The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-11-10

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splashing as the assistant laved his
perspiring face. Trainor arose from
the desk and began pulling down the
shades as a gentle hint to any late
corners that business for the day was
over.
Just as he was drawing the last one
the street door burst open, and into
the room came painting. barefooted
small boy, his eyes shining, his mop Of
red hair disheveled with heat and
messenger with evil tidings, in which
he took a. certain pride Of Importance.
Trainor wheeled upon him, and the
expression at that moment in his eyes
could hardly have been mistaken for
cordial welcome.
"what are you doing heref Don't you
know we close at 81"
'Say," said the youth, no whit
abashed by his reception. 81 guess you
know me, don't your Me names Far
rell-Tim Farrell of Blossom court
cured me kid sister Of the measles
last month-remember that, don't
your
whats the rowq Has she got 'em
again?" Trainor growled.
"Got nothin'," was the scornful re-
ply. Accident this time. Lady's fell
down the stairs an sprained her an
kle'-
you're in the wrong booth, sonny
seeY said Trainor. you want to go
to SO Carver street. They'll send down
doctor from there. This is where we
give out medicine Don't take any
out cases here. So long. Chase your
self now. We're closing up here for
the day."
Young Mr.. Farrell showed no signs
of complying with these delicate
hints. A knowing smile curved the
corners Of his mouth
81 guess you'll come, all right, all
right" said he. Maybe you think it's
me old woman or me kid sister that's
took the drop. Nixy, Bill It's swell
dame this time; that's what Miss
Mortimer, from the settlement, that's
who"
"Huh?' said Trainor with sudden
interest whats this7 What's hap
pened to Miss Mortimer
Fell downstairs" the youth repeat
ed. missed her footin' at the second
landin', where it was dark, an went
down to the bottom of the fight
Twisted her ankle bad. Grogan. the
fat grocer, picks her up an carries her
up to the old woman's joint. an -
Trainor had dotted his white coat in
fash and, catching up his street coat
from a chair and the little back case
from the top Of his desk. laid hand
on Tins arm.
"Come on I'll go with you" said
he "Ho Sammy" he called to the as
sistant, Ego up and get your dinner at
Gettemy's. I'll join you there later II
can"
Tim led the way down the scorching
sidewalks, turned into a narrow side
street and from there into a yet mar
rover court. With Trainor at his heels
he entered the door of tumbledown
tenement and battered up the rickety
stairs.
At the top Of the third fight they
entered a doorway, to be greeted by a
portly woman with red face and anx-
ious eyes.
"And is it you, doctorT' she cried in
relief. "Sure, she's hurried bad. Come
into the front room"
She ushered him into the room be-
You'd, where on an old haircloth sofa
very pretty girl was propped on pill
lows. Her eyes widened at the sight
of the visitor.
Billy" she said, "how did you get
hersY'
DIR. Trainor was a man Of considera-
BILE decision. he turned to the stout
woman, and his manner brocked nc
delay.
MRS. Farrell" said he crisply, ''some
hot water at once, If you please. You.
Tim, hustle back to the dispensary be-
fore Dr. Martin leaves and tell him to
send me some two inch bandages. I'm
derstand7"
The two departed on their pyramids,
and Trainor turned to the girl on the
sofa.
'Its nothing-really nothing" she
said hastily. II slipped on the landing
and'S
"Helen," said Trainor seyMely, ''don't
tBal me what 1t is or what It isn't
That ankle is badly sprained I'm all
out Of patience with this settlement
work Of youRA, Knp'sa soE b Iaayp TT"