The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-01-17

/ He spent money Ia71sh1y, buying
everything that was offered He pur-
chased chances on all sorts Of nm
known articles and afterward found
himself the embarrassed possessor of
a pair of curling irons. lady's work
basket and wax doll.
He bundled these treasures away in
the back Of his buggy with a certain
elusive hope that they might prove
useful some day. He stopped in the
shed and stroked the noses of his cat
tie, as Dorinda had done, and derived
a certain foolish satisfaction in the
action. 1t was at that moment Benja-
min received inspiration.
Back in the main building, Benjamin
once more threaded the crowd in
search of Dorinda.
Although she was still talking to the
dark man. Benjamin pressed forward
until he stood almost at her elbow
She saw him and smiled TREMENDOUSLY,
her delicate face flushing a soft rose
/ tint.
"Will you give me your advice, Ben
| jamin?" she asked gently. "This gen.
tleman is selling weather vanes.
want one for the barn. Our old one
was blown of, you know Shall l
choose fish or an arrowY'
| The delicious sense of intimacy con-
veyed by this question cannot be de-
scribed- Benjamin Dibble threw of
his old mantle Of timidity forever and
| stepped boldly forward beside DORM
| da.
Seems to me nothing looks so much
like weather yane as a Growing cock,
Dorinda. Have you got anything
| else?" asked Benjamin of the dark
man.
From the box of samples the man
brought forth several weathercocks
Of different sizes. Each one was
painted dazzling gold, with crimson
comb and wattles He held forth the
largest one, whirling 1t about the
pivot as he did so.
This is the handsomest one I've got,
sir. I'd like to take your order for
that-$1O on delivery in ten days.
You'd like to wake up in the morning
and see that weathercock on the Gu
pola of your barn-eh?" He smiled in
gratiatingly.
Benjamin Dibble was staring intent
~ at the gilded cock. a queer express
sion dawning in his eyes. A certain
line was running through his head:
A golden bird without a nest
Shall lead the weary heart to rest.
"Dorinda, said Benjamin In a ring
ing voice, do you like that weather
cockT
"Yes, indeed" agreed Dorinda gra-
ciously.
Wen take one Of those" ordered
Benjamin Dibble authoritatively. You
can make out the bill to Mr.. and Mrs.
Benjamin Dibble-D orinda, that's all
right; you know. we're going to move
the two houses up on the hill and
make one and we're going to build a
new barn with a cupola and put this
golden bird on it,
"Why-why, Benjamin-I've thought
sometimes that was lovely pian-only
how do you know it will happenY
Dorinda's eyes were very bright with
sudden happiness.
na0 my fortune told, and the
gypsy said all those things. When l
take you home In my buggy tonight
I'll tell you about the golden bird and
how all this has come true, just as the
woman said" explained Benjamin,
talking foster and more eloquently
than he had ever done In his life
Its all perfectly wonderful" MUIR
INJURED Dorinda on that homeward ride
after Benjamin had related the gypsy's
prophecy. II knew you liked me, Ben.
but it seemed somehow as If you'd
never get up courage to ask me- It's
been long time-and then to come all
at once like surprise"
Tive been an awful fool, | guess"
murmured Benjamin, his arm protect
ingly about her slim waist, his eyes on
the round globe of the full moon my
life's been like travelling over level
ground year after year till never ex-
pected anything else, and then waking
and falling right over into He
paused and CROPPED for the right simile.
Into what. Benjamin." whispered
Dorinda.
He looked down into her soft blue
eyes and. bending over. kissed her lips.
Into heaven, guess" he murmured.