat the growing report
The run came some ten days after
Ashley's interview. Molly went to the
bank one morning to find long string
Of depositors before the paying teller's
window and her father pacing the floor
of his private Office white and haggard.
as it very bad?" she whispered as
she entered his room.
"Bad?' he echoed. ITS ruin unless
we can meet this run"
Haven't you the funds?
Not in ready money. We cannot
keep paying out for more than an hour
and a half We need at least 100000
more"
And you cannot get it?'
"Not In time. We can get 1t here by
evening. but it is on deposit with the
Bank of Trust, and to bring it around
the lake by a special train even would
require three hours"
"And Osange is only eight miles
across the lake." unused Molly. "Why
not use boat?''
I'VE telegrapbed to Osange. but there
is not even tug, and it would take a
man hours to row across in this wealth
err
Molly's face frightened "Give me
an order for the money" she cried.
~ 90 fbo
ey to the steamer wharf, and I'll have
It here inside of an hour
DO you mean itY' demanded her
father More than once Molly had ex-
tricated him from an embarrassment
II do" she declared Five minutes
later she was speeding out of the bank
past the growing line of depositors.
Burton Ashley was waiting for her
at the corner with his auto painting at
the curb. Jump in and take me down
to the boathousep' she cried. "I'll ex-
plain on the way down"
As the machine sped over the smooth
road she explained the situation to
Burt Osange, where the surplus cash
of the First National was on deposit,
was eight miles across the lake, but it
was an eighty mile run by railroad on
account of the dip of the lake. The
only hope for the First National lay in
the motor boat
1t was not long before Burton was
ready for the trip, and the trim little
craft was speeding across the lake at
twenty mile speed In spite of the chop
by waves through which a rowboat
would have labored ponderously.
Burt had all of the power on, and
the tiny craft trembled with the heavy
vibrations. but forged ahead, pushing
her way through the rough water as If
aware that her own reputation and
Burt's happiness depended upon her
work.
They were met at the Osange wharf
by very much astonished clerk, who
was assisted by two policemen In
guarding pile of bags and bundles
A few words of explanation, the
transfer Of the receipt and the boat
was loaded for the return trip.
1t was harder work returning, for
there was weight to carry, but Burt
forced the boat ahead at full speed. un-