The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1907-09-17

about thirty miles out and had advice
to offer on all occasions, but more es-
pecially In case Of lovers quarrels.
When this quarrel had lasted q week,
and when the young man. after seven
sleepless nights, had determined to
sink his pride and send flowers and
follow them in person, Miss Molly was
tossing her head before the glass and
saying things to herself, particularly
that she would show Mr.. Arthur
Blakely what was what and teach
him a lesson to last him all the rest
Of his born days. She'd teach him to
buy tickets and check trunks and ride
out to functions with a girl who had
once referred to her hair as plain red
instead Of Titan.
Ten minutes later she had decided
to visit her Aunt Sarah. A message
was sent ahead. and Aunt Sarah was
at the depot to meet her. The niece
received warm welcome, and, follow
ing plan perfected on the train, she
forced herself TO be unusually gay and
appeared in the best of spirits. They
had scarcely reached the house, how
ever, when Aunt Sarah patted her on
the shoulder in q motherIy way and
said:
Nov. then, you poor child, let's hear
all about 1t. l want to assure you at
the start that you have my entire SYM
pathy."
why, aunty, what do you meanT
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I'm not your Aunt Rebecca, but your
Aunt Sarah. Has that scoundrel toyed
with your heartstrings and then walk
ed Off When Sister Rebecca wrote
me that he had a Roman nose and
sandy mustache, set him down for q
scoundrel."
The young lady tried to brazen it
out, but was cornered and had to tell.
She made 1t as light for Arthur as she
could, but when she had finished her
story Aunt Sarah said:
you have done just the right thing.
That young man needs lesson. You
are going to stay right here for the
rest Of the summer and he may write,
telephone and telegraph until he is
gray headed. and it won't do him any
good The Grays have never allowed
any one to walk over them, and they
are not going to begin now. If you
don't make him get down on his knees
and ask your pardon thousand times
over, you are no true Gray"
Molly went to her room greatly dis
satisfied. She had had a quarrel with
Arthur Blakely, but there were lots Of
things to be said in his favor, and it
was real mean of Aunt Sarah to pitch
into him as she had The young lady
presently found herself arguing that
she had perfect right to feel hurt and
injured and be a week getting over 1t.
She had brought along his notes and
letters, Of course. They made quite
large bundle. She selected three or
four and read them over, and then she
had good cry.
Aunt Sarah had said that the CONVEX
sat1on would be resumed next day.
Molly woke up with a determination
that nothing further should be said.
After breakfast she took her book
and HE'D herself to the hickory grove
down In the meadow, and there she re-
manned till the horn blew for dinner.
She read little, she cried little and
she thought great deal. If she had
had the hefty bundle of Arthur's let
tiers with her she might have cried
more, but she had carelessly left It
behind her and did not wish to go back
for fear of Aunt Sarah AS she reach
ed the house she ran upstairs to look
over just one letter, and minute later
scream resounded through halls and
rooms.
what on earth Is itr' demanded the
aunt from the foot Of the stairs.
"My-my letters are gone"
"What lettersT
"Arthur's letters to me. l left them
on the floor beside my trunk"
"Then you'll never see them again.
A tin peddler came along about 10
O'Clock, and wanted to scare up
enough paper rags to buy dipper. l
picked up what l could find, and as
/ thought the bundle was something
you had thrown away l chucked it In. !"
There were other screams, followed
by EXPLANATIONS, tears and close ap-
proach to hysteria, and the result was
that a quarter of an hour later aunt
and niece drove up the dusty highway
as fast as the old horse could gallop.
They were looking far ahead in hopes
Of catching sight of the tin peddler.
Those letters must be recovered at all
hazards. Failure apparently meant
one case of suicide and one of life
long remorse.
Meanwhile. things had been happen
| Ing elsewhere. Arthur Blakely had
finally decided to send that bouquet
and to follow it in person several hours
later, only to find that Molly had de-
parted for the country. 1t wasn't a
ease where he could go into court and
argue 1t out, but case of hustle.
About the time that Aunt Sarah was
picking up paper rags to make her
deal with the peddler the young law
yer was leaving the city on the ex-
press and preparing his argument for
the jury of one. There was, of course,
no one at the depot to meet him, and
he stepped out in lively way for
the half mile walk. AS he did so a
tin peddler came driving along, and
one Of the wheels of his wagon struck
stone and slowed the vehicle around
and upset it In the ditch. The bags
Of paper rags on top were thrown
to the ground, and one Of them burst
ing open shot a bundle OF letters to the
feet of the lover He recognized his
stationery and his handwriting at a
glance. Sherlock Holmes could not
have invented a more dramatic situa-
ton.
william, where did you get theseY'
Arthur finally demanded of the ped
der.
VILLAIN yourselfI What in thunder
ails your
you have robbed a house! You
have stolen these letters from grill"
"Come OF. You are crazy"
Il arrest you! You are my prisoner!
Here Is evidence to convict your
There is a difference between the
legal business and the constabulary
business, and young Blakely soon dis
lowered this. He had only taken the