The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-04-30

the stranger.
"Who made these muffins?" he ask
ed in choking voice.
There was a hesitating silence be-
fore Mr. Smith replied Then, my
daughter made them" he replied.
"Your daughter! Why-who-exc
me-" stumbled Joe, "but they are like
those my wife makes, and never tast-
ed any others like emp He hastily
resumed his breakfast, and the portion
of his face below the bandage glowed
redly.
Mr. Smith said nothing.
When the doctor appeared he de-
clared that Joe had a little fever, and
he changed his medicine Once more
Joe heard three voices In consulta-
ton in the next room. He could now
recognize Smiths voice and that OF
the doctor. but the third one was that
of woman, pitched low and soft. and
eluded his searching mind.
Where have | heard that voice be-
fore" he asked himself again and
again as the days passed by, but the
answer did not come-then.
During those long days and nights
Of pain and helplessness Joe Pebble
had leisure to think over what he had
done, and he resolved that when he
recovered that he would go north
again and endeavor to become recon-
ciled to his wife and her father.
The thought Of this coming journey
did much to hasten his recovery
On the evening Of this particular
day-a Sunday it was-he lay there
alone in the room. Presently Smith
came In and talked to him. They
talked on various matters. and finally
Joe told him about his former life in
Wyoming and ended by confiding his
sin to the old man. He told it all-of
his wild longing for freedom. how he
had fought it for days before making
up his mind to leave his wife and
how, after the irrevocable step had
been taken. Of the remorse he had
suffered.
II think of them two helpless ones
day and night" he groaned. what
has become of them? A coyote
wouldn't have acted meaner'n l did.
Don't God ever give folks chance to
make good when they've sinned?'
The elder man did not answer for a
long time. Then he arose and bent
over the bed for brief instant. 81
believe he does, son; believe he will"
he said solemnly, and Joe heard him
pass from the room and close the door.
From the room overhead he heard
the murmur of voices long into the
night. They were talking when he
fell asleep, and once he started wide
awake because he thought he heard a
woman's sobs. Don't cry. Gertie; ev-
erything is all right" he murmured
drowsily and went to sleep again.
The next day the doctor came and
removed the bandage
After the doctor had gone Joe wait
ed impatiently for Mr. Smith to come
in. He was eager to see the face of
the man who had been so kind to him.
All at once a bulky form filed the
doorway, and Mr.. Smiths slow, DELHI
crate step approached the bed. In the
dim light Joes eager eyes did not at
first recognize him; then he sat bolt
upright In bed and stared with whiten-
ing face into the kind, forgiving eyes
of-his father-in-law.
Father he murmured brokenly and
hid his face in his hands.
Som said the older man solemnly,
and he laid his hand upon Joe's dark
hair in the old familiar ca,ess, for
the two had been very fond of each
other.
at has been you all along?" asked
Joe after awhile.
Eyes" said the other. And in a few
words he told the repentant man that
after his desertion Gertrude and he
had left Wyoming and come down into
Texas to start anew. The old man
had a little money, with which he
bought the ranch. They had never ex-
pected to see Joe again. When they
recognized him in the injured stranger
whom Starbrow had led them to they
had hastily assumed the name of
Smith for the time being.
"And Gertrude?" asked Joe brokenly.
Can she remember me and believe me
to become what she's worthy OFF,
"I'm here, Joen' came Gertrude's
voice In answer