The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1909-07-06

which things Mr.. Brownlow soon dis
covered and boiled with indignation.
'Har' he cried That's her trick
subverting Seller; stealing his affec'
lions, meaning, Of course, to gain the
masters finally! Go to her, if you
choosep he roared to Seller. "But
you can't belong to both Of usp'
Seller did aot believe that. He loved
both and felt that they had only tc
meet and understand each other to
make it possible for him to belong to
both. He would manage it!
Therefore, one evening as Mr.. Brown
low rnoodily smoked behind his vines
glowering through them at the other
house, Seller trotted up and deposited
something beside his chair. wagging
expectantly.
what it is, old fellow?" Mr.. Brown
low asked genially. having forgiven
Seizer's detection. 1t was the woman's
fault, anywPy-she was a beguiline
creature Even he felt that.
''What is 1t, old fellow?" be repeated
Seller picked up the object and Of
IeTeu II his IL OcSlOW llS q La tune.
Mr.. Brownlow's feet came down of
the cistern pump with a bang. what
the--all creation does this mean" He
dashed the object from him as If
stung. A woman's shoel
Patient Seller brought it back, look
ing eagerly down the walk She
would be here presently for her prop
erty. They would meet.
''Take it back instantlyp' Brownlow
ordered. But Seller stood his ground,
his ears cooked for her coming.
'Take 1t back! Take it backv' his
master stormed, cutting him severely,
but for the first time in his life Seller
refused to obey and, when she did not
come, lay down with his nose on his
paws, gazing appealingly at his mas
ter.
ga pretty scheme pretty scheme, In
deedv' Mr.. Brownlow exploded. PUT
1t into his mouth and sent him here
with it. I'm to return it, of course,
and she'll have her chance. oh, see
through you, madam"
He'd return it at once too. He
snatched the shoe, which was nearly
new, intending to fling 1t to her back
door, but he found it was badly gashed
with Seizer's teeth
That would not have mattered could
be be sure the dog had not stolen IT.
But the doubt made him pause, and be
thing I can feel is relief. / believe I'm
glad. Why, it leaves us-only each
other. Do you see? I'm so deadly
tired Of all this, of this life! Do you
remember the Colorado ranch my ia
Their left me? How he held it when the
crash came I'm sure l don't know, but
he did. Well, Wen go there"
Jack Weatherby laughed even as his
heart warmed with joy at the way
Marcia had met the blow. "You," he
cried, "on a ranch, and a small, insig-
nificant one at that-in q calico dress
possibly, and one servant, maybe none,
and neighbors ten miles away! oh,
no, Marcia; you don't know what you
are talking about! I'll begin again
herer
Marcia Weatherby got to her feet,
with an excited little laugh. 1t was
novel to have something to do. "You
will not" she declared. "It is the
ranch for usr'
And. much to his surprise, Jack
Weatherby found it was indeed the
Colorado ranch. Never had Marcia
been so animated, so busy Her SYM
pathizing friends went away indignant
because she had laughed at their con-
dolences.
This is the happiest day Of my
life" she told her husband when the
train pulled out of the Chicago station
and they were bound for the west
with only a few hundred dollars to
their names. but with life and health
and work before them.
One year later Jack Weatherby, COM
ing home at gallop, swung from his
horse at the door to the rough but
comfortable house that was home. His
face was brown, his eye keen, his
dress negIigee.
On the porch stood woman 1.-THE.
graceful, In a linen shirt. waist suit