The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-05-05

oAoPPO0 ANOA~@~s ~ 49, "
lattoT
whats your name?" queried the
boy as he began to tumble in his
pocket for letter.
'My name is McCue," said Norah,
somewhat CURLY.
The boy began to hum. Norah could
not recall the air, but it's Elusive famil-
iarity annoyed her.
"What is it you want, boyF" she de-
manded.
I'm lookin' for gent named White.
That's what | want Does he live here
or don't he?"
certainly he does not" Norah as
sured him. MY name is McCue, and l
live here with my mother-no one else.
Do you understand, you stupid little
She stopped abruptly. The boy had
begun to sing the same air with words:
Huge 1cCue, you mick, you;
You mick, you"
This was too much! Norah slammed
the door with great force. 1t was use
less to even attempt to practice now.
Her brain was in q whirl of emotions.
Ever since last night, when she had
uuarreled with Josh, things had gone
wrong. She would go out and sit in
the old apple tree and fight it out with
herself. She would climb to her favor
lite branch and write out that musical
exercise for the professor. With few
blank sheets of paper under her arm
and clad in very smart white sweater,
she emerged from the side door, saun-
tered around the yard of the house
and climbed up the old ladder that
leaned against the apple tree.
She was comfortably seated on one
of the upper branches when she again
caught distinctly those familiar strains
of Huge McCue," this time whistled.
eff that impudent boy has come
back again up But Norah got no
further in her one sided conversation.
Instead Of a messenger boy appeared
tall, strapping youth, pipe in mouth, a
stiff walking stick in hand, followed
by a sprightly little Irish terrier. he
had stopped and was talking to his
companion.
"Mick, you old boy" said the man,
you see that ladder over there. Well,
I'm going to smash it in forty pieces.
If there is anything hate it is a silent
reminder of things that might have
been and happy days gone by
Mick gave assent by sharp bark
as the man strobe up and gave the
ladder vigorous kick.
How dare your" came from behind
the screen of soft green leaves and
pale pink bloom.
The dog pricked up his ears, and the
man simulated amazement.
"Mick," he proceeded, you and 1
have discovered a wonderful thing-a
talking tree"
Mick wagged his tail
"Brutev' came from the skies above.
''The tree is now addressing you, my
dear Mick"
Mick gave several delighted yelps,
ran up and down the yard and started
around the corner.
"Here, Mick, you" cried his master.
"Come back here! / want to talk to
you" Then he whistled, and the tune
was that Of
Huge McCue. you. mick, you;
You mick. YOU
"T did not choose my name. and l
wouldn't take advantage of woman
II were a great big man." walled {
voice in the tree.
The man curled up at the foot of the
tree and leisurely shook the ashes from
his pipe and proceeded to refill it.
what do you think of that, MickT
he went on. Here we have found
wonderfully beautiful tree-it must b.
q lady tree cause it can talk-yol
know ladies can talk, Mick, and some
times they can say, oh, such mast!
things. Well, this tree doesn't care TO
her name. l don't see that nam'
matters much. Poets have been fight
ing that out for years-'What's in
name and "A rose by any other name
and all that sort of rot"
Mick's little eyes seemed to searcl
those of his master.
''Now, my name is very good one
l think-Josiah Frelinghuysen. Rattle
long and bit formidable, | admit, blu
Il
withal a good name; yet, Mick, Civ
| you my word that it was scorned las
night. l offered it to a certain youn!
woman along with all my world.
goods, and--well, to put it mildly, Mick
to spare your feelings as mine wer
spared not, l guess you and cal
chum for awhile yet without fear o
any interruption from third party"
Mick seemed to have tired OF thl
soliloquy and had dozed off. FREEING
huysen lighted his pipe and pufe'
away with an air of satisfaction. I'M
leaves rustled sigh, and some PM
petals were waited down with thu
next breeze. Another breeze and thel
a slipper hit Frelinghuysen on tn
head. He surveyed it rather critically
Rather a neat little foot that, Mick
We will take the slipper home and pu
1t on the mantelpiece, and some da.
maybe-who can tell?-Cinderella m.
Cinderella, You understand, moi. tn