The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-11-03

ing that badge already, Ben"
mot If can help It," denied Col
cord "Pve few IDEAS as to how to
run a campaign myself, and I'm going
to try them"
Anything short Of shooting" as
sented Myths. al hold the trump card,
though. You wait and see"
Bitter Creek did not have long to
wait CoIcord led from the first and
took the first trick by fitting up the
old Bella Union as picture show.
In between reels he made a speech to
the audience, and the audience includ-
ed most Of the townspeople In the
course Of the evening.
The pictures were changed every
! evening, and even the barkeepers at
the new Bella Union and the Yalta
were permitted to take time OF to see
The new reel run through.
| Business at the faro tables suffered,
and Colcord would have become un-
popular had 1t not been that at the con-
clusion of each performance he led
the audience across the street for a
1rink, patronizing first the Bella Union
and then the Yalta.
1t was the general opinion that Col
cord had set a pace too swift for his
rival to follow. but Myths only
smiled.
This smile grew broader the follow
ing week when Myths played and
took the second trick. Bitter Greek
sadly lacked the feminine element
Save for Mrs. Mulligan, who ran the
Golden West hotel, the census Of Bit
ter Greek was entered in the male
column Of the records.
The arrival of Edna Myths created
nothing less than a sensation, and
that evening the picture show was
deserted, while the voters Of Bitter
Greek slowly fled past the Golden
West in the hope Of obtaining sight
of the new arrival.
Edna Myths was well worth the
trouble. She was a slip of girl with
a coronet of silky hair the color Of
virgin gold. She dressed with an art
full simplicity far more fetching than
the latest fashion and her smile was
simply Irresistible. She was just out
of college, In love with the west and
delighted to be one Of the factors in
an election contest.
Tom fitted up store near the pic
ture show, and waffies, with real hon
ey, We'd with the pictures as an at
traction. Waf1es were Edna's special
ty, and with sleeves rolled above her
dimpled elbows, with dainty apron
and a coquetish cooking cap, her face
flushed from the heat Of the fire, she
was a picture-and a moving one-far
more effective than the product of Ian
tern and film across the street. Bitter
Creek decided that Of the two Tom
Myths was better fitted to be sheriff.
Colcord racked his brains for some
thing to counteract the effect of the
waffies and brought down to the Creek
half a dozen minor pugilists, who bat
tied for the benefit of mere handful
of spectators, while the rest Of the
camp watched Edna make fudge.
Colcord left the fight and went over
to see what success the fudge maker
was having. The room was packed
with men solemnly masticating the
toothsome compound, while Myths
made speech.
They listened, as in duty bound, but
all eyes were upon the trim little fig
ure lowering over the stove at the end
of the hall. She had impressed Mrs.
Mulligan as assistant, and the ponder
GUS figure of the elder woman made
on ovooIiouf foil FOR fho GIRL
Edna looked up, with smile, as Col
cord entered and made his way to the
stove. 1t was by no means his first
visit, and she had come to like the
frank. breezy man who at once was
her brothers friend and rival.
"Tm perfectly happy" she whispered
as she offered Colcord plate Of the
sweets. when we made fudge In
chatting dish l used to say that hoped
some day to be able to make all !
wanted to. I've got my wish sooner
than expected"
II wish might have mine" retorted
Colcord
"You can't" was the prompt reply.
"I'm going to elect Tom as sheriff.
Perhaps If you are real good III elect
you the next time"
"It's hard to fight fudge" assented
Colcord, with a laugh, "but there is
still the home stretch to be run off
You wait and see."
Edna smiled as she shook her head
in disapproval Of the claim.
1.-THE way to mems hearts is through
~ - See,H1o wnvvofr1doA
"a lesson you have taught ns,' ne
admitted. 'cYou have dealt me the
trump card"
81 thought you told Tom you held II
all along" she retorted.
''This is a new deal-and a new
trump" he declared mysteriously.
"You wait and see"
He would not explain further, and
presently he made his way back to the
picture theater, where the concluding
bout was just over. 1t had been an ex-
pensive experiment, and Colcord re-
fected that If fudge could beat fighting
In Bitter Creek he had already lost
His trump card was a burgoo. Col
cord was from Kentucky, and he had
pinned his last faith on this savory
stew, the weapon of the politician, the
delight of voters for generations.
Two aged negroes were imported toI
superintend the making, and Colcord
had selected field on the outskirts of
the town where the crowds would have
to pass his rivals house on the way
to the grounds.
The day before election was selected
for the function, and all business was
suspended by common consent that
every one might participate.
Colcord watched Myths sharply for
counter move, but no announcement
came, and, with chuckle, Colcord as
sured himself that at last he had play
ed trump and played It at mo-
ment when It would save the game.
He made an early trip to the grounds,
where already the great stew was bub
bling and seething in Its caldron.
Edna was in the yard in front Of the
shack her brother had taken when he
had arranged for her coming, and he
stopped to chat and brag a little on
his success.
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