The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-03-28
Love and a
Laundry Check
The Way Two Lovers Became
Reunited.
BY MABEL d. CALHOUN
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation, 1911.
Observation-Disclosures

square VI y61iOW paper Lndl uuLLereu
before Dixie's dancing hoofs like a
will-o'- the-wisp of the daytime. Sud-
denly he dug his knees into Dixie's
shoulders, and as she sprang forward
Chris leaned over and caught the fly
ing paper with practiced hand Then
he scanned it closely and uttered a
long Drawn whistle.
Plainly 1t was Chinese laundry
check and represented to its own
er necessary article of wearing ap-
parel that probably lay unclaimed in
the wash house of some moon faced
Celestial
A laundry check found on the side
walk In town is a common occurrence
A laundry check discovered In an OBJ
scure canyon in the desert regions of
Arizona becomes matter for consid-
cradle interest. especially If one has
just convinced himself that this par
ticular canyon has never been trod by
the foot of civilized man.
There isn't Chlnk laundry within
fifty miles, or I'm sinner! And was
sure I'd struck new trail, and after
naming that gulley and all to find
thisv'
Hours afterward when he rolled
dustily up to the bunk house and turn
ed Dixie over to the friendly proffered
services of Dutchy Fink there was
some comment on his extended alb
sence.
where's the critter?" asked Hen
derson, making room for his comrade
at the table and passing Webb's cup
to be filed.
Dead" replied Christopher, his
strong white teeth biting deep into
a hunk of corn bread. II followed the
trail clean off the range into the sand
and cactus and then l missed it. Aft
er awhile l saw buzzard high in
the air, and guessed what had hap
pened, so l followed and found the
critter under twisted cottonwood"
"Dead?' questioned Peters.
almost. OF course couldn't leave
her that way with that devilish buz-
zard hanging around. so"-he paused
for another draft of coffee.
$50 you shot her, Chris?"
"Yep, and then l shot the buzzard."
They laughed indulgently. You al
ways was soft hearted. Chris" COM
mented Peters. filing his pipe Who'd
stop to bore strayed critter after
chasing her twenty miles?"
II would" said Chris in voice that
indicated he was weary Of the topic.
ANY you chaps got baccy?"
He deftly rolled cigarette in his
lean brown fingers and drew light
from Henderson's smoke. (Which one
of you fellows is wearing billed shirts r
he asked lazily.
mot guiltyv' they cried in chorus,
and Peters continued. "They amt a
chap had nerve enough to sport billed
shirt on the Three Forks outfit-not
since Pinky Fleming was took for a
ghost and a greaser shot him dead
right through the billed shirt!'
"Since then billed shirts has been
looked on like sudden DEATH" put In
Henderson gravely mo, sir. there
amt nobody On Little Forks wearing
billed shirts. Why you ask. Chris?'
Anybody know where there's a
Chink laundry?'' demanded Chris pa
tiently
; 81 expect there's one In Tucson .
suggested Peters Seems ike dream
Il remember shooting up Chink
laundry there. That was a long time
ago." he added hastily.
'Then there aIn't a Chink laundry
nearer than Tucson?" said Chris.
GLOW about Cactus Branch?" sug-
gested Redwood from his quiet corner.
Seems l recollect once when ! was
passing tie Lone Horn-I was going
to the roundup at the Branch. you
know-some Of the -wimmen folks ask
ed me would | leave bundle at the
laundry there and git n check for it.
Being of an obliging nature, | jest nat
urally said | would, and I'm blamed
II they didn't tote out big, squashy
bundle, and me expecting a couple of
collars or mebbe a billed shirt, Mrs.
Traymore-you know Jim Traymore's
running the Lone Horn now-Mrs.
Traymore says not to lose 1t, because
it's precious thing It's nothing but
a fancy white dress her sister was ex-
dance, and the girl had set her heart
1t should be done up right and nobody
but Chink must do it.
Gas was roped In for the job l
bows most polite and says viii leave
the check on my way back Welr'-
he paused and eyed his companions du-
biously-"you all recollect the roundup
at Cactus Branch"
Being as 1t only happened last week,
we have strong recollections," confess
ed Chris, rubbing his head thoughtful
". Eve specially recollect all about
you. Redwood. and you sure didn't
take the trail by. the Lone Horn when
you came back, and you amt been of
this outfit since"
That's right" admitted Redwood
gloomily.
What happened|
II left the squashy bundle all right.
and the Chink said 1t would be bits,
and be gave me a piece Of paper COW
cred with turkey tracks. and now |
don't know where the blamed paper is
unless He frightened suddenly and
slapped his knee Nov, I reckon meb-
be made cigarette out of 1t. I was
short Of paper about that time"
Henderson laughed loudly. YOU'D
have knowed it IL you'd smoked that
Redwood. Mebbe we can help you out
because If that girl don't git to the
dance, why, | don't know what us
chaps will do I've seen her.
rs 1t that badY' asked Peters sym
pathetIcally.
"She's peacherinoP' quoth Mr.. Hen
derson warmly.
Chris got upon his feet and tossed
away the end Of his cigarette. "What
trail did you follow when you came
back from the roundupY' he yawned
carelessly
Redwood shook his head hopelessly
"pve been trying to figure that out
ever since. l must have got lost, for
was three days getting back here,
and had nothing to eat
You can cut that out" interjected
Peters. grinning. II found you at Be
derman's, and that's over to the south
east-somewhere near where Chris has
been after his stray critter."
Mr.. Webb's air Of langour increased.
Then reckon this young lady can't go
to the dance unless she gets this dress
what the Chink is washing, eh?' He
yawned again.
Redwood nodded. 81 reckon it's the
only party dress she's got; she seemed
mighty particular about it." he said
regretfully.
"And she cant get the dress without
the check?" persisted Chris sleepily.
mo checkee, no shirteep' returned